Michelangelo & Jewish Award
R&B lounged in the terrace with his second mug of coffee at Noon, he woke 15 minutes ago, he demanded aloo parantha
just like his Mom made em, with butter and home made chutneys. Ranjan had poached a exceptional chef from Vasnat Vihar's poshest "Ethnic"
eatery called De tiuhara... which is feast in Punjabi... the man could whip up a mean meal
He sat under one of the elegant umbrella awning structures, in expensive rattan chair... checked his work email
"Are u on something Dimpal?" She asked "Depends on what you want to hear" he said dryly "Tell me the truth" "I am on Ma's tropical pattern all weather cushions in the terrace Thank you" he said "U smug bas***d u got engaged?" Manny was MADDD "Oh ya and THAT too" R&B smiled his half smile "Why? Couldnt you get her to go to bed without a ring?" Manny asked bluntly "And you need to know that... why?" he countered "Sam called and left a message last night, saying you cancelled your Dubai trip and you are engaged" Manny accused "Yes to both" he said confused
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Marliese... OK chalo Ma ko gaye do hafta hua u meet her at work, she is good in bed...
and then it goes for 4 years, then u break up with her, return to India, she follows you all over, u take her out to dinner and u get engaged to a geeky Iyer?" "I already know all that Manny" he said softly "QUIT GETTING OVERSMART WITH ME, Sam se chalega yeh shit not with me dude" Manny yelled "Are u coming to the wedding?' he asked "So u are SERIOUS?" Manny asked "I would buy her a Cartier ring just to piss YOU off?" he asked calmly Manny must have imploded there was no sound for a while... "Gotta go!!! my breakfast is here" he said
The help set his plate, with steaming hot paranthas, and 4 kinds of chutney and a blob of butter...
the butter slid from spot to spot to escape the heat below, slowly losing its form... dissolving into a watery mess... dripping over on to his plate
He loved soaking his parantha with butter reminded him of how Ma fed him, on the HUGE kitched island... she sat him there while she rolled for him
Nobody else got "Ma ke haath ka, only R&B" "Hamey clearance mein khareeda Ma ne" Manny would grunt ""she picked u up from the donation pile at Salvation Army, and I was carved by Michelangelo" he would chuckle
She would aim his fork at him, Ma would gather him in his arms
No, R&B wasnt 5, ermmm more like 25... Savita & Ranjan BOTH wanted a girl again when she found herself pregnant
soon after Manny was born, chachu had two (he would go on to have two more) boys.
But R&B appeared... Savita adored him to pieces... "Are u getting a prenup?" she asked "No, just aloo parantha today" he said skirting it "U know how my ex took me to the cleaners dont you?" Manny accused "U told me" he said carelessly "He sued me for negligence and emotional abuse shit " Manny cursed with vengeance
" I bet she is AWESOME. She even seems adorable... BUT PLEASE BE WISE DIMPAL" she begged "Will you be able to make it to the wedding?" he asked "KAB hai shaadi?" "Hopefully in Feb" he said "ITNI JALDI KYON?"
He didnt respond, just asked for lassi
"FEB DIMPAL?" She shrieked
"Shaadi kis style ki hai?"
"No it wont be a designer" he said Not sure if he was deliberately misunderstanding to just being dense "CULTURE bol" Manny coaxed "Iyer" pithy response
"Does Sam know?"
"Ya about the wedding?" "Nahi this whole IYER wedding thing" Manny asked defeated
HE was exponentially smug adamant and wilful than herself... they were alike
"she is very pretty" Manny said
R&B chuckled noiselessly
"Ladti hai na tujhse?" curious "Ummm... ya..." R&B said "All the time?" "I think so" he said "Enjoy ur parantha, meri taraf se ek kha" Manny said
"Hmm" he grunted chewing licking chutney off his thumb with a audible smack
"I am here you know... Dimpal.. for you" protective "I do" he ssaid "I only seem cuddly (the chubbiest of the three) I am violent" ferocious "I know" he said with a half smile'
Around two ish she changed into a purple and orange dawani and lehanga, braided her hair...
grabbed her keys, started her car and drove it to a house, parked across the street, smiled at the person guarding the gate,
She took her expensive kolhapuris off at the door, made her way to the second floor,
he was fixing a sorround sound speaker across from the TV without a ladder, since he was 6'3" with an extended arm he was over 7 feet?
He wore a old black collarless tee and and grey cargos...
She walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned startled
She pushed him against the wall, stood on HIS feet, and still was short by a few inches,
reached for his hair, pulled his head down and kissed him fully... his groan was probably
heard by Appa enjoying a authentic IYER MEAL at Sam's (Yep Sam hired a IYER COOK)
He just lifted her completely, slamming on the wall, his arms going around her slender smooth well oiled waist.
She ran her solitaire under his chin and jaw... and over his tee... all the way down... ermm.. as low as she could go
She did everything he would do when he would begin kissing, she felt his lower lip, traced his teeth and tongue...
tasted like ajwain and jeera from his breakfast... she kissed his nose, and his ear... with no earring it was all hers to nip and ermmm... s--- and nip, he encouraged her to stay on...
And kissed him again...
"I just felt like it" she said gasping/giggling in his ear
As he held her tight like a naughty kitten...
He carried her over to the day bed, slid over her and moved, kissing her fully.. she felt like sugar being stirred into a cup of coffee...dizzy.. frothy and sweet and steamy
...his hand yanking the string off her criss cross blouse...the knot was too squirly for him, and
she pressed on his hand, smiling, he used his other hand to "approach" the problem differently" He used his thumb tip... to trace her outline from head to toe... watching her writhe.. and beg him to stop Rakshasan...
He moved slowly at first and faster later
"Oh! I am happy we feel the same" he said nipping her ear
Notes to self:
1. RAKSHASAN DOES NOT NEED LESSONS IN FEELING
2. BUY HIM A GODDAMN RING
3. OR CHOP HIS THUMB OFF
4 DO NOT BEG IN TAMIL UNLESS U TEACH HIM THE LANGUAGE
5. "Use" his earlobes for contract negotiations in future
Notes to Rakshasan:
1. U win the Jewish foreplay award(it involves two hours of begging)
2. Below the navel is FOUL
3. Next time try a "thank you"
4 Get some knot untying tricks