"Perfect for you!!"
"What do u want?" she croaked
Her palazzo salwar was over knees and her sleeveless kurta, ermm... well it was sleeveless...
HE? HE WAS FULLY CLOTHED IN BLUE JEANS AND A KURTA? KURTI? WHAT EVER GODDAMN THING IT WAS, IN COBALT BLUE AND SILVER
CLEAN SHAVEN, HAIR COMBED BACK, FRESHLY SHOWERED?... WHO THE HELL KNOWS? HE IS 15 FEET AWAY. He still held his beer mug in his hand...
"The girl has gone to the bathroom" "She might be knocking on the door soon" "The other one is taking call just outside the door, so just so you know"
AND BTW U smudged my mehandi around my calf on my left leg, and so I am telling Sam the delay is because of YOU" she ranted
From where she was seated it seemed to her like he was 10 feet tall, and skinny...
"If thats true why are you so afraid?" he asked softly
"UMMM LET ME THINK... I AM HALF NAKED, HALF MY THIGHS ARE EXPOSED, MY ARMS ARE FULLY, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE MY DUPATTA IS, DO U THINK "THAT" COULD BE IT?" She shrieked
"Could be" he said softly agreeing immediately
"Really? Really? Dont u have anything better to do other than wander around half naked women that are covered in henna?"
"I guess not" he said
Kneeling down in front of her
She slammed on the wall without being pushed, he extended his frosted mug and rubbed it on her cleft
She scooted sideways pushing it away with her elbow and moved he set it down and pushed her down her head hitting a oblong pillow her hair thing coming undone splaying hair all over the white 10 inch mattress
He LAY DOWN BY HER... as she choked...
"YOU TOUCH ME, I AM GOING TO WIRE RS.25,000 FOR THE CAR RENTAL" she hissed warningly
"Wire it II" he challenged her unfazed
"I cant USE my arms or my legs, WHY are you doing this?" she asked
He smiled his HALF SMILE
RAKSHASAN...
He had a "Do u even have to ask WHY?" look
"I will NOT be afraid to smear ur beautiful kurti DO NOT MESS WITH ME" she hissed quivering, he bent down to suck the cold spot where he put his beer mug, she lifted a hand and pushed him sending dry mehandi crumbs over his ear and sideburns
"Its all coming off da" she begged, she moaned aloud as she felt his smooth as butter jaw/chin on her...
"U dont shave when I can use my hands?" she accused incredulously at the cruelty of the torture
"Wheres my name?" he asked
REALLY? U DONT BELIEVE IN TRADITIONAL WEDDINGS U LIVE IN WITH A GIRLFRIEND FOR 12 YEARS AND YOU WANT TO COYLY FIND YOUR NAME IN THE MEHANDI?
U MUST BE f**kING KIDDING ME!!!
He held her forearms above her elbows and turned it peering down... I am going to smudge ur frickin face I am telling you" she hissed
She lifted her hand, right hand and smeared his cheek and shirt just when he least expected it
He bent down and claimed her lips, folding her arms over the oblong cushion where her head rested... leaving her arms dangling so it would come in contact with any surface
He sucked softly... coaxing... he tasted bitter like whatever beer he was drinking... his tongue darted to the inside of her lower lip feeling the gums below her lower set of teeth, he defined every shape every ridge
waiting for the door to open... it didnt he just heard a guttural moan... as she clenched, he went back to sucking on whatever he could find, she tasted like water melon to him... she smelled like a combination of jasmine, chandan, and henna
She was softer and smoother... he went to her nose ring her new earrings, her new jhumkas, her neck... everywhere... "I give up, just ONE FRICKIN KISS" she ordered
He went back to her mouth, she let him have what he wanted he gave her whatever she didnt ask for... they teased each others' tongues she arched and pushed him on his back, he held her waist as she couldnt set her hands down
She was bent over him trying to protect her arms and legs somehow, she realized she must have smudged/smeared off on his clothes, they both didnt care
"U look so handsome" she sobbed on his lips he let her kiss him again... his hand going to her belly and strolling lower
"Two days da?" she begged, but his hand was already at its destination she fell on his buckling... just on that touch alone
He realized he was being unfair... "II" he muttered strongly, defiant
He leaned her back on the cushion, she was pink and swollen, atleast 5-10 F warmer... and aroused...
"wheres my name?" he asked
"Why should I get urs? Are u getting mine?" she argued
His nip on her ear told her what he thought of that idea
"Pig" she gasped...
He bent to inhale the meters of jasmine that had come off her hair
" I am told I am supposed to find it" he looked serious
She giggled "Sorry, u have to go tell the guys, she didnt get any" she said smugly
He saw her eyes sparkle, her red bindi was smeared with vermilion and haldi as if her Amma had offered prayers and dabbed some of the two on her forehead before she left for Sam's
She looked achingly hungry to him, he was incredibly pissed at the suggestion of paying for the cars, he knew it came from Mr Iyer,
it enraged him further to think II was in such a strong hold of that man, that she would call him immediately to stroke her Appa's ego
"was it ur Appa's idea to pay for the cars?" he asked bluntly
"NO IT WAS MINE," II said... Appa was furious, II decided to set things right
"Are u going to wire the money now?" he asked mockingly
"U think I was joking to turn you on?" she asked FURIOUS
"Well... I AM turned on" he said running his arousal on her hip
"yep, I feel it...When u attain the "forbidden fruit", nothing will arouse you I bet" she said sneering
He clenched his jaw, but still lay by her...
"We will still have our hostility" he reminded her sarcastically
"Oh ya right, how could I forget?" She leaned on the wall putting a distance between them.
"But you must tell me when the hostility quits arousing you... I wouldnt want you to be bored"
"I was told you were easily bored"
"THAT I am" he acknowledged bitingly
His phone rang and there was a knock on the door...
she sat up, he did too.
Her mehandi was gone from places, his kurti and jeans were smudged...
He waited until she stood up, her flower string lay on the mattress... AS USUAL HE DIDNT DO A THING... she pushed all the errant oblong cushions back to the wall, dusted the mattress with her feet
She didnt care to dust the henna crumbs of his knee or his shirt... or jaw... she just went to a full length mirror to check how many places it was gone
He opened the door, it was one of the henna girls that was taking a call,
"I am sorry, I sat down to talk some of it came off" she said
"INSE HO RAHI HAI AAPKI SHAADI?" the girl asked her jaw dropping
(Are u marrying that guy?)
"Hmm" said II somberly...
"Kitne handsome hain, aur lambe hain, lekin aapke liye sahi hain, aap bhi kitne sundar ho aur lambe bhi, haan bus alag alag state ke ho nahi????" the girl was all fangirling about the Dude
(How handsome is he? How tall is he? He is perfect for you you are tall and beautiful also, BUT YES YOU TWO BELONG TO DIFFERENT STATES😭!!)
II looked at the girl like she had just uttered something incredibly profound and shocking"Kya hua? (what happened?) the girl asked smiling
"Aapne theek kaha, hum alag hain, alag states ke hain" II said quickly correcting herself (Yes u are right we are indeed different... I am sorry I meant from different states)
Sam walked in asking her to change for the Sangeet... Manny, Akka her friends... all followed Sam... and Amma and Uma, and Aishwarya and Anusha and lakshmi
II nodded dazed...
(Author's Note: Let me know what songs u want played, or just want me to switch to Saturday morning Wedding Hall ceremonies)
If you want Antakshari or couples dance or general giggling girls dance... whatever, make your pick)
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