Trillion Kicks
He kicked himself the moment he stepped away from her, and then the next 48, 72, 108 hours, every conscious awake moment
Inadvertently, he had let his freinds talk him into acting upon his urges
Nupur would have kicked the balls of a man that did that to her
He was lucky not to have been given a black eye by Suvechha
He hated himself for being aroused in Svechha's presence, he hated the fact that he "let go" of his grief to assuage his carnal instincts
He blamed his best friends at first
They called him like agony aunts, EVERY NIGHT
ASSHOLES!!
He cursed them in even stronger words
Ulhas, Vikram and Naaved
Naaved being the most hyper
"Tujhe saath phere lene ko kaun keh raha hai mere boss? GET THE f**k OUT MAN!!"
"U can walk through life being a zombie in live with Nupur, or wear clean clothes after a shower and go look at someone at a bar" they advised him like they were his mother
His friend had sent YT videos and quotes and blogs on "how to swing back into things"
They quizzed him incessantly about WHO he liked in Delhi
After much coaxing he had admitted "he liked LOOKING AT Suvechha Dhabolkar"
JUST LOOKING
I MEAN, JUSTTT
They demanded a picture, he described her the best he could
He didnt forget the full lower lip, razor thin upper lip, and killer curves to match those lips
"U know what they say dude... size of lips indicate the size of" Ulhas had mocked
He wasnt wrong... the way the dark pink saree had clung to her form, had made him envision thoughts he hadnt organically felt in over a year
"Amma ki chinta mat kar, she doesnt need to know" Vikram had urged
"The three of you should joint own a brothel" he had cursed them in exchange
Their hard sell was so vicious
"I feel like the scum of the earth" he told Nupur "No excuses I know" he mumbled, as he fixed lunch for Nihar
He didnt want to eat at school today, Neel would protest forcing him to, on days like today, since he would be in a hurry to get to work
But this Monday morning was different, he wanted to appease Nihar, as penance
"Ur husband doesnt molest random women" he spoke to himself, or to Nupur
May be Nupur asked him "Do u think shes hot?"
"Thats a sick question and I am not goingt o answer that" he chuckled
"Well Ive seen u gawking at women with big racks" Nupur responded
"Shut up" he said aloud
"Who me?" "But I never said anything Nihar was hurt
He walked over to the smooth redwood table and hugged him
"I am trying to talk myself out of doing a certain campaign... not you bud!!" he kissed the lil uniform clad boy
"U think I can use Naren Noodle for my English class paper?" he asked
He was reminded of Suvechha again, the effortless artistry, doodling, story telling
"Thats a fantastic idea" he urged
"If we dont move by the end of the school year" Nihar moaned
"We are planting roots" he promised his son
His friends had pinged him Sunday, he had claimed to have a splitting headache and avoided them at first
Vikram had called
"It was a disaster... I know what u guys dont have a chance at... getting me laid u morons" he cursed
Vikram had been stunned...
"Did she seem like she was flirting?" he dissected
"I cant even think abt it anymore" "The only thing I see are her eyes and the horror"
They had all IMed at night... cheering him up talking abt cricket
"Who would have thought Nupur wud be gone... and I wud be relying on u douche bags to get laid"
He wished Nupur would somehow... return...
Edited by Nisha0604 - 7 years ago
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