Oh please please... pick SOMETHING!!
She dropped the mug on her kurta accidentally
"Kuch bhi nahi" she said
She lacked confidence, she was nervous, she constantly second guessed herself and there was noone to boost her morale
He made her feel like a queen when he looked at her and made love to her
A delirious happiness over took her, she couldnt recall the last time anybody ever asked her what she wanted
"How about you watch Aadhya until Noon on a Sunday and I get to sleep?"
"How about when the maid if off I dont have to do dishes or laundry or clean the toilet?"
"How about when I feel like some one is knocking on the door at mid night, you open the door, or when Aadhya and I return from Mumbai, or someplace (she hadnt gone on any serious vacation in years)
at night, some one opens the door first and enters since I am afraid to step into an empty house?
"Someone stay up with me when Aadhya is sick and throwing up? Walk down to the society gate and hail a rickshaw? at 2 AM?"
"Do u like chocolates?" he asked looking into her eyes
"Aadhya ke liye laati hai main, to khaati hoon, waise nahi" she said somberly
"Whats your favorite food?" he asked
She lowered her gaze "Fish in coconut gravy" she said
He gently reached and felt her lower lip, when she met his gaze again
"Spicy?" he asked
" Barobar" she whispered quivering unable to let go of his glue like gaze
She pushed the hand away
Aadhya was playing on her phone (which Neel returned)
"Do u like flowers?" he asked
She looked up at him... "Gajra?" she asked
She LOVED flowers, Aai pinned home strung gajras, she even got Varsha's share since Varsha hated them
"Roses" he said softly
She shook her head, and body, and shook her head again... confused
Her only benchmarks, whatever she had watched in movies
Rutwik never sent or bought flowers for her (she was desperately throwing herself at him he didnt have to)
And the office hook up hoped to pay her for a threesome so no flowers there either
"Aisa kuch manga to mere dabbe kabhi nahi milega"
He laughed out loud for the first time
She watched his neck and his teeth and his jaw, he had a mole under his chin
"U love your containers that much?" he asked (why would any one refuse ROSES?)
"Aai ka hai dabba" she said, some unannounced visitors creeping behind her eyeballs, transparent and sparkling
He realized why she loved those inanimate objects so much
"Will you text me tonight?" he begged
"Kis topic par?" she asked seriously
She took everything literally, matter of fact...
She didnt have the big city art of making pointless conversations
He thought if she were in charge Mumbai would be bar less
Nobody would get picked up, no drinkis would be bought "for that man in the black tee" "that lady in the orange saree"
No wasteful conversations about cricket or Shiv Sena politics
"I can tell you how the aloo baingan is" he offered
"Gurpreet sounds like she is a Punjabi? Punjaban?" Suvi hesitated (shes probabaly a fabulous cook so dont be bitching about her to me!!)
"How about I tell you why my week was lousy?" he offered
"MERE KO?" she asked ( I am nobody to you, why would you open up to ME? You dont have to... you know if its only for sex later... so tedious)
"Aap mujhe batayen Nihar ne aapse kya baat ki?" was his third offer
Her eyes finally lit up...
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