Well check
She didnt go with him, he dropped her off at Majestic despite her protests. The driver found a section of unoccupied side walk to park
He stepped out without saying a word
"Thank you" she said quietly
She was wearing her peacock blue sleeveless dress from two days ago
He looked sad and weak
She tried not to meet his gaze
"Do you want to know how I am doing?" he offered
Ofcourse she wanted to know. She wanted to know about it enough not to leave his side
But she felt compelled to not get too emotional considering the fact that he wanted Aanu to hurt badly
"Umm.. you can email me" she said quietly
"Since you wont answer your phone or email, I might have to send you a letter"
She looked up at him
His eyes were twinkling
He always did that with effortless ease. Mischief... elevating his sexiness quotient through the roof
"Do I get a handshake?" he asked
"With left hand?" she asked
"Even better" he murmured bending down and kissing under her ear
He probably heard her groan
It was like a whiff of breeze, vanishing in a fleeting second.
He stepped out and opened the door and watched her go into the lobby of the dinky hotel she turned to look and he was leaning on the door
He got in and sat down unable to ask the driver to leave
She returned to Ullal in a stupor, Mrudula ranted whenever Trisha was awake or she was awake
"Dont do this to Uncle Trishu"
"He is a decent guy, he dropped you at hotel, but he married you for his own selfish motive"
And lots more...
She wrote a response to Sharanbir after she returned
"Dear Mr Narang
I am back in Ullal now. I am not sure when I will return to Bangalore. I am going to go back to MU. I wont have much time. Thanks for the kindness"
Trisha Narang
"Dear Ms Shanbag
You stood me up, so you owe me a lunch or dinner
BR
Sharanbir
Weeks went by, with no news from anyone, except Jayadev's hung over appearance one morning before lunch to verbally abuse her, before Manjunath showed him the door
Two TA roles appeared and disappeared
Her father noticed her not making much eye contact or joking with Rao
He discussed it with Rao worrying why a trip to Bangalore did not "cure" her
"Give it time. She is a young girl. the Bangalore boy looks like a prince you said. Plus that boy Jayadev only hurts her more and more"
It was a muggy Friday evening, the Bangalore/Goa crowd jostled on the street, and filled up the beach. Random youngsters played loud music, the smell of smoke and ganja filled the air
along the beach
The air was salty and cool
Birds swooping down to find snack crumbs
Kids chased baloon hawkers and cotton candy vendors
It was a busy October evening
Trisha had come in at 4 asking Prakash to take it easy this evening
Her short hair gathered in a hair net, and the red midi cotton sleeveless button front dress draped in a old but clean apron,
she chopped onions with finesse, reminiscing about the way she had packed away the leftover onion and capscicum at his apartment,
how he watched her deft motion of being a kitchen help
The heavy back door opened
Rao crinkled his eyes to peer and saw a tall man enter in tan khakis and sperry and a navy tee
"Open ... that side... that side" he waved
Trisha dropped her knife on the floor
Her insides spun furiously causing dizziness
The kitchen smelled like fennel seeds and ginger and soy sauce
Manjunath rolled up his sleeve trying to be the "protector of his owner's daughter"
"Ashwinnn" Trisha whispered
Rao looked at them in shock
Waved to Manjunath, and walked out
"This door?" Trisha asked confused
There is no parking upfront" he grinned
No cast, just a crepe bandage around the right wrist
He looked great... so so so good
Trisha leaned on the stainless steel sheet covered kitchen table
"Did you wait for my letter?" he asked amused
"Did you send a letter?" she asked shocked
He stopped and ogled...
"Umm.. no.. thought I would show up so you can check me out"
She did... unwittingly
He grabbed her by the waist, tipped her and kissed her fully, she caressed his shoulder, too afraid to ask him if he was in pain
She grabbed his tee with onion scented hand... the moist erotic stroke of tongue caused her to buckle
"My shoulder is fine Trish" he whispered and kissed her ravenously