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Here goes friends... completely out of character for me to write something like this 😊
Inspired by IF members who have been talking about Raman's touchy-feely side in action 😆 You gals know who you are. Let me know how you people feel about it, even if you didn't like it 😊
Written in a hurry, while packing my bags for my holiday... so not proof-read. Please do forgive any mistakes
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I had snapped out of my day-dreaming when Mihir snapped his fingers at my face. I wasn't paying any attention to the poor guy's rant about the budget and the balancesheets. Mihir was on and on about how we need to tightly watch the expenses in the project with Ashok. Mihir was right, of course. Ashok had one of the most innocent eyes, but his demeanor was no short of a fox. I had to go over the balance sheet once more, make sure all the reds and greens were correctly documented.
Mihir's snapping fingers reminded me of her again. The way she had brought me out of the reverie that night. I had been too mean to her throughout that day. She was balancing everything finely. She had her patients to see, work at home for Mihir's sangeet, and also actively participate and plot a fake engagement for Mihika. All that would have been so exhausting, both mentally and physically. So I shouldn't have harped on and on about the clothes she was wearing. I shouldn't have had been so mean. But as with every other time, I lost control with her again. I don't know why I can't keep my sorry mouth shut in front of her. Either its for berating her, or for praising her. I dont seem to be able to stop talking when it comes to her. Well, she shut me up all right! When she walked into the hall, my colleagues started staring at her, one even openly admired her. If I wasn't so dumbfounded myself, I would have slapped the admiration out of him. She was looking angelic, that was the only word to describe her. She had stuck to wearing a saree, but what a saree it was. I couldn't keep my eyes of her, reminded me of one such previous instance when she had worn the green dress I bought her. Both these times, she had me nervously biting on the thing I had at hand, be it the folder or the phone. Well, I didn't bite the phone, it would have been too clear a message, but thats how I felt. I dont know what an observer would have made of those gestures of mine. But Honestly, the only reason I did that is because I did not trust my mouth to talk. I would have ended up saying something that she'd have teased me about for hours on. I realise now, that I should have spoken. At least I wouldnt have been staring at her like a silly school boy, and then she'd not have to snap her fingers at me.
Right, snapping fingers... back to Mihir then "Kya hua Mihir... itna impatient kyon ho raha hai? Junior Madrasan ke saath date hai teri?" "No bhaiyya, main kab se aap ko yeh balance sheet dikha raha hoon, aap ho ki bas apni duniya mein hi ho. Kya hua ? main aapki kucch madad kar sakta hoon?"
Idiot, as if he could help. Even I couldn't help myself. If I knew how to, I'd not be sitting there smiling to myself, would I?
This Madrasan was smart. I always knew she'd win me over by the purity of her soul, and her love and care for my entire family. My daughter had made the best choice. She'd chosen me a wife who was ideal. What I had never imagined is the way she'd change me. She retorted my sarcasm with kindness, my wit with hers, and my speechlessness with haughtiness. I couldn't have chosen better, even if I tried. Now that we were on an equal footing in our relationship, she went ahead and unleashed her feminine spirits on me.
Was she always this beautiful? She must have been, I'd rarely paid attention to her before the last few weeks. These days, I have been completely bowled over by her beauty. I'd always been a sharp observer, but I'd started noticing her in a different light. Honestly, she didnt have to wear anything exotic. The weapons she had were all hers, her eyes, her smile, her hair, her lips. I could have gone on and on describing her. The night I saw her on the balcony, in her green kurta, trying to get some fresh air was when I realised, this woman didn't know what she was doing to me.
I'd been away from her for a couple of hours, but that felt like a couple of days. Did she know that I couldn't sleep until I saw her sleeping face on the couch? Did she feel the same about me? No, it couldn't be. How could she feel like that when there was so much turmoil going on in our homes. But the smile she gave me completely unarmed me. I couldn't speak again. I could barely move my hands to indicate to her that I wanted to take a walk with her. She must have been so used to my speechlessness, she immediately understood.
I tried to manage that walk and talk with as much humour as I could. That was the only way I could keep my hands off her. I wanted to put her straying hair in place, I wanted to graze my fingers on her face, I wanted to study her lips with my eyes, I wanted to stretch on that bench with my head on her lap. I think I just wanted her.
I had been accounting my lack of control as something that was just a manifestation of having a woman in my life again. It had been quite a few years since I have shared a room, let alone a bed with any woman. But she's not just any woman. She is the definition of a complete one. I am glad that I got to know her heart and soul before I saw her physical beauty. If I'd have seen her beauty first, I would have been so lost that I couldnt have had a chance to know her at all.
I was driving home in her car. I don't know why I offered to take it to the garage, she didn't need me to. But I wanted to do things for her now, even if she didnt want me to. I wanted her to feel a part of my life, since that's how I had started thinking of her. Sarika had blurted out the truth about the scratch on my car and the lentghs my wife had gone to fix it. Thats what she'd been doing all these months of our marriage. SHe'd been applying ointment on my wounds, my scratches. SO what if the pearly white didn't match the milky white. May be thats destiny. The new colour was may be a new and improved me?
I had to make her pay for her mistake though, i couldn't let her own my life that way. Not if I wanted to retain any semblance of sanity. So I tricked her into accepting her silly mistake. Her reaction was something I never expected, she cowed down, nervously reacting to my accusations and threatening face. I must have looked really angry for her to be scared. I held her firmly, wanting to tell her not to mess with me. That was the worst mistake of my life, or my best, depending on how you see it.
I shouldn't have touched her. I shouldn't have looked into her eyes when I did, and I certainly shouldn't have moved my gaze over to her lips. I meekly told her not to touch my car again, and when she came back to me with 'Toh'...Believe me, she did not want to hear what I felt. I wasn't ready to hear that either.
God, I hope no one snaps their fingers at me and wakes me up. I want to bask openly in her beauty, her glory.
Man lafanga bada, Apne Man ki Kare
yun to mera hi hai, Mujhse bhi na dare..
Ho bheege bheege khayalon mein dooba rahe
Mein sambhal ja kahun, fisalta rahe
Ishq mehenga pade, Phir bhi sauda kare..
The song is from Lafangey Parindey, in case you didn't know.
Inspired by IF members who have been talking about Raman's touchy-feely side in action 😆 You gals know who you are. Let me know how you people feel about it, even if you didn't like it 😊
Written in a hurry, while packing my bags for my holiday... so not proof-read. Please do forgive any mistakes
***
I had snapped out of my day-dreaming when Mihir snapped his fingers at my face. I wasn't paying any attention to the poor guy's rant about the budget and the balancesheets. Mihir was on and on about how we need to tightly watch the expenses in the project with Ashok. Mihir was right, of course. Ashok had one of the most innocent eyes, but his demeanor was no short of a fox. I had to go over the balance sheet once more, make sure all the reds and greens were correctly documented.
Mihir's snapping fingers reminded me of her again. The way she had brought me out of the reverie that night. I had been too mean to her throughout that day. She was balancing everything finely. She had her patients to see, work at home for Mihir's sangeet, and also actively participate and plot a fake engagement for Mihika. All that would have been so exhausting, both mentally and physically. So I shouldn't have harped on and on about the clothes she was wearing. I shouldn't have had been so mean. But as with every other time, I lost control with her again. I don't know why I can't keep my sorry mouth shut in front of her. Either its for berating her, or for praising her. I dont seem to be able to stop talking when it comes to her. Well, she shut me up all right! When she walked into the hall, my colleagues started staring at her, one even openly admired her. If I wasn't so dumbfounded myself, I would have slapped the admiration out of him. She was looking angelic, that was the only word to describe her. She had stuck to wearing a saree, but what a saree it was. I couldn't keep my eyes of her, reminded me of one such previous instance when she had worn the green dress I bought her. Both these times, she had me nervously biting on the thing I had at hand, be it the folder or the phone. Well, I didn't bite the phone, it would have been too clear a message, but thats how I felt. I dont know what an observer would have made of those gestures of mine. But Honestly, the only reason I did that is because I did not trust my mouth to talk. I would have ended up saying something that she'd have teased me about for hours on. I realise now, that I should have spoken. At least I wouldnt have been staring at her like a silly school boy, and then she'd not have to snap her fingers at me.
Right, snapping fingers... back to Mihir then "Kya hua Mihir... itna impatient kyon ho raha hai? Junior Madrasan ke saath date hai teri?" "No bhaiyya, main kab se aap ko yeh balance sheet dikha raha hoon, aap ho ki bas apni duniya mein hi ho. Kya hua ? main aapki kucch madad kar sakta hoon?"
Idiot, as if he could help. Even I couldn't help myself. If I knew how to, I'd not be sitting there smiling to myself, would I?
This Madrasan was smart. I always knew she'd win me over by the purity of her soul, and her love and care for my entire family. My daughter had made the best choice. She'd chosen me a wife who was ideal. What I had never imagined is the way she'd change me. She retorted my sarcasm with kindness, my wit with hers, and my speechlessness with haughtiness. I couldn't have chosen better, even if I tried. Now that we were on an equal footing in our relationship, she went ahead and unleashed her feminine spirits on me.
Was she always this beautiful? She must have been, I'd rarely paid attention to her before the last few weeks. These days, I have been completely bowled over by her beauty. I'd always been a sharp observer, but I'd started noticing her in a different light. Honestly, she didnt have to wear anything exotic. The weapons she had were all hers, her eyes, her smile, her hair, her lips. I could have gone on and on describing her. The night I saw her on the balcony, in her green kurta, trying to get some fresh air was when I realised, this woman didn't know what she was doing to me.
I'd been away from her for a couple of hours, but that felt like a couple of days. Did she know that I couldn't sleep until I saw her sleeping face on the couch? Did she feel the same about me? No, it couldn't be. How could she feel like that when there was so much turmoil going on in our homes. But the smile she gave me completely unarmed me. I couldn't speak again. I could barely move my hands to indicate to her that I wanted to take a walk with her. She must have been so used to my speechlessness, she immediately understood.
I tried to manage that walk and talk with as much humour as I could. That was the only way I could keep my hands off her. I wanted to put her straying hair in place, I wanted to graze my fingers on her face, I wanted to study her lips with my eyes, I wanted to stretch on that bench with my head on her lap. I think I just wanted her.
I had been accounting my lack of control as something that was just a manifestation of having a woman in my life again. It had been quite a few years since I have shared a room, let alone a bed with any woman. But she's not just any woman. She is the definition of a complete one. I am glad that I got to know her heart and soul before I saw her physical beauty. If I'd have seen her beauty first, I would have been so lost that I couldnt have had a chance to know her at all.
I was driving home in her car. I don't know why I offered to take it to the garage, she didn't need me to. But I wanted to do things for her now, even if she didnt want me to. I wanted her to feel a part of my life, since that's how I had started thinking of her. Sarika had blurted out the truth about the scratch on my car and the lentghs my wife had gone to fix it. Thats what she'd been doing all these months of our marriage. SHe'd been applying ointment on my wounds, my scratches. SO what if the pearly white didn't match the milky white. May be thats destiny. The new colour was may be a new and improved me?
I had to make her pay for her mistake though, i couldn't let her own my life that way. Not if I wanted to retain any semblance of sanity. So I tricked her into accepting her silly mistake. Her reaction was something I never expected, she cowed down, nervously reacting to my accusations and threatening face. I must have looked really angry for her to be scared. I held her firmly, wanting to tell her not to mess with me. That was the worst mistake of my life, or my best, depending on how you see it.
I shouldn't have touched her. I shouldn't have looked into her eyes when I did, and I certainly shouldn't have moved my gaze over to her lips. I meekly told her not to touch my car again, and when she came back to me with 'Toh'...Believe me, she did not want to hear what I felt. I wasn't ready to hear that either.
God, I hope no one snaps their fingers at me and wakes me up. I want to bask openly in her beauty, her glory.
Man lafanga bada, Apne Man ki Kare
yun to mera hi hai, Mujhse bhi na dare..
Ho bheege bheege khayalon mein dooba rahe
Mein sambhal ja kahun, fisalta rahe
Ishq mehenga pade, Phir bhi sauda kare..
The song is from Lafangey Parindey, in case you didn't know.
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