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She got off her seat... in blue jeans and a pink Lacoste, she looked under the "bed" everywhere for her hoodie, it was under her pillows
She wore it with shaking hands, the crew came by to check on her
"Do u need a few more minutes?"
In First Class it was all about what the passenger wanted in Economy it was a different story altogether,
she wore some pink Toms mocs, with musical notes on it...
He pulled her cabin bag out and his... he was by the gate when she approached...
"Do u feel better?" he asked
"No" she said "I am not tired any more" she said
They went through Customs and Immigration... as they waited she asked him " Have u thought about getting a Citizenship?"
"Yes many times" he said still holding his passport "I have PR though"
"Do u love it that much?" she asked in a sleep drugged voice, like she were an immigration officer
He looked at her deeply "Love?" he asked
She stared at the word form on his lips... "Uh" was all that came out of her
"We do something when we love it" she offered a defense to her logic
"True" he said
"Even though I complain and throw a fit I LOVE to sing... otherwise I couldnt have learned for 22 years, Americans are big on "Do what u love, love what you do"
Similarly... I was wondering if if you love it enough to give up Indian, or love India enough to never be able to give it up. Same goes for shopping...
I could do it in my sleep if they ever mapped my brain activity while asleep, I am probably at some store, with Amma chasing me down with a stick" giggled
He smiled his half smile
"whatt?" she asked confused
"Mmm...mmm"
Awake or asleep or half awake, SHE COULD TALK
"Just two?" he asked
"What?"
"Music and Shopping?"
"Oh! No, aise to bahut hai... my career is up there with singing
eating anything chocolate, SLEEP, THATS a big one..."
She stared at the "EU Citizens please form a line" neon sign 10s of feet away.. thoughtful
"Hanging with my besties, going to Akka's to escape Amma's wrath, chatting with Appa"
He was looking at some papers he held...
She went quiet...
"Do u have any?" "Loves?" "I mean things u cant do without?"
He lifted his gaze from the papers to her eyes... "Too many to count"
A strange un planned camaraderie appeared all of a sudden, the prenup, the reception argument suddenly forgotten
They got through the line... and their bags waited for them with the Star Alliance Priority orange tag...
The sun was still hidden, like their true feelings...
He waved a cab... and they got in... she was fascinated by the tiny cars, the narrow roads the French license plates... how close they drove on the road
"How many countries have you been to?" she asked
"Umm... some" he said truly uncomfortable
"This is my third" "US India and France" she held the three fingers for the longest time looking out the window
HE IS NOT ONLY FROM A DIFFERENT GALAXY HE IS FROM A GALAXY SO FAR AWAY EVEN SCIENTISTS DONT KNOW WHERE IT MAY BE
"In the US where have u been?"
"Just Atlanta... aur kahin nahi... I would only go for 3 weeks... with tests exams" after a long delay "MONEY" "U know the broke student jokes, they all apply to me"
"U probably dont know any broke student jokes"
"I know many sorority girls ones" he muttered
She smiled, the first time in two days? 3?
She shook her head as if saying "I dont want to know"
He had texted her parents and Sam when he waited for her wake up...
"Did u text Dad?" she had asked
"U should tell him" he responded
"R&B please dont do this yaar... u are married now... cut the guy some slack"
"What does that have to do anything with it?" he shot back
"I am not sure if the Parisian air or u are just a jerk" Sam sent multiple angry emoticons "U start sounding different"
"latter" he responded
"And the Iyers trusted u with their most prized posession" she sent a crying face
"I hope she continues to be good to Dad... he absolutely adores her"
SHRUG" he typed
"Dont taint her with your toxicity" Sam warned
He didnt respond
He had walked up to the car, watched them get seated... the driver pull it out of the drive way... walked outside the gate...
"Feed her vegetarian, Brahmin ke ghar ki bachi hai... she will struggle" (she is an Iyer's daughter) Ranjan ordered caringly
"Dad promise u will text me morning noon and night" II ordered back
"I wont bother u much I promise... honeymoon hai aapka u must enjoy" Ranjan said smiling
"I want to hear from you..." she said slumping back on the seat defeated wondering if she had been too demanding
He leaned into the window... "Beta ji u have no idea what having you here for a week has done to this house... its good u are
going so soon after marriage if u were going a month or two later I wouldnt have been able to allow it even"
She smiled
"Ur father is right betaji u are the life of the house... Mr Iyer's loss is my son's gain"
R&B looked at his Dad...
"If u were my daughter I would have stalled your marriage every possible way also" Ranjan laughed
"I am close to my Appa its not like I am special"
"Nobody talks like you" Ranjan laughed
"That may be true" II giggled
"And nobody is as quiet as my son" Ranjan said
"Nobody" she said
"U are OK now? ur sister said u were sick...?"
"Umm.. ya... hmm... a little" "Just tired" II lied
ranjan nodded happily
They got off below the bldg at 8th Arrondissement... much like many structures across Paris it was over 150 year old Hausmann building
t consists of an entrance way, a spacious sitting / dining room (with 4 windows), moldings, wooden floors and fireplace.
A large kitchen with dining area fully equipped and fitted overlooking a green courtyard .
Master bedroom with its own bathroom and dressing room, another bedroom with its own bathroom... bigger than D II
Very functional and MALE... in metallic brown and deep red... accentuating the history of the structure
It smelled like his woodsy cologne, she turned around startled as she inhaled the scent
Blushed when he gave her a "Making connections?" look
She sat on the beautiful upholstered brick red sofa... and then got up and wandered to the window...
he pulled his camera out of his LV cabin bag and took many pictures
As she stared down at the street...
There was a wall lined with book shelves... all the way up to the 50? 60? foot ceiling... packed with books
"Uve read them all?" she asked carressing them...
"I am working on the top row" he muttered... in inch behind her
She turned in shock leaning on the books tipping an ornamental vase over, he caught it and held it up
"How do u get up there?" she asked softly
"I climb on it" he said with something carnal in his eyes... husky and quivering
She shut her eyes at the explicit innuendo.. her face heating up
"And?" she uttered barely audible
"Move" he said exactly like she did
He was too close, she felt the edges of his stubble, catching on her hair behind her ear...
She groaned as if he had touched her and she had climaxed
"
She got off her seat... in blue jeans and a pink Lacoste, she looked under the "bed" everywhere for her hoodie, it was under her pillows
She wore it with shaking hands, the crew came by to check on her
"Do u need a few more minutes?"
In First Class it was all about what the passenger wanted in Economy it was a different story altogether,
she wore some pink Toms mocs, with musical notes on it...
He pulled her cabin bag out and his... he was by the gate when she approached...
"Do u feel better?" he asked
"No" she said "I am not tired any more" she said
They went through Customs and Immigration... as they waited she asked him " Have u thought about getting a Citizenship?"
"Yes many times" he said still holding his passport "I have PR though"
"Do u love it that much?" she asked in a sleep drugged voice, like she were an immigration officer
He looked at her deeply "Love?" he asked
She stared at the word form on his lips... "Uh" was all that came out of her
"We do something when we love it" she offered a defense to her logic
"True" he said
"Even though I complain and throw a fit I LOVE to sing... otherwise I couldnt have learned for 22 years, Americans are big on "Do what u love, love what you do"
Similarly... I was wondering if if you love it enough to give up Indian, or love India enough to never be able to give it up. Same goes for shopping...
I could do it in my sleep if they ever mapped my brain activity while asleep, I am probably at some store, with Amma chasing me down with a stick" giggled
He smiled his half smile
"whatt?" she asked confused
"Mmm...mmm"
Awake or asleep or half awake, SHE COULD TALK
"Just two?" he asked
"What?"
"Music and Shopping?"
"Oh! No, aise to bahut hai... my career is up there with singing
eating anything chocolate, SLEEP, THATS a big one..."
She stared at the "EU Citizens please form a line" neon sign 10s of feet away.. thoughtful
"Hanging with my besties, going to Akka's to escape Amma's wrath, chatting with Appa"
He was looking at some papers he held...
She went quiet...
"Do u have any?" "Loves?" "I mean things u cant do without?"
He lifted his gaze from the papers to her eyes... "Too many to count"
A strange un planned camaraderie appeared all of a sudden, the prenup, the reception argument suddenly forgotten
They got through the line... and their bags waited for them with the Star Alliance Priority orange tag...
The sun was still hidden, like their true feelings...
He waved a cab... and they got in... she was fascinated by the tiny cars, the narrow roads the French license plates... how close they drove on the road
"How many countries have you been to?" she asked
"Umm... some" he said truly uncomfortable
"This is my third" "US India and France" she held the three fingers for the longest time looking out the window
HE IS NOT ONLY FROM A DIFFERENT GALAXY HE IS FROM A GALAXY SO FAR AWAY EVEN SCIENTISTS DONT KNOW WHERE IT MAY BE
"In the US where have u been?"
"Just Atlanta... aur kahin nahi... I would only go for 3 weeks... with tests exams" after a long delay "MONEY" "U know the broke student jokes, they all apply to me"
"U probably dont know any broke student jokes"
"I know many sorority girls ones" he muttered
She smiled, the first time in two days? 3?
She shook her head as if saying "I dont want to know"
He had texted her parents and Sam when he waited for her wake up...
"Did u text Dad?" she had asked
"U should tell him" he responded
"R&B please dont do this yaar... u are married now... cut the guy some slack"
"What does that have to do anything with it?" he shot back
"I am not sure if the Parisian air or u are just a jerk" Sam sent multiple angry emoticons "U start sounding different"
"latter" he responded
"And the Iyers trusted u with their most prized posession" she sent a crying face
"I hope she continues to be good to Dad... he absolutely adores her"
SHRUG" he typed
"Dont taint her with your toxicity" Sam warned
He didnt respond
He had walked up to the car, watched them get seated... the driver pull it out of the drive way... walked outside the gate...
"Feed her vegetarian, Brahmin ke ghar ki bachi hai... she will struggle" (she is an Iyer's daughter) Ranjan ordered caringly
"Dad promise u will text me morning noon and night" II ordered back
"I wont bother u much I promise... honeymoon hai aapka u must enjoy" Ranjan said smiling
"I want to hear from you..." she said slumping back on the seat defeated wondering if she had been too demanding
He leaned into the window... "Beta ji u have no idea what having you here for a week has done to this house... its good u are
going so soon after marriage if u were going a month or two later I wouldnt have been able to allow it even"
She smiled
"Ur father is right betaji u are the life of the house... Mr Iyer's loss is my son's gain"
R&B looked at his Dad...
"If u were my daughter I would have stalled your marriage every possible way also" Ranjan laughed
"I am close to my Appa its not like I am special"
"Nobody talks like you" Ranjan laughed
"That may be true" II giggled
"And nobody is as quiet as my son" Ranjan said
"Nobody" she said
"U are OK now? ur sister said u were sick...?"
"Umm.. ya... hmm... a little" "Just tired" II lied
ranjan nodded happily
They got off below the bldg at 8th Arrondissement... much like many structures across Paris it was over 150 year old Hausmann building
t consists of an entrance way, a spacious sitting / dining room (with 4 windows), moldings, wooden floors and fireplace.
A large kitchen with dining area fully equipped and fitted overlooking a green courtyard .
Master bedroom with its own bathroom and dressing room, another bedroom with its own bathroom... bigger than D II
Very functional and MALE... in metallic brown and deep red... accentuating the history of the structure
It smelled like his woodsy cologne, she turned around startled as she inhaled the scent
Blushed when he gave her a "Making connections?" look
She sat on the beautiful upholstered brick red sofa... and then got up and wandered to the window...
he pulled his camera out of his LV cabin bag and took many pictures
As she stared down at the street...
There was a wall lined with book shelves... all the way up to the 50? 60? foot ceiling... packed with books
"Uve read them all?" she asked carressing them...
"I am working on the top row" he muttered... in inch behind her
She turned in shock leaning on the books tipping an ornamental vase over, he caught it and held it up
"How do u get up there?" she asked softly
"I climb on it" he said with something carnal in his eyes... husky and quivering
She shut her eyes at the explicit innuendo.. her face heating up
"And?" she uttered barely audible
"Move" he said exactly like she did
He was too close, she felt the edges of his stubble, catching on her hair behind her ear...
She groaned as if he had touched her and she had climaxed
"
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