Few Things Left Unsaid (16 page)

He laughed and said, “Ya I really love her. It’s a long time now.” He laughed more.

I got my answer. I came to know what I wanted to. I realized his intentions from the day I saw him.

“Your parents know about it?” I was eager to hear his response.

“Not yet. But let’s see. Our parents are strict. Neha’s dad will kill her if he gets to know all these things. They are against all these affairs and all.”

I agreed to what he said. I have seen parents like that. Not everybody is as lucky as I am. I was observing him carefully. There was something going on  in his mind. I wanted to read it. One thing was sure. This man couldn’t love anyone. The way he laughed was weird. If someone had asked me that question, I would not have spared him. Still I ignored, as not every person is the same.

Riya came out with the food. Neha followed her with the dishes. I was waiting to taste it as I was going to have fish made by Riya for the first time.

Riya served all of us. She was looking so sweet when she was serving. A perfect wife. She sat beside me. I was looking at her. She gave a smile. She understood why I was looking at her. She played with my hair…

we started eating. It was delicious. I have no words to explain the taste of it. Fabulous. Riya started feeding me and I did the same.

“Liked it?” she knew I liked it but she always liked to hear it.

“Obviously. I can’t express how it is. But awesome. You are a great cook.

She was changing the channels of TV when suddenly Pogo channel appeared. I told her to stop and we watched Pogo.

“Are you a kid? My brother also keeps on watching this.” Riya laughed.

“Don’t you call me bachha.Then I am a kid. I love this show. I love Bob the builder.” I smiled like a kid.

“Idiot. Wait I will bring rice for you.” She went in to the kitchen.

“Hey Aadi… why do you like this show?” Amit asked me.

I did not answer him. Just shook my head. He must be watching shaktimaan or he-man maybe. Bloody muscles… or I thought Amit– the builder. Funny. Riya served me rice. It was tastier. She never let me eat rice with my own hands. She used to feed me with a spoon. I used to eat more rice because of this. I loved watching  her eyes when she fed me. They looked beautiful.

Riya fulfilled all the needs as she guided me to the right path, wiped away my tears and tried to make me feel happy when I was feeling low and depressed. I always felt like telling her that I loved her much more than I had ever found a way to convey the same to her.

After having lunch, we went to the bedroom. I wanted to talk to Riya.I wanted to spend some quality time with her. Amit and Neha were in hall. We closed the door of the bedroom and sat on the bed.

“Jaan, you are a very nice cook. I loved it.” I appreciated her as she kept her head on my lap and lay on the bed.

“Thanks. I feared that you would not like. Now I am happy that you loved it. Now I can marry you.”

“Marry? So early?” I asked.     

“Yes. I want to.” She was serious.

But it was too early….

She started showing me her photographs and some soft toys. Her dresses and her skirts. I loved her one mini skirt. It was grey and covered only half her thighs. It was plain with some black design on it. I told her to wear that one. She refused as the other two were sitting outside.

“Change here. I will close my eyes. I won’t see you changing” I closed my eyes.

“Dare you open your eyes” she was changing I think. My eyes were closed.

“I won’t open my eyes but I will open your skirt for sure.” I flirted. I was best at it. Atleast I thought so.

“Shut up Aadi… opens your eyes.” She said and gave me a killer look.

I was almost dead looking at her. My heart skipped a beat. It always happened. She had changed her top too. It was her new top. My weakness. Red. I could not resist myself. I pushed her on the bed.

As we lay facing each other, listening to, Mariah Careyn locked my eyes with hers, leaned, and said, "You are awesome."
"Your Body Is a Wonderland”.

She was playing with my bare chest. This was the first time we were together on a bed. It was the hottest Moment. The first time I got naked with Riya, somewhere between peeling off my shirt and unzipping my jeans, she whispered, "You're all soft “

Her voice was steady and soft, her lips close to my ear. Her words were an endearing mix of tender. at the same moment my hands were securely wrapped around her back and my chest was pressed against hers. Later, as we lay facing each other, listening to John Mayer, she locked her  eyes with mine, leaned in, and said, "You do good work."

“you want me to take you on air” I became more naughty.

"You make me feel so good" she sighed…

“The next time I am going to take you on a hobby horse” I hugged her and we lay beside each other.

For the first time I had a nice sleep. She looked fresh after making love. Her face glittered. One more day that we both can never forget. We went outside and I decided to leave.

All three of us left the house. I was tired and did not want to travel by train. I decided to go by autorickshaw. I was still in Riya’s arms or feeling that way. Her perfume, her body, her expressions all haunted me. We reached heights that made us cling to each other, in fear of losing that ecstasy. After loving and pleasuring each other in the most intimate ways; after physically, mentally and emotionally becoming a single living breathing soul, I did not want to let go. I did not have any desire to break that bond and if we could  fall asleep with our arms wrapped around each other and our bodies close we would be happy.

I was about to reach home when Riya called me. I picked up the call.

“Missing me so much that within 20 minutes you called me. Love you,” I said as I picked up the call.

“Jaan, listen to me 1
^st
. Please. It’s urgent. Please come back”

“What happened? Something serious? Are you okay?” I said in tense voice.

“Yes, its serious Amit has met with an accident. He fell from his bike. He left Neha home and while he was going home, he fell down. His bike slipped.Neha had called me just now. Please come back. We are taking him to hospital. We are on the way.Sector 20.”

“Ok fine.Dont worry. I am coming.” I hated him but still for Riya and Neha’s sake, I had to go.

I told the driver to stop. I paid him, got down, and moved to Aerol again. I reached the hospital.Riya and Neha were standing there.Neha was crying. I tried to console her. He was not serious. He had a minor fracture in his hand. I went inside to see him.

“Aadi, how come you are here?” he was surprised seeing me in hospital. Maybe he knew that I hated him.

“Riya called me up. I came to see if anything is serious. However, you seem to be fine. Just a minor crack. Right?” I had a look at his hand.

“Ya kind of. Maybe 20 days to recover. I was driving slowly but …”

“Its ok.Take rest. And be careful. Shall I leave? I will come again tomorrow. I am late now. I have to reach home.” I left as I said it.

Riya was waiting outside. I calmed her down. She was worried. I told them to go home as his parents were also there. It didn’t look nice. All of us left the hospital. I dropped them and went home.

I was already late. I told Mom what had happened. I just said my friend had met with an accident. My college friend. If I had told her everything, she would have asked more questions.

Next morning I went to the hospital. Amit’s didi was there with him. I asked him how he was feeling. He smiled.

“When are you getting discharged?” I asked him.

“Maybe tomorrow. The doctor will examine me today and then he will take the decision. I hope he discharges me today. There are no sexy nurses here.” We all laughed.

Amit’s didi told me to wait and she went home.

“Aadi you are very lucky.” he seemed upset.

“Why. Any problem? What’s the matter?”

“You have such a nice girlfriend who takes care of you. You are a lucky boy.” He added.

When I asked him the details, he started telling me about his love life.

Neha has not called me since night. It is already 11am.Is this the way to behave? She doesn’t care how I feel, what I want. She could have slept late yesterday. However, she was sleepy and she slept around 12am itself. It’s not the case with you. I am sure if something had happened to you, the case would have been different. I seriously love Neha but she does not return it.. I understand her family is strict but still these things can be worked out. The way she gets close to all the boys irritates me. Whenever I call her in lunchtime, she says she is busy with friends. I wait outside your college for hours and she still does not bunk a lecture. Still I am with her, as I love her. But you are lucky.

Riya is a sweetheart. She can’t do all these things. She would have taken one more bed next to me just to be with me in the hospital. However, as I said, not everybody could have Riya.She was mine and just mine.

“Look Amit, do you seriously love her? Now I tell you frankly, I have been observing you and Neha from the first day I met you. I think you are not at all serious; Instead, you just want her in bed. I do not know how far and how deep your relationship is but I think she is a good girl. Don’t compare her with anyone. If you love her, don’t expect anything. Just go on loving her.”

“Aadi... I am not with her for sex.I could get that for 1000rs anywhere. I want her love. She is not giving me that. I do not say she doesn’t love me. However, she has different priorities. These things hurt me.”

Somewhere in my heart, I felt that he really loved Neha. I should give him a chance. But I could not believe Neha was at fault. She seemed to be nice to me. Any ways there was no point in thinking so much. I decided to give Amit one chance.

“Friends?” I moved a hand of friendship towards him.

“I considered you as a friend much earlier” he replied shaking hands.

We looked at each other and smiled. Neha entered the room. It was 12pm. I said good-bye to both of them and left. Riya was in college. I messaged her that I was coming. On the way some thoughts came in my mind.

Was it a hand of true friendship or some plans were going on in his mind?  I ignored.

                                             
7 PROMISES

                                                       
A
mit was discharged on Thursday. He was allowed to go to college now. He still had a bandage on his hand. But it was not serious. The four of us decided to go to Chowpatty on  Saturday. I asked Swapnil  , Sameer and Anup also if they were coming. Sameer had some work. He refused. Swapnil and Anup were ready to join us.

We were waiting at the ticket counter on platform no 1. I introduced Amit and Neha to everyone. They spoke to the others formally. We got the window seat. We had to get down at CST and we decided to go by taxi from there to Chowpatty.

“Amit do you booze?” Swapnil asked him. There was no need to ask this question but what must have tempted Swapnil was his pink shirt. I kicked Swapnil lightly and told him to shut up. However, he did not listen. He asked him the same question again.

“No, I don’t even smoke.” Amit said puting his hand on Nehas’s shoulder.

“Good man. You seem to be mamma’s boy.” Anup added. I was enjoying all this. I did not stop them. However, I wanted to stop Neha at the very moment when she said,

“He is my Amit. He will never do things that I don’t like.”

Amit looked at me. I understood that he wanted to say that he could do anything for her but still he was dissatisfied. They continued until we reached. We were looking for taxis.  Amit and Neha came by one taxi and rest of us in other. We reached Chowpatty.

Everyone including me started shouting as if they were seeing the beach for the first time. We had visited beaches many times. However, with friends it was a different experiences. We sat on the beach. I was not interested in going into the water. Mumbai beaches are not clean as they used to be. I preferred eating chaat and my favourite paavbhaaji. Amit and Riya joined me. Neha and the others were savouring the feel of sea.