Few Things Left Unsaid (9 page)

“I have one sister Ketki.She is very sweet. We have the same bonding that you share with your brother. My family is very open with me. My dad is an engineer and works on ships. He stays away for 2 months and then is on leave for 2 months. My mom works in a government office. It’s a normal life. Nothing special. Nevertheless, I love my family a lot. They mean a lot to me.”

“Do you smoke?” she asked me.

“Sometimes. Not a chain smoker. To be frank I smoked my first cigarette 2 months back with Sameer and Anup. I had never smoked before that. I don’t drink also.”

“You never told me before that you smoke. You should have told me”

“Jaan, I don’t smoke regularly.”

I went close to her. I kissed her on the lips. Maybe it was the right time to kiss her to avoid a fight on smoking. It was better than the first kiss. This time it was more passionate. My hand was out of control. It was dark. No one around. I looked here and there. No one was around us. We were alone at the centre of ground sitting and getting cosy with each other. She held me closely as I kissed her. She opened two buttons of my of shirt and my hands went inside her top. It brought shivers in my body. Her hand slipping inside my shirt. And my hand rolling over her breasts inside her top. The touch was amazing. I really thought our relationship was moving too fast.6 days after the proposal we were at the centre of the ground in the dark. Was it good? Was it decent to do these things?

Who cares? I continued cuddling her, kissing her. She put her teeth deep inside my neck.

“Jaan, easy we are in public.” I said it naughtily.

“I want to give you a love bite which is visible to everyone, so that no girl will come close to you.”

“Why will a girl come close to me? I am always with you. How can I go to someone else?”

“Still let the world know that you are mine. Just mine. And no one can get you now. I love you. Love you a lot. You are my kid. My bachha.So innocent. So sweet. My MR PERFECT.”

“Ok jaan.Then let me give you a love bite too.”

I kissed her hard below her neck until she moaned.

“Now no one will come close to you also. I can’t see you going with some one else. Please never ever leave me. I am all yours now.”

After this cute romantic conversation we left for home. I had my dinner and I called her up.

“Hey tomorrow also the same time. We won’t go to class. we will meet up.”

“Aadi… do you want kt?”

“No I want you. I need you beside me. I will wait for you.”

I hung up. I knew she would come. She never showed that she needed me. She wanted me beside her. But I knew. I reached the ground. She had reached there before me and was waiting. She had worn my favourite red top and a skirt. We had Pani Puri and sat on the ground like the previous day. Without waiting, we were onto each other. We just used to find a chance to make up. A new passion of a new relationship. She was driving me crazy by her touches and her looks. Her expressions. My fingers rolling all over her body. I realised she had worn bikini type panties. That was my fantasy. I had told her once. It meant she wanted me to touch her. I did not cross my limits. It was not the right time. But it was one of the sexiest moments that we both shared.

We adjusted ourselves and she asked me

“Are you touching a girl for the first time?”

A sensation of fear went through my body. Within a second, my dick came back to normal size. What was going to happen next? She had asked a question that would have shattered everything. Definitely, she was not the first girl I was touching. Should I tell her the truth or hide it?

“What happened bacchu, answer me?” I knew she wanted to hear positive response. But it wasn’t the case. I had to answer it.

I somehow held my nerves and said ‘no’.

She was not surprised by this. She gave me a normal look.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I knew this jaan.The way you were getting close to me. The way you touched me. The way you kissed me. The first kiss on the first date. I knew I am not the first girl in your life.”

“I wanted to tell you this. But I never got a chance. You are right. You are not the first girl in my life. But I never crossed my limits with any girl. I was never so physical with any one. Trust me”

I was afraid of losing her. I hoped she would trust me.

“Yes, I do trust you. I am not fighting with you, I am not upset. I knew this the very first day when you kissed me. But I thought you would tell me this thing someday. But you didn’t.”

“Sorry jaan, I thought I might lose you. And I can’t afford to lose you. I am really sorry.”

She smiled and hugged me. I almost cried at that moment. She kissed my eyes. I was not able to believe that this girl loved me so much. She could forgive me in a few minutes. I loved her more. I gave her a sweet kiss on her cheeks.

“Can I ask you one thing?”

“Yes. She said.”

“One thought came in my mind just now. You said you knew I was with a girl earlier by my kissing style or touching stlyle.But how? If I am the first person in your life how did you know these things? I mean obviously the kiss and touches; you must have felt for the first time. Then how can you…..”

She gave me a tough look.

“Who said you are the first? I never said it jaan.”

“Means, you had a relationship earlier. But you said during truth or dare. That you just love your brother. You said it right?”

“Ya I said it but I had a relation earlier. When I was in junior college. It was for just 4 months. He was Christian. I never liked his family. I do not know the reason why he broke up with me. I do not care now. I love you and you are the only one for lifetime now. Love you

I was thrashed. I was broken into pieces when I heard this. She had lied.

I did not do anything different. Even I had lied. No, I did not. I just didn’t tell her I had a relationship. I never said I did not have a relationship. She did lie. She had said she was never in a relationship. Did it mean I was not the first person to touch her? Did it mean I was not the first person to slip my hand in her top or did it mean she would leave me also? Tears came in my eyes. I did not care if someone had touched her. I loved her.I loved her more than anything else. These small issues will not come in my love. However, she should have told me.

“Don’t worry jaan; I will always be with you. I will never leave you” tears rolled down her eyes also.

She put my head in her lap as a mother explains something to her son. She really loved me. Everyone has a past. Even she had. I had the worst possible one. I tried to think about the present and our future. I smiled at her and kissed her eyes. It was an emotional moment. But it made our relation pure. Now it was a transparent relationship. I was happy she had told me the truth. I was upset. But it’s because I couldn’t see her or even imagine her with someone else. I just loved her too much. We did not speak a word and we left just looking in each other’s eyes. Our relationship moved one-step ahead.Emotinal attachment. I still felt it was moving too rapidly. Now I couldn’t live without her. I don’t think even she could. I wanted to ask one thing but it would have made the situation worse. Even she hadn’t asked me that. I stopped myself. That question killed me from inside. She did answer it indirectly that she was not as close to him as she was to me.

But was she really a virgin? What if she was not? Would it affect my love for her?

I don’t think so. It was all about trust and feelings that we shared. It was a new world…we are now attached to each other emotionally.

As I reached home I got the best possible sms for that moment. She was the best. She knew how to make me happy. She knew how to make me feel that she was always there.

One message received. It was Riya.

I was afraid she had sent me something that would hurt me. However, It was the most romantic sms from her which made me speechless.

“
I love the way you look at me, your eyes so naughty and mischievous.
I love the way you kiss me, your lips so soft and smooth.
I love the way you make me happy, and the way you show your care for me. I love the way you say, "I Love you,"
And the way you are always there. I love the way you touch me,
always sending chills down my spine. I love that you are with me,
and glad that you are mine…I will never leave you my bacchaa…

Does a mother ever leave her child alone? You are my cute little bachha.I am missing your touch. I am looking at the love bite in the mirror. I wish it was permenant You are very sweet. I am missing your kiss. I want to get close to you. You rock. I wonder why I met you so late. Anyways you are mine. And dare you leave me. Miss you...muuaahhh
…”

“Love you too.” I replied.

She always told me to send her long sms that she could read again and again when I was not with her. But I never knew how to write such a long sms.I was trying to do it for her.

“I want a big sms.A long one. Else I won’t talk to you” I got a reply from her.

These girls are too much. Whatever they want they need to have it. If we don’t then they will not talk. All emotional drama. I had to do it. I had no option. I opened my inbox. Searched for sms.I got one sms.I started editing it. And added a few things and sent it to her. Then she was happy. Then she started behaving so nicely as if she has got the world. She did not know it was forwarded sms.But I loved that she was happy. Girls are so foolish. Still we boys love them. I did love her a lot. Anything to make her smile.One cute sms can create a mood of romance. Its fun to chat naughty things at night. Especially when you have experienced emotional moments in the evening.

Sms said…..

“
Many a times we lose our special ones because we are unable to tell them how special they are, this sms is to tell my special one that you are the best thing that  ever happened in my life that I never want to lose. You are the one who make me shiver every time you touch me.

Every night I stay up late to talk to you. I love you a lot jaan, my feelings are strong and I can honestly say they will remain foreover.Miss you. Love you.muaah
…”

…

“Aadi... wake up. Some rickshaw driver is here.” Mom woke me up

“Who rickshaw driver?” I asked

I then rememberd maybe he was the same rickshaw driver in whose auto I had lost my folder. I got up quickly and went to the hall. He was sitting there having a cup of tea. I thanked him for his kindness. I saw my folder and then realised Riya had written her name on it as well.

Riya Aditya.

Moreover, she had written her cell number on it. Maybe the driver had called her and she had given him my address. I asked him. I was right.Riya had sent him to me. I was so glad to see my folder. I had written just 20 assignments until now.Riya was an angel in my life. What had come to her mind to write her cell number on it I don’t know. However, it saved us.

In all this process, I did not observe my moms reaction. She was surprised as to who Riya was, why her name was on my folder. I really hoped this driver had not told anything about that day. About whatever we did in Rickshaw.He had given the worst look that day when we had got down. After having a cup of tea, he left.

“Who is Riya? Why is her name on your folder?”

“Mom, she is my friend and she is slightly mad. She does these type of silly things. She wrote her name for timepass. Even cell number.”

“Don’t tell me she is just a friend. If she is just a friend what were you doing with her in the rickshaw?”

Oh my God. I was gone. I wished I had a heart attack that moment. I was numb. I was not able to answer her. Did that driver tell my mom what we did? Bloody idiot. It would have been better if I had to write 50 more assignments than this scene.