My eyes don’t leave her perfect bikini body and her wet hair sticking to her naked back. She walks out of the ocean dewy and holding her surfboard. Sand sticking to her feet and each eyes looking her way.
You take me to your car, you are chivalrous, you open the car door for me. I sit carefully with my wet black heels, holding my red dress trying not to besmirch your car floor and you close the door for me. I am a little nervous and guilty, feeling you have to drop me off, no matter whatever your plans are for the night, or for the weekend, or for tomorrow, or that you have to drive an extra mile for me.
I wake up the next day and buy some white zerbera and carnations, I get them rolled in the bouquet and I visit the coffee shop in the early opening hours and I wait for you to arrive. Its almost 2 hours I have been waiting and I see you entering through the door, You make your way to the counter and as you place the order, I carefully plant the flower bouquet with your name on it on your favourite table.
I take a deep breath and a smoke cloud forms as I breathe and sip my hot chocolate whose aroma smells creamy and delectable. You are looking at me and I can see you looking at me, even though I am not looking at you, and I shiver.
I decline the salacious offer and you stuff your face in the pillow and again your face rises a little, watching me with your side eyes pretending to look out the window. I see your eyes looking at my army cargo shorts and I know you are hungry!
I looked behind and near him looking for his love interest. But no one was around So I assumed that he was alone. “So, how are you here?” I said comfortably and without any thoughts going in my mind. “Oh I got a job offer at IndiaMart in Delhi, So will be working with this…
Is the feeling correct word? What feelings? What attraction? There was nothing between you two. My INNER GODDESS SCREAMED!
Everything apart it was Siddharth on my mind. I wondered why was I so eager to talk to him? What was so special about him? Why do I even care? It has been two years and a half and I am dying like a teenage girl to talk, to giggle and want him to ask for that incomplete coffee and what not? What was up?
The bright new day at the office was a great one, we had many new interactions but that damn smile could not leave my mind. I would steal glances and see him gleam with a smile to every new person he met. LUNCH HOURS Up in the cafeteria, I saw him, surrounded by many people….