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 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!
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?
Marla with Money and Standard to Live a luxurious Lifestyle was never thinking to stop with her Ambitions to outgrow the intelligence in her field. Two years passed away in the hustle while Karl became reluctant towards ignorance of Marla. He shut down his emotions and feelings by keeping himself engaged with various business dealings,he started staying outdoors most of the time. Meanwhile Marla got pregnant with Dave.
She Slapped me, My eyes suddenly shifted from her smile to the concrete pavement of the road. Holding my cheek with my hand I looked at her.She has folded her arms in rage.I saw at her face she was annoyed looking at me.