Rendezvous with SwaSan (A Collection of Short Stories)

And It Was Worth :-

To knock some brains in this 30 year old stupid drenched guy who was sitting all stunned on my bed letting me suck the life out of his lips. The rain outside was at its heaviest and I could sense him shivering in my proximity.

“Don’t worry! All thanks to your idiocy, you will have a viral  by tonight and don’t worry this time I would make that special stupid stinking soup for you and have chocolates in front of you! Now go pull away the curtains… Shoo!”

I shoved him off pushing him a lil more violent than usual.

 
And he was spell-bound. Might be thinking, what exactly did he do to deserve this sweet feisty mouth-to-mouth!

Well let me tell you… The nerves of this man!!!

Sanskar Maheshwari had actually visited the temple on outskirts of the town, some fifty five kilometers away on bare foot, in this stupid sudden rain! Ask me why?! Coz its my birthday today!

 Yayy!! Happy Birthday to me!

And I am lying all alone sulking in this big boring bed of mine with a fever that is constantly fluctuating between 101-102-103. Happy Sick Day to me too…

 
So back to the story!

Each year I visit there to seek blessings and thank my Ganapati Bappa for the wonderful life and the wonderful friend he had blessed me with. Sanskar was my colleague, and of course BEST FRIEND! I had to thank God for sending him to me…

And this year was no exception, until this not-so-beautiful guest arrived in all her might to stop my age-old ritual, I was here all cursing my health when this stupid man actually arrived this morning with the so familiar ‘teeka’ and the bunch of jasmine flowers and a box of my favorite ‘Chocolate Modak’ not uttering a single word about his early morning venture.

I was shocked! Flabbergasted! Beyond words!!!

 
Now tell me, which man would do it? And when it’s raining cats and dogs outside, the news flashings are constantly alerting to stay at home and sulk on bed (for me especially!). Okk stop smiling Swara! No don’t melt that façade….!

“What? What the f**k are you looking at me like that? Go pull away the curtains.. I need to see the rain. Aah it’s so lovely outside!” – this time I kicked his butt as he winced.

Congrats Swara, he is tongue-tied too…

“And listen fry some pakoras, the weather is just mind-blowing. And order the cake too… And please, take that goddamn towel and dry your hair… Wait give that to me!” – I snatched the towel from the corner of the bed and got to work, with him still unsure about his day-dream.

Great, we are already on practice!! See I won’t be a bad wife but seeing his condition I am sure, I won’t be a very safe choice either. So let’s just show some more danger.

And there I mouth-attacked him again furiously pulling his hair while the towel too flew away at the other corner.

Cmon react Sanskar Maheshwari! I m not hot I know! But I am hot enough to set your dunce brain on fire Mister. He was loosening,  melting okk… And then a little more passion…

And yes….!!! Sixer!!! Gosh Swara it’s not IPL…!!!

He had pulled me ever tight with those steel band of arms on work around my waist, his lips working fire on mine and his frustration level and rage at peak. Of course it was natural. Who the hell takes two and a half years to answer a love proposal by the cutest man on earth!

I DID!

And it was WORTH!!!

 
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See I don't have any idea what exactly I wrote !!! But I felt like posting so posted it :-). Hope you gyz like it...

And my dear 'HPTMYK' readers, I know am keeping it on wait, next update by this weekend... I was sick the last week so couldn't write properly... I got better today and see I got back to writing again ;-). Who says I m lazy ;-).

Loads of love!!!
XOXO

Suku