𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✔

Moments❤

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A few minutes later, I was telling her the stories of my onsite trip, discussing official things,
laughing at stupid ones, watching the pictures I had taken in the US, on my laptop. In no time, on that
giant bed, we were lying on our stomachs, next to each other, our feet paddling in the air above us,
our hands underneath our chins and our eyes on the screen of the laptop. We were watching those
short movies I had shot on my trip. And beside us, were those flowers with which I slept the night
before, her notes and the tissue carrying her kiss’s imprint which was now making her shy. She was
acting as if she never noticed that on my bed.
With my cold, I didn’t feel like roaming around the malls of delhi, so we had to cancel her
plan. Rather, we stayed back in our room. We discussed some important things. Like, when should
our parents meet? What time will it be good for us to get married? Where should we settle down
after marriage, taking our careers into consideration?
And I remember well, on that last question she quickly responded, ‘It should be bikaner .’
‘But why not Mumbai?’ I calmly revolted back.

And like a five-year-old kid, avni answered, full of innocence, ‘It will be hard for me to live far
away from my Mumma.’
Stroking her forehead and hair, I said, ‘We will bring your mom for you, in dowry.’
And we laughed.
During our conversation that day, we took a U-turn to discuss our respective pasts. Our college
life, our school friends and our family. The sweet memories and the hard times. And on one
occasion, she burst into tears. She happened to recall some things in her life which she could never
share with anyone else but me. Taking her in my arms, I wiped her tears. She said she felt relieved
after sharing that with me, and she made me promise that I would never tell it to anyone. And
promises …
Promises are meant to be kept.
I held her head on my shoulder, rubbing her back gently, drying her moist eyes. She felt good
and rested in my arms for quite some time.
In order to change her mood I started telling her some jokes, just to comfort her. And when I saw
that smile returning to her face I said, ‘Hmm … So let us see what I have got from the US for my
dearest …’
‘Sachhi?’avni spoke..
‘Muchhi,’ I said and jumped out of my bed to unlock my bag. She also followed me and, while I
was opening it, she stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. I quickly recalled something and
turned back to say, ‘Girls are not allowed to stare in guys’ bags.’
She laughed, but fought back to stand there and check my bag along with me. Seeing the big
polythene bag I took out, her smile widened. But when she reached for it, I grabbed it back. ‘A
… a … aa! Not like this. Let me open it and show you.’
‘Ok.’
And I pulled out a purple top with short sleeves, along with a matching pastel-coloured skirt.
‘Wow!’ she stared at the dress open-mouthed. ‘This is awesome!’ (Girls love surprises. No?)
‘Not yet,’ I said. ‘For it to be really awesome, it needs to be on you. Wear it and show me.’ I
pointed to the washroom, where she could go and change. Carrying a smile and that dress she walked
away.
Back in that room, I crossed my fingers. I had never bought anything of that sort, ever, for any
girl. I have any prior girlfriend with whom I could have learnt
something
about buying clothes for girls.
A few minutes later, I heard the washroom door getting unlocked. She popped her head out first
and asked, ‘Shall I come out?’
‘Please! I am dying,’ I said.
‘1…2…3…’ She counted before coming out. And then, she was in front of me. Seeing her, I
uncrossed my fingers with immense pleasure. She looked stunning in my gift.
‘B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l!’
And, suddenly, I turned my gaze away from her, thinking that my looking at her that way should
not bring her bad luck. But then, I looked at her again—I couldn’t resist.
That top and the skirt suited her body so well, as if they had been made just for her. I was
surprised and, silently, I congratulated myself. Even she was surprised and, probably, that’s why she
said, ‘I never knew you know me so well.’
That dress … or, should I say her beautiful body-line was complementing the dress. Looking at
herself in the mirror of my room, she said ‘I look my best in this dress. This is the best one I will
have in my wardrobe.’
‘Then promise me.’
‘What?’
‘That this one will only be worn by you and no one else … Not even your sisters. I want to see
this only on you.’
‘I promise.’
And with that promise she realized that she was getting late. I helped her pack her gifts in a
polythene bag after which she hugged me and said, ‘It’s beautiful being with you after so long.’
‘Same here.’
At the door she explained the way to reach her home. I was to visit her family again.
‘Don’t be late.’ She said and waved me good-bye and left. I was walking down to her place in the
evening. I think I was two blocks away from her house when I saw two people walking in my
direction. One was about three years old, and holding his hand was a man of about sixty. I thought I
knew who they were.
Seeing me, the old man halted.
The little kid tried to pull him along. ‘Chalo! Ice Cream!’ he screamed. The poor kid tried his best
but failed.
I looked at the person in front of me and the old man raised his finger, a few lines appeared on his
forehead. He was wondering if I was their guest for the evening.
But before he could speak, I said, ‘I think I am coming to your place. Am I right?’
‘neil?’
‘Haanji.’ I smiled and touched his feet.
He was avni’s dad and the kid was mike who was pulling his grandfather to the nearest
icecream parlor.
But now, the cute kid held my hand and shouted on the street asking me, ‘Aap avni maasi ke
dost ho … hain … aap ho na?’

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