Part 76

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Mangal Kunj

Malabar Hill

Jan 7^th 2012

5 ish PM

She managed to get to the door with him trailing before he stopped her by clicking the door shut

“Khanakkk!” hissing

“Excuse me but I have to talk with Aada” she looked up at him, somber, her eyes showed her hurt

“The transmission on Rishi’s car died I am not making that up” He let go of her hand and framed his palms on either side of her head

She twisted the door knob….

“That’s fine”

“Why wont you talk with me?”

“I am just busy…”

“How about…. NOW?” frustrated

“I said 3 Shantanu”

“I just told you Rishi’s car wouldn’t start”

They had a staring duel…

“Why are YOU all dressed up?” eyes following the silver bell string…

“Are you wearing anklets through the button holes”

“Genius!” she thought mockingly

“Aada laaye mere liye for NY’s, husband didn’t give me anything” she supplied deliberately

He laughed, reached the bells

She just covered them with her bare hand…

“And where is the brace?”

Their hand linked on her silver string

“BTW Lunch was all vegetarian” smiled sweetly

“And dinner will be too” riling him…

He ran his thumb on her left wrist… “What did you make?”

“Nothing you would have cared to eat” trembling…

She fidgeted…

“Do you recall, this is EXACTLY how you fidgeted when I first stormed into your apartment unannounced?”

“I was no… “ she stopped

“I”

He watched her slowly lose her speech… it happened a lot….its as if she spoke those words within her mind….

“Ummm”

“You were SO nervous”

“I didn’t… I didn’t want you… there…”

“I” she paused

“I thought you were going to touch” she blurted……… finally, ………saying what she had struggled to say for five minutes…

He took a step forward…letting his body touch hers, but not pressing in any way…

“I wanted to take you to bed actually” he said firmly… causing her insides to implode, ……………a certain, what seemed terrifying at the first encounter…., now familiar ache enveloping her…..…at his open sexual aggression….. not a speck of moisture left inside her mouth… she stared dumbstruck… breathing audibly…

Shaking the trance like feeling, reliving every second of that first private encounter…

“I thought you only cared about your motorcycles and music” she said

He laughed…

They could hear voices outside

“You are dressed up too” she said, why did you wear these clothes when you know you are coming home?” she reached with her right hand and felt the edge of his collar………her trapped her hand there with his jaw…….

“I called you twice”

“I was winning, I couldnt stop then” he declared, incredulous…

Yet again giving her a glimpse of his core ambition in life………

“You should have come over and watched me work up a sweat” he said amused…

“I’ve seen you” she paused… “Work up a sweat I mean…” she said huskily….

He groaned.. in acknowledgement…… “Ofcourse” he said for her ears only…

Their eyes spoke for a while

“Khanak, there was too much traffic towards Worli” he pleaded

She wasn’t going to forgive anytime soon……

“Main kal Aada ke saath Pune ja rahi hoon”

He let his weight land on her “Ouch” he said angry…as she sucked her breath in hard, delighting under the assault  of his weight

“You can stay out all day” she said granting him his freedom…..

He didn’t agree…”Your Kaka can visit” he argued

“Meri Trust Accountant se meeting hai 2 baje” she said somberly, as he began to make out shrewdly……..

His jaw clenched…. She could feel it on her neck……… “There is a crooked bell… its going to nick you” she said… protective, caressing his jaw……..

He undid her bell string savagely…

“Cant you do it over the phone?”

Something about that Q made her furious “Can you play tennis over the phone?”

Her comeback amused him but he was angry too……..

“Be home by 5”

“Unless someone needs a ride, then I have to do the right thing” she countered……

They made out without saying a word………..

She stood on her toes and kissed him fully………he picked her up… as the knock on the door happened….

“Khanak beta, Fa and I have to go meet someone in Nariman? Haan Nariman beta, Sonali is asleep” her Aada just spoke rapidly in Gujju to a shut door………

Shaan’s grip tightened, as his wife’s relaxed….

She groaned on his chest……

He walked to the couch………. Pushing her down, laying on her………..before she could say “Theek hai Aada” he kissed her

“The Trust has a Mumbai branch” he said He would KNOW, his family paid into it every year…

She squirmed, fighting him, while allowing him more access………

“Go with me” she begged kissing his neck

“Cant” he said…

Her kurta lay on the floor…………..

They stayed in the embrace…. Reveling in each other’s touch…

“What did you eat?” she asked not being able to help herself…

“Turkey pot pie” he answered followed by “Brunch” …

A strange feeling of guilt overtook her….

“I” she began…

“Aada asked me if you liked Oondhiyo”

“What?’ he asked confused, buried in her chest area……

She giggled…

“I bet you told him I didn’t care for anything Gujarati” passionate…

“Just like I don’t care for anything Punjabi” she countered

They stared at each other interminably, as his lower body compelled her into conceding……

“I can make eggs for you” she offered, trying to recall what he taught her at honeymoon

“I can” he paused bending down… whispered in her ear……..

“Nahi” she said blushing a deep crimson

She would later let herself out of the room while he  will take a nap…. Help HL with arranging dinner….her Aada will notice that she is wearing some other outfit but will not comment… Dadi will observe her tousled locks… and learn her grandson is taking a early evening nap and just clear her throat…….Sonali will squeal in excitement wanting to know when she can raid Khanak di’s closet……. Bua would have given her money for 3 outfits, Khanak for 2 yet, Sonali would manage to go back to college with a dozen new ones in her kitty…………..

“Main ek raat Pune mein ruk jaaon Dadi?” she will ask deviously

“Nahi” Dadi will answer without giving it a moment’s thought………