Part 175

“So what plans for the weekend Kanak?” Prad asked using her name…

“Wait for Monday” her husband supplied… with mirth(Monday Chachi, Ujju were returning and so Prad was too)… walking towards the couch area… seeing his wife and his cousin sitting side by side… as his wife stiffened involuntarily…

Dadi laughed out loud, at that comment noting no malice… “You love your work, that doesn’t mean he loves college too”Dadi joked in Punjabi…but the man that said it was just staring at his wife…. What Dadi said to him did not register one bit…

“You broke up with her becoz her parents’ house was tidy?” Chachi prodded…

Prad grunted…

“Kudi kinni soni si” Dadi lamented…

“Homely too”

Shaan smirked…

“Kyon?” Dadi asked…

Shaan just shook his head…

“Mom it wasn’t… I mean they lived together” Chachi bit her last few words..

“Oh!” said Dadi acknowledging that the relationship was physical…

Dadi was used to such things, being part of Mumbai high society…

“Moreover Hes a Gujral” “They love their liqor and …..“Chachi stopped mid way to punch Pradyun, as he pretended to flinch…

Khanak blushed a intense red…. “Liqor and sex” butterflies took flight in her stomach…. Crashing against the walls….as slow heat enveloped her….

HL:Bhabhi aapka fevreet, samosa.

Khanak reached…. “Oh! Maine haath nahi dhoye, thanks so much HL” she thanked him kindly

Her husband poured a mouthful of beer from the frosted mug…. And stared as she stood up… in a orange green saree… no make up, or jewelry…. Her rings were gone too… the neck line plunged…. In free fall…she dressed like she didn’t care… yet carefully….not an ounce of body fat anywhere… her waist smooth as butter…..he caught a faint glimpse of her navel as it tried to escape the binding of her skirt’s draw string….Pradyun was sitting on the edge of her saree trail, she turned as she felt a tug….”Meri saree” she said possessively…

He got up startled… and he stared too, as her hair cascaded down on both sides of her face…

“Don’t mess with a lady’s saree” Chachi ordered…

Khanak turned around and gave Chachi a glorious smile… “Amen” she said softly… she passed him carefully avoiding any touch…. The lavender from her Forest Essential lotion lingered…

He answered a call… and watched her go to the powder room… his eyes waited patiently outside…. She opened the door after a good 7 or so minutes… as if she were all done in two minutes but just enjoyed the torture….

She didn’t have to look up across the giant living room to know who was watching her… her neck, face was all damp, tendrils hung from around her face….scrubbed clean…..the family’s toiletries were tucked inside a oak chest like shelf… she must have used hers… when she ran out sometimes, she would step out of the shower in the Master to search for another bar… he would urge her to use his… some French designer male soap…. She would smirk… he would take the soap and rub it on he… he did it once…she texted him during the day to accuse him of making her smell like a guy…

“Your guy”he responded back…

A rivulet snaked down her cleavage…. He watched its heavenly trip… with unconcealed hunger…she reached out and smudged it off with her index finger….and met his eyes… nervously letting go of the drop… as it fell down in despair… as she approached her spot by Pradyun on he couch, he scaled the 5 steps to it and sat down by Pradyun…sending her a message “Its between us”

“Leave Pradyun out of it”

“Pradyun maine parson Mall Rd ki ek tasvee banayi, tum dekhoge?” she asked casually, not giving her husband a second look…

The Hindi had the British bloke falling hook line and sinker…..”I have no idea what that means, but the answer is Yes”

Dadi and Chachi laughed out loud…

Ujju “Bhabhee he is a dork” looking up from her ipad game…

“No he is not” said Khanak in defense firmly..