07-11-2018, 08:15 AM
Sunday morning I woke up expecting to see Meera upset. Well she wasn't. The fingermarks on her face had also disappeared. I still had pain on my neck. But seeing her smiling a couple of times helped me forget my ache. Both mentally and physically I felt myself at ease.
We had our breakfast and lunch in the resort only. By evening I was feeling better than I expected and I suggested we should get out. We already had lost two days/nights from the weekend. Monday night can never replace a Sunday night.
There was this weekend house party, which we came to know of from the resort and they also provided us with the entry passes.
I thought it should be good to land in the crowd and join their -whatever that maybe- celebrations. Meera quickly agreed. For the night, she chose to wear a black colour, dotted frock that ended just about her knee. That was the first time I was seeing her in that dress.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. She wasn't carrying any shades off last night either. It really pleased me. Finally we're going to have a blast as we had hoped for.
We got ready in time and hit the place by 8 O'clock.
The crowd was good, but it wasn't anyway overcrowded. We took our seat and enjoyed the music that was coming from the dance floor on the other side. She chose wine and I asked for beer. She appreciated that.
That's when I saw him. Across the hall, in a corner, by the bar, sipping his drink, probably whisky. He hadn't seen me. I quickly gestured Meera to look at his direction. She turned her head to look at him, and that's exactly when he saw us too. Our eyes locked for a few seconds. Or was it theirs only? I don't know.
He raised his glass at us and I too did, while smiling back at him.
Meera just kept looking at him, though.
He then slowly walked towards us, holding the glass in his left hand. As he was closer enough for his face to be seen clearly, I realised that his eyes were also locked with hers. He didn't look away even once, throughout his long walk. She didn't break her intense stare either, even when he stopped right next to our table. I felt like their eyes were having a conversation that their lips didn't want to share.
"Hi"
I said, and they both turned their eyes to me. It felt like my timing was wrong. Honestly, I was intimidated.
Yet I smiled at him again.
"Glad to see you both here... to see you guys back" he said and turned his eyes back at her.
"Your wife.... she seems all good.." I noticed his voice were laced with all the charisma in the world.
She had a smile dancing around the corner of her lips, yet she wasn't generous at all.
At that moment I wished if she smiled at him. I couldn't see why she's holding it back.
"Actually we're glad to see you here.. We wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday.."
I said.
He broke his eyes with hers again.
"Well you can thank me, now" He said.
I suddenly couldn't find words. I was upset myself for breaking their stare contest.
"Can I buy you a drink, to start with?" I somehow asked.
“I already have one, thanks,” He said, maintaining nonchalance.
"Oh yes, uh.. then please join us" I said.
"I've already joined you." He looked at my eyes. "Would you mind if I take your wife to the dance floor? It's one of my favourite songs.."
I actually wasn't paying any attention to the music since the moment I saw him. When he was looking at my eyes I couldn't really feel there really existed any word that I could use to practically object him, and I politely nodded to him with a smile.
He didn't wait for her consent. It was like he already knew it. He extended his hand to her and she instantly arose from her seat, promptly placing her palm at his hand. He put his glass over the table before walking away with her.
I haven't told you about the physical features that I had noticed so far about him yet, have I? Well, he looked same to me in the age and complexion but that's where the similarities end. He was visibly taller than me by a few inches at least and his beefed up biceps could be noticed by anyone without much effort. He visibly possessed a toned body and his manly strength were already proved a day earlier. But none of those wasn't the feature that help him outclass the rest. That was the fire that I had just witnessed in those eyes, a few moments ago. It possessed the power to communicate his mind to whoever he wanted.
Though I could tell you all this, one thing still remained a fact. That I still didn't know his name. But I felt it's irrelevant. What he had done to us yesterday had already earned him my trust. I had noticed the same in Meera's gaze she had maintained with him earlier. I was sure he's gonna keep her at ease. I chose not to follow them to the dance floor.
I had finished my drink and gestured for another.
After the song, they promptly returned to me.
"She's great on the floor"
He commented and instantly grabbed his drink. My drink arrived at the moment.
"I want to keep her there some more... But she insisted I should inform you first.." saying so he smiled at her and she smiled back at him.
I couldn't say no, yet again. At that moment, I couldn't find a reason to say so.
She finished her drink with him and waved her hands to me as he walked her away from me to the dance floor.
I chose to be seated up to the end of my third round of drinks. Then I got up and walked towards the dance floor. By the time it was crowder than I thought it was when we arrived, and I saw them dancing at the centre of it. They were dancing with their moves exactly to the tune of the song being played. Especially the way Meera was dancing held my attention for a few moments, and I wondered how come she's mastered those moves. They were perfect as of a seasoned dancer. I remembered her having told me about the dancing programs she used to participate during her college life. It was years ago. I now really felt myself proud of being her husband.
Then the song ended, and another one began to play. As everyone around switched their steps to match with it, I noticed Meera and him remaining still. They looked in each other's eyes and slowly the small distance between them shrunk. Her eyes were glued to his, and her hands rested on his chest. He ran his hands over her upperarm. He was telling her something. At a moment she turned her head to her left, to where I was standing and she saw me. He too looked at me and I immediately felt like being caught in a wrong place. She might have expected me to be standing there, watching them dancing together. I couldn't understand how or why.
Meera's eyes remained with me for a short time, before being averted back to its original place. Was she seeking permission from me? For what?
She told him something again and he looked at me. I couldn't stand there anymore. I smiled at him once, turned back and walked to my table. I gestured for another round. At the moment I noticed I was carrying a boner. And it felt amazing. As the drink arrived, I wanted to finish it as quick as possible and return to watch them dance again.
I finished it as I wished and I left the table immediately. Though I wanted to run to the dance floor, I restrained myself and managed to walk.
But I was dismayed quickly as I reached there. They weren't there. I walked around the corners and looked at every dancing groups for the next two minutes. There weren't there. They were gone. But where?
The dance floor was basically a centre place where two more hangout halls joined. If they're not the centre, they must have moved to the one of the halls. I walked along the aisle looking at each and every couch.
There, I saw her. But only her. She was sitting in a couch and she seemed expecting me.
"Where is he?"
I asked about my biggest concern.
"His name is Arman." She smiled at me, completely ignoring my question.
"Arman? Oh, I see!" I responded and sat on the couch.
"Do you think we can trust him?" She asked.
I failed to see her intention. But I could answer it.
"Yes, of course. But why? I mean... Why do you have such a doubt?"
"He's asking for a walk outside.."
"Oh, that's good.."
"So, can I go?"
That's when I learned actually he's asking out her. He didn't mean to walk with us but her.
"Sure."
I nodded without really thinking much.
"But make sure you return in time. I'll be waiting here only"
She instantly got up and gave me a light hug.
"Thank you Krish. I love you. And you make sure you don't get too drunk"
She patted on my cheek and walked away to the door.
*****
We had our breakfast and lunch in the resort only. By evening I was feeling better than I expected and I suggested we should get out. We already had lost two days/nights from the weekend. Monday night can never replace a Sunday night.
There was this weekend house party, which we came to know of from the resort and they also provided us with the entry passes.
I thought it should be good to land in the crowd and join their -whatever that maybe- celebrations. Meera quickly agreed. For the night, she chose to wear a black colour, dotted frock that ended just about her knee. That was the first time I was seeing her in that dress.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. She wasn't carrying any shades off last night either. It really pleased me. Finally we're going to have a blast as we had hoped for.
We got ready in time and hit the place by 8 O'clock.
The crowd was good, but it wasn't anyway overcrowded. We took our seat and enjoyed the music that was coming from the dance floor on the other side. She chose wine and I asked for beer. She appreciated that.
That's when I saw him. Across the hall, in a corner, by the bar, sipping his drink, probably whisky. He hadn't seen me. I quickly gestured Meera to look at his direction. She turned her head to look at him, and that's exactly when he saw us too. Our eyes locked for a few seconds. Or was it theirs only? I don't know.
He raised his glass at us and I too did, while smiling back at him.
Meera just kept looking at him, though.
He then slowly walked towards us, holding the glass in his left hand. As he was closer enough for his face to be seen clearly, I realised that his eyes were also locked with hers. He didn't look away even once, throughout his long walk. She didn't break her intense stare either, even when he stopped right next to our table. I felt like their eyes were having a conversation that their lips didn't want to share.
"Hi"
I said, and they both turned their eyes to me. It felt like my timing was wrong. Honestly, I was intimidated.
Yet I smiled at him again.
"Glad to see you both here... to see you guys back" he said and turned his eyes back at her.
"Your wife.... she seems all good.." I noticed his voice were laced with all the charisma in the world.
She had a smile dancing around the corner of her lips, yet she wasn't generous at all.
At that moment I wished if she smiled at him. I couldn't see why she's holding it back.
"Actually we're glad to see you here.. We wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday.."
I said.
He broke his eyes with hers again.
"Well you can thank me, now" He said.
I suddenly couldn't find words. I was upset myself for breaking their stare contest.
"Can I buy you a drink, to start with?" I somehow asked.
“I already have one, thanks,” He said, maintaining nonchalance.
"Oh yes, uh.. then please join us" I said.
"I've already joined you." He looked at my eyes. "Would you mind if I take your wife to the dance floor? It's one of my favourite songs.."
I actually wasn't paying any attention to the music since the moment I saw him. When he was looking at my eyes I couldn't really feel there really existed any word that I could use to practically object him, and I politely nodded to him with a smile.
He didn't wait for her consent. It was like he already knew it. He extended his hand to her and she instantly arose from her seat, promptly placing her palm at his hand. He put his glass over the table before walking away with her.
I haven't told you about the physical features that I had noticed so far about him yet, have I? Well, he looked same to me in the age and complexion but that's where the similarities end. He was visibly taller than me by a few inches at least and his beefed up biceps could be noticed by anyone without much effort. He visibly possessed a toned body and his manly strength were already proved a day earlier. But none of those wasn't the feature that help him outclass the rest. That was the fire that I had just witnessed in those eyes, a few moments ago. It possessed the power to communicate his mind to whoever he wanted.
Though I could tell you all this, one thing still remained a fact. That I still didn't know his name. But I felt it's irrelevant. What he had done to us yesterday had already earned him my trust. I had noticed the same in Meera's gaze she had maintained with him earlier. I was sure he's gonna keep her at ease. I chose not to follow them to the dance floor.
I had finished my drink and gestured for another.
After the song, they promptly returned to me.
"She's great on the floor"
He commented and instantly grabbed his drink. My drink arrived at the moment.
"I want to keep her there some more... But she insisted I should inform you first.." saying so he smiled at her and she smiled back at him.
I couldn't say no, yet again. At that moment, I couldn't find a reason to say so.
She finished her drink with him and waved her hands to me as he walked her away from me to the dance floor.
I chose to be seated up to the end of my third round of drinks. Then I got up and walked towards the dance floor. By the time it was crowder than I thought it was when we arrived, and I saw them dancing at the centre of it. They were dancing with their moves exactly to the tune of the song being played. Especially the way Meera was dancing held my attention for a few moments, and I wondered how come she's mastered those moves. They were perfect as of a seasoned dancer. I remembered her having told me about the dancing programs she used to participate during her college life. It was years ago. I now really felt myself proud of being her husband.
Then the song ended, and another one began to play. As everyone around switched their steps to match with it, I noticed Meera and him remaining still. They looked in each other's eyes and slowly the small distance between them shrunk. Her eyes were glued to his, and her hands rested on his chest. He ran his hands over her upperarm. He was telling her something. At a moment she turned her head to her left, to where I was standing and she saw me. He too looked at me and I immediately felt like being caught in a wrong place. She might have expected me to be standing there, watching them dancing together. I couldn't understand how or why.
Meera's eyes remained with me for a short time, before being averted back to its original place. Was she seeking permission from me? For what?
She told him something again and he looked at me. I couldn't stand there anymore. I smiled at him once, turned back and walked to my table. I gestured for another round. At the moment I noticed I was carrying a boner. And it felt amazing. As the drink arrived, I wanted to finish it as quick as possible and return to watch them dance again.
I finished it as I wished and I left the table immediately. Though I wanted to run to the dance floor, I restrained myself and managed to walk.
But I was dismayed quickly as I reached there. They weren't there. I walked around the corners and looked at every dancing groups for the next two minutes. There weren't there. They were gone. But where?
The dance floor was basically a centre place where two more hangout halls joined. If they're not the centre, they must have moved to the one of the halls. I walked along the aisle looking at each and every couch.
There, I saw her. But only her. She was sitting in a couch and she seemed expecting me.
"Where is he?"
I asked about my biggest concern.
"His name is Arman." She smiled at me, completely ignoring my question.
"Arman? Oh, I see!" I responded and sat on the couch.
"Do you think we can trust him?" She asked.
I failed to see her intention. But I could answer it.
"Yes, of course. But why? I mean... Why do you have such a doubt?"
"He's asking for a walk outside.."
"Oh, that's good.."
"So, can I go?"
That's when I learned actually he's asking out her. He didn't mean to walk with us but her.
"Sure."
I nodded without really thinking much.
"But make sure you return in time. I'll be waiting here only"
She instantly got up and gave me a light hug.
"Thank you Krish. I love you. And you make sure you don't get too drunk"
She patted on my cheek and walked away to the door.
*****
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