08-11-2018, 03:16 AM
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The party was crowded, with people clustered around the food and the TVs (the hosts had rented 4 big screen TVs). A big smile came to Sumit's face when he saw Anitya wearing his jersey. Sumit moved up close to Anitya and gently squeezed her hand, making sure no one was around to see. Anitya beamed inside.
Sumit was smoking a cigarette. He only smoked at parties like this, a social smoker like Anitya. "Want one?" he asked smiling, offering her the pack.
"Okay," she said, then playfully took the cigarette from his mouth and put it to her lips.
"Brat," he said smiling. She smiled back at him. The people around them noticed the exchange and it touched off some whispering. People had noticed Anitya and Sumit together a lot lately, and many speculated they were having an affair, especially with Sumit separated and Anitya home alone so much with Siddharth traveling. Everyone agreed, thought, they made a very attractive couple.
It took every effort he had, but Siddharth managed to get out of the trade show. As the plane touched down at the airport he checked his iPhone – out of power. In the terminal he ran through the airport and managed to get a cab right away. When he arrived at the party he rang the doorbell but no one answered. Then he remembered the hosts had rented a big tent that would cover practically the entire backyard, with a lot of space heaters. Everyone must be there. He went around the house and literally ran into the tent. He entered through a flap/door and almost ran into a huge bush.
He stood behind the bush. The tent was crowded, but he saw Anitya immediately. His heart leaped at the sight of her. She looked beautiful with her sassy new haircut, dressed casually in jeans and her jersey. Siddharth saw Sumit approach his wife and he got angry. Can't leave her alone, can you Sumit, even at a the party. Anitya was in a circle of people, all talking and laughing, and Sumit walked right up and stood next to her.
Sumit was smoking, and he watched as his wife flirtingly took the cigarette from Sumit's lips and put it between hers. Siddharth's heart sank. Somehow, the gesture was as intimate as a kiss. Then he looked again at the Xavier college jersey she wore. He recognized it. She was wearing Sumit's old jersey, as if they were going steady. He slumped, like someone had punched him in the stomach. He went back out the door, and walked aimlessly until he noticed a lone cab sitting at a light. He flagged it down and went home.
Sumit was smoking a cigarette. He only smoked at parties like this, a social smoker like Anitya. "Want one?" he asked smiling, offering her the pack.
"Okay," she said, then playfully took the cigarette from his mouth and put it to her lips.
"Brat," he said smiling. She smiled back at him. The people around them noticed the exchange and it touched off some whispering. People had noticed Anitya and Sumit together a lot lately, and many speculated they were having an affair, especially with Sumit separated and Anitya home alone so much with Siddharth traveling. Everyone agreed, thought, they made a very attractive couple.
It took every effort he had, but Siddharth managed to get out of the trade show. As the plane touched down at the airport he checked his iPhone – out of power. In the terminal he ran through the airport and managed to get a cab right away. When he arrived at the party he rang the doorbell but no one answered. Then he remembered the hosts had rented a big tent that would cover practically the entire backyard, with a lot of space heaters. Everyone must be there. He went around the house and literally ran into the tent. He entered through a flap/door and almost ran into a huge bush.
He stood behind the bush. The tent was crowded, but he saw Anitya immediately. His heart leaped at the sight of her. She looked beautiful with her sassy new haircut, dressed casually in jeans and her jersey. Siddharth saw Sumit approach his wife and he got angry. Can't leave her alone, can you Sumit, even at a the party. Anitya was in a circle of people, all talking and laughing, and Sumit walked right up and stood next to her.
Sumit was smoking, and he watched as his wife flirtingly took the cigarette from Sumit's lips and put it between hers. Siddharth's heart sank. Somehow, the gesture was as intimate as a kiss. Then he looked again at the Xavier college jersey she wore. He recognized it. She was wearing Sumit's old jersey, as if they were going steady. He slumped, like someone had punched him in the stomach. He went back out the door, and walked aimlessly until he noticed a lone cab sitting at a light. He flagged it down and went home.
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