14-03-2019, 11:20 AM
A Wager Made
It was a warm, spring night, close to the end of the season. Everything was set up as usual. Chairs set up alongside the large settee, a table in front laden with samosas, crisps, and curried chicken. Two bottles of blended scotch, ice, soda water, and glasses left little room for anything else. Beneath the table, a large bucket of ice with beer. Vikram and Sonali had forgone their team jerseys for more comfortable clothes. Vikram wore a white linen kurta over jeans. His dark hairy torso was visible under the near transparent linen. Sonali was dressed in a simple, cotton salwar kameez - white top, dark blue salwar. She had tied her hair in a loose ponytail early in the day, but unruly strands were loosely falling around her face now. Vikram smiled - she carried simplicity with sensual grace.
The brothers, Karan and Sunil, were the first to arrive. Though inseparable, few would have guessed they were brothers from appearance. Sunil was tall, dark skinned with a thin frame. He was clean shaven with close cropped hair. In contrast, Karan was short and lithe, with the toned physique of a dancer. Lighter skinned with hazel eyes and a thick head of hair, there was little doubt he was the handsomer of the two. Where Sunil wore a basic t-shirt and jeans, Karan was in running pants and tight-fitting tank top that accentuated his toned muscles. It was typical Karan.
Karan had brought some bottles of imported Tequila. The men usually stuck to the traditional Indian favorite - whiskey - while Sonali would drink some light beer, so the Tequila was a surprise.
"It's my birthday, yaar! Let's have some fun!" Karan said by way of explanation with a broad grin on his face. Vikram and Sonali congratulated him with broad smiles.
While they were getting settled, Rahul arrived. Sonali let in Vikram's oldest friend and gave him a long hug. Standing a little taller than her, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in close.
"Good to see you, Babhi."
"I'm so glad you could make it! It's been too long." she replied, giving him a grin. His work had kept him busy and he had missed the last few weekends. Even now, he was dressed in slacks and a shirt, a tie hanging loosely around his neck. He had clearly come straight from work. He was an Inspector in the Delhi security officer and he wore the role well. Rahul was handsome but in a subtler way than the Bollywood looks of Karan. Dark skinned, his face was chiseled with refined features. A handlebar moustache that Sonali had always found sexy, gave him a feral masculinity.
"Go grab yourself a drink and relax, bhai." Sonali gestured him inside. She was about to close the door when Gaurev came down the corridor to the flat. He was chatting with Vinod, apparently both sharing the lift up. Giving her a quick hug in greeting, they went inside.
As with all their friends, Gaurev and Vinod were fit, but Vinod had started to let himself go and he was carrying the beginnings of a paunch. Sonali smiled to herself - marriage was making him soft. Vinod was wearing jeans and a slightly too tight shirt that only drew attention to his belly. Gaurev was taller than his friend. He had his long hair tied in a ponytail. A perpetual afternoon shadow framed his face. As if subconsciously competing with Karan, he wore skinny jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt that emphasized his frame.
The game was about to start when the last guest arrived - Harinder. A large, powerfully built Sikh, he had a requisite heavy beard. His blue kurta - matching his blue turban - fit snugly against his bearlike frame. His blue jeans gave him an overly color-coded look that made Sonali smile.
Before kick-off, Karan insisted that everyone take a shot of Tequila. Even Sonali, wrinkling her nose, took a shot at his urging. It was followed by a second round. Harinder, the only Punjabi in the group, took a shot as a courtesy, but then reverted to the whiskey. He was a traditionalist.
The match began and everyone took their places. Harinder and Gaurev sat next to each other, in the high-backed chairs across from Vikram and Sonali - the couple shared a small, cozy love seat. The other four crumpled into the large settee in the middle. Never shy about showing affection, she cuddled into her husband, a hand falling to caress his chest over the thin linen of his shirt.
It was a warm, spring night, close to the end of the season. Everything was set up as usual. Chairs set up alongside the large settee, a table in front laden with samosas, crisps, and curried chicken. Two bottles of blended scotch, ice, soda water, and glasses left little room for anything else. Beneath the table, a large bucket of ice with beer. Vikram and Sonali had forgone their team jerseys for more comfortable clothes. Vikram wore a white linen kurta over jeans. His dark hairy torso was visible under the near transparent linen. Sonali was dressed in a simple, cotton salwar kameez - white top, dark blue salwar. She had tied her hair in a loose ponytail early in the day, but unruly strands were loosely falling around her face now. Vikram smiled - she carried simplicity with sensual grace.
The brothers, Karan and Sunil, were the first to arrive. Though inseparable, few would have guessed they were brothers from appearance. Sunil was tall, dark skinned with a thin frame. He was clean shaven with close cropped hair. In contrast, Karan was short and lithe, with the toned physique of a dancer. Lighter skinned with hazel eyes and a thick head of hair, there was little doubt he was the handsomer of the two. Where Sunil wore a basic t-shirt and jeans, Karan was in running pants and tight-fitting tank top that accentuated his toned muscles. It was typical Karan.
Karan had brought some bottles of imported Tequila. The men usually stuck to the traditional Indian favorite - whiskey - while Sonali would drink some light beer, so the Tequila was a surprise.
"It's my birthday, yaar! Let's have some fun!" Karan said by way of explanation with a broad grin on his face. Vikram and Sonali congratulated him with broad smiles.
While they were getting settled, Rahul arrived. Sonali let in Vikram's oldest friend and gave him a long hug. Standing a little taller than her, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in close.
"Good to see you, Babhi."
"I'm so glad you could make it! It's been too long." she replied, giving him a grin. His work had kept him busy and he had missed the last few weekends. Even now, he was dressed in slacks and a shirt, a tie hanging loosely around his neck. He had clearly come straight from work. He was an Inspector in the Delhi security officer and he wore the role well. Rahul was handsome but in a subtler way than the Bollywood looks of Karan. Dark skinned, his face was chiseled with refined features. A handlebar moustache that Sonali had always found sexy, gave him a feral masculinity.
"Go grab yourself a drink and relax, bhai." Sonali gestured him inside. She was about to close the door when Gaurev came down the corridor to the flat. He was chatting with Vinod, apparently both sharing the lift up. Giving her a quick hug in greeting, they went inside.
As with all their friends, Gaurev and Vinod were fit, but Vinod had started to let himself go and he was carrying the beginnings of a paunch. Sonali smiled to herself - marriage was making him soft. Vinod was wearing jeans and a slightly too tight shirt that only drew attention to his belly. Gaurev was taller than his friend. He had his long hair tied in a ponytail. A perpetual afternoon shadow framed his face. As if subconsciously competing with Karan, he wore skinny jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt that emphasized his frame.
The game was about to start when the last guest arrived - Harinder. A large, powerfully built Sikh, he had a requisite heavy beard. His blue kurta - matching his blue turban - fit snugly against his bearlike frame. His blue jeans gave him an overly color-coded look that made Sonali smile.
Before kick-off, Karan insisted that everyone take a shot of Tequila. Even Sonali, wrinkling her nose, took a shot at his urging. It was followed by a second round. Harinder, the only Punjabi in the group, took a shot as a courtesy, but then reverted to the whiskey. He was a traditionalist.
The match began and everyone took their places. Harinder and Gaurev sat next to each other, in the high-backed chairs across from Vikram and Sonali - the couple shared a small, cozy love seat. The other four crumpled into the large settee in the middle. Never shy about showing affection, she cuddled into her husband, a hand falling to caress his chest over the thin linen of his shirt.
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