Non-erotic The Gamechangers by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And my turn had arrived. I had butterflies in my stomach.

The Final Round

This was a point of no return. Avik seemed in deep thoughts or was he simply disinterested? Why?

I never noticed that both the children by now were flanking me and looking expectantly at my face. Obviously, they wanted me to carry forward the game I would not be allowed to spring an anti-climax.

Fulki eyed me with expectation, "Mom! This better be better than Dad's!!"

The game was on and I wanted to keep it brief.

"I would like to get married again?"

Avik gave a start and looked at me. His eyes, asking silent questions.

Robin was in raptures, jumping with glee. Even Fulki was startled by my admission. For her, it was a great finale.

But it was Robin who took over, "Guys, let's not muck it up. I think it is a brilliant wish, fantastic! There are so many possibilities." Fulki looked at him with questioning eyes. For a moment, under the glare, Robin appeared nonplussed. But he was quick to regain his composure.

"Well, since Fulki is not getting married and Dad has not yet put a matrimonial ad; and I am debarred from happiness, mom is the perfect template for a marriage." Nowadays, Robin always spoke in 'templates.'

"Right, what are your 'must haves' in the groom." Robin asked.

"Dark, handsome and definitely tall," I answered.

Fulki cooed in, "Too good, Look at Robin, what are you, five feet nothing? Pathetic."

"I am five six and it isn't my fault that I am short." Robin retorted. Their Dad looked up. I was five four.

"Mom, what else," Fulki asked while jumping around to avoid the deadly blows from Robin?

"Someone easy to speak to; one who doesn't act like a mouni baba (the silent yogi)," I volunteered looking at my husband from the corner of my eyes.

"Forget Dad," Robin said. "What else mom?"

"Who will give me time and not bring home his office," I added.

"Mom, the concept is quality time, not quantity." Fulki was a bit for her Dad.

"Okay, what kind of marriage do you want?" Fulki enquired.

"Three days, plenty of people, all processes, ladies sangeet (music), Bollywood style choreographed dances, gifts, band baja everything." I gushed.

"I will set up the menu. But what will Dad do?" Robin chimed in.

"He can get married the same day, same mandap (a kind of temporary marriage area). He only has to expedite his matrimonial advert!" I suggested.

"Hmmm. Interesting. Dad hasn't yet finalised anyone. What about you?" Fulki asked.

"Mom, please choose a good name. Not the routine ones." Robin requested.

I was about to suggest a name and before I could answer, Avik spoke quietly from the corner of the room.