Non-erotic The Scarface I Hated by Trambak

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The evening progressed beautifully. Suresh, Sumitra and Kiana were all happy and effusive. Mr Desai turned out to be a fabulous singer. Even Shubhradi was looking radiant. She and Kiana often snatched a bit of gossip amongst each other. Imran was all over the place entertaining Mr Desai and often looking sheepishly at me, trying to make

up but I was in no mood to let him off the hook so easily. And then there was this fabulous dinner. Most of my favourite food was there although I had no clue about the source of the information.

Fortunately, Kiana, this time spared us the embarrassment by not mentioning the 'lack of food' in her native place (that's where she belonged to, now!).

Everyone departed in a good mood. Mr Desai sang a farewell song and that induced some more chatting. It was an evening that was enormously fulfilling. Shubhradi squeezed my hands gently and gave a reassuring smile. I felt blessed.

Sumitra was happy but I noticed some disinclination in Suresh to leave. I needed to sort that out. I also had to sort out Imran who made my entire day such a wreck. Mother or no mother.

As I entered the bedroom I found him waiting. I had rehearsed my lines that would have made him regret his foolishness. But that brute did not give me a chance and hugged me with such force that I was totally breathless. I struggled but he tightened the grip further and kept at it. Finally, I gave up.

Brute!!

Chapter-17

Early in the morning, Kiana proposed the honeymoon. Imran was sheepish. I was confused and Sumitra was overjoyed.

Kiana looked pointedly at Sumitra and said, "You need not be so happy Sumi. I am talking about these two." Instantly, Sumitra's face assumed the colour of a beetroot.

Kiana looked at me and said in a matter of fact tone, "If you depend on this ass then forget about it. It will never happen. He will talk about expenses and workshop. Of course, you are also not much behind in making up excuses. So, I have arranged something in a nice place, not too far off. Three days and come back because I will have to leave. And please make sure that my son does not pinch pennies on expenses! It's quite possible."

I looked at Imran and said to Kiana, "Maa, I don't know about pennies but your son is so good at playing tricks. He may be thinking that this is another one of them."

Imran looked cross.

Kiana whispered into my ears with her covert suggestion, "Don't talk to him for today. Will serve him right."

I whispered back with picture-perfect annoyance, "I am not talking to him for a year."

Kiana was back into my ears, pleading, "No darling, only for today. Tomorrow you are off on your honeymoon. Please be nice to him there. Your husband's poor mother is requesting." And she made a poker face. I had to laugh aloud.

Kiana was such a joker albeit a brainy one.

"Where are you forcing me to go?" Imran asked morosely, irritated at the treatment he was being bestowed upon.

Kiana replied at once, "Netarhat".

Imran gave a start and looked up. Kiana patted his hand and nodded her head.

So, it was settled. For background information, Kiana had already got my leave sanctioned by Shubhradi yesterday. Only Imran needed to tie loose ends at his workshop. Suresh was driving us there and a lodge had been booked. At Netarhat, District-Palamu, State-Bihar.