20-03-2019, 12:46 PM
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I smiled at him and his face lit up with anticipation. Though he still did not understand anything.
"Why are we here?" I asked him sweetly.
He was all at sea. His face looked like a student attending a difficult viva.
"For a honeymoon," I answered on his behalf.
He kept quiet but there was a faint sparkle in his eyes.
"What would a heavy dinner make you?" I continued the viva.
He scratched his head and said, acting dumb, "I have no clue. You tell!"
Continuing the stern teacher's role, I said, "The correct answer is 'lazy'. I must call your mother and tell her that your progress is unsatisfactory."
Continuing the drama, Imran got up and caught both my hands and looked deeply into my eyes and said in a pleading tone, "Please don't tell anything to my mother! I beg you!"
And then, without giving me a chance, he simply picked me up like a rag doll and kissed me. It was intense. Together, we crashed into the bed so soft and so inviting.
"It's evening! Not night." I protested weakly.
"Evening shows the night." He retorted with pride.
"Morning shows the day." I corrected him.
"Shut up." He said.
"Okay". I answered meekly.
The evening culminated in a night. Our honeymoon had begun.
That night, two things happened. First, we had an exquisite meal. I never imagined that a simple rice and dal could taste so well and so different. The omelettes were heavenly. Manirul mian was a master crafter, exceptionally skilled.
The second, I heard a story from Imran that night. I cannot forget it ever.
End of Pt. 5
"Why are we here?" I asked him sweetly.
He was all at sea. His face looked like a student attending a difficult viva.
"For a honeymoon," I answered on his behalf.
He kept quiet but there was a faint sparkle in his eyes.
"What would a heavy dinner make you?" I continued the viva.
He scratched his head and said, acting dumb, "I have no clue. You tell!"
Continuing the stern teacher's role, I said, "The correct answer is 'lazy'. I must call your mother and tell her that your progress is unsatisfactory."
Continuing the drama, Imran got up and caught both my hands and looked deeply into my eyes and said in a pleading tone, "Please don't tell anything to my mother! I beg you!"
And then, without giving me a chance, he simply picked me up like a rag doll and kissed me. It was intense. Together, we crashed into the bed so soft and so inviting.
"It's evening! Not night." I protested weakly.
"Evening shows the night." He retorted with pride.
"Morning shows the day." I corrected him.
"Shut up." He said.
"Okay". I answered meekly.
The evening culminated in a night. Our honeymoon had begun.
That night, two things happened. First, we had an exquisite meal. I never imagined that a simple rice and dal could taste so well and so different. The omelettes were heavenly. Manirul mian was a master crafter, exceptionally skilled.
The second, I heard a story from Imran that night. I cannot forget it ever.
End of Pt. 5
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