19-12-2018, 02:47 PM
Part - 71
"You sure you don't want to dance anymore... ?" I asked her, to which she replied immediately "Yes, I am sure..." even as she began to lead me to the place she'd indicated. There were a few people sitting around in the grass, some couples, and some in larger groups, all at a discrete distance from each other. Garba was the only opportunity many youngsters got to hang around together till late in the night, and many of them were making the most of it, preferring to sit close to each other, rather than dance with the group.
As we found a spot some distance away from the others, I plopped down on the soft grass, which was slightly damp with dew, and let out a loud sigh. As Mini also sat down by my side, tucking her ghaagra under her butt, and drawing up her knees to spread her ghaagra around evenly, she said "I'm so glad you invited me to join you, bhaiyya..." smiling warmly at me again. "Me too, sweetheart..." I said with a wink, as I sat back with my legs outstretched in the front, and my palms resting on the grass behind my back.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the proceedings, and simply soaking in the atmosphere. Turning to look at me, Mini said "You know, bhaiyya ... Amisha has a huge crush on Krutika's brother..." smiling mischievously as she let me on to what she thought was a big secret. "Yeah ... I can see that..." I replied with a laugh, despite feeling a wee bit jealous.
"And whom do you have a crush on... ?" I asked her in the same vein, laughing as I looked at her teasingly. Without any hesitation, she replied simply "You..." looking at me with those large round eyes. I was taken aback by the directness of her reply, and took a moment to recover. "Oh..." was all that I was able to muster, as I continued to marvel at the simplicity and directness of her.
The first time I'd met her at Amisha's birthday, I'd concluded that she was a flirt, who loved to have the attention of boys. But today I was beginning to see a new side to her. Not only did she have any qualms in admitting her feelings, quite unlike most girls her age, but she also had an incredibly straightforward way of going after what she wanted. As I struggled to say something, she asked "Do you like me, bhaiyya... ?" again looking at me intently with that enigmatic smile on her thin lips.
"Of course, I do, sweetheart..." I replied, quickly gathering my wits, before adding "Don't you remember what I said to you at Amisha's party that day... ?" looking at her intently in turn. Nodding her head quietly, she replied "I never forgot it, bhaiyya ... you said that you thought I was the sexiest girl in the entire group..." her voice even and without hesitation. Once again, I marveled at how unabashed she was in saying what she just did; though I had to admit that I'd forgotten I ever said that to her.
"I'm glad you remember..." I said simply, smiling at her with genuine warmth. I half expected her to slide closer to me, and cling to me, but she did nothing of that sort. She just smiled, and turned to look away, watching the groups dance in the lawn. This dusky South Indian girl was turning out to be something different from the other teenage girls I'd met. Either the girls were very emotional, reacting predictably to my smooth talk, or they had been openly flirtatious, their responses being once again predictable.
But Mini was neither of the two. In some ways, she was a bit of both; expressive of her feelings, and in the same breath, flirtatious in an intriguing sort of way. Realizing she was not going to make the first move, I glanced around quickly before sliding up closer to her. Sliding my hand under the ghunghat that covered her back, I placed the palm of my hand on bare back, and said "I like you, Mini ... I like you very much..." my tone sure, and my expression without pretense.
"Thank you, bhaiyya..." she said softly, lowering her head to rest her cheek on her knees, and smiling at me sideways, still continuing to hold her arms wrapped around her knees. "I like you a lot too, bhaiyya..." she added after a pause, batting her eyelashes at me. At that moment, the sight of this dusky dark-skinned girl, looking gorgeous in that attire, coupled with the manner in which she'd said the last few words, made me want her badly.
As my fingers caressed her bare back, feeling the bones of her spine, I saw her clutch her arms around her knees harder, and a tiny shudder go through her body. Despite not expressing it openly, I knew that my touch was doing something to her. She seemed to be waiting expectantly for me to say thing, as she was looking at me unwaveringly, the half smile steady on her slender dark lips.
"Want to go for a walk... ?" I asked her, looking her in the eye. "Yes ... sure..." she replied immediately in a soft voice, before getting up quickly. As I too got up, she slid her hand around my elbow, and clutched my upper arm, brushing her body against me, unmindful of the people sitting around. With her holding my arm thus, we walked out of the lawn slowly, and headed towards the canopied pathway that led to the outer gardens of the Club.
The club had a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a pond and a fountain the center. The garden was lined on all four sides with thick shrubs that rose up to shoulder height, and therefore afforded some degree of privacy to whoever chose to sit in the garden. There were wooden benches laid out along the four sides of the garden, spaced out at distances of roughly 20 feet.
Lighting in the garden was by way of well concealed dim lamp shades that were placed artistically in between the shrubs; and a small cluster of lights illuminating the fountain the center. As we entered the garden, I saw that a few like minded couples had already occupied some of the benches. While some couples just held hands, others were adventurous enough to be kissing each other, the dim lights and the well spaced out placement of the benches, affording them reasonable privacy.
While one could make out that people were sitting on the benches, unless one walked up really close, it was impossible to make out who the persons were. In all, it was like a mini lover's nest, the landscaping, the sound of water falling in the fountain, and the dim lighting lending a distinctly romantic air to the place. In the dark, I grinned inwardly, wondering what the hell I was doing here with a 17-year old teenager whom I'd met barely a week back.
We found a bench, which was some distance away from the nearest couple, and sat down. Dbanging my arm over the wooden backrest, I leaned back and let out long sigh. We just sat there silently on the bench in the dimly lit garden, watching the multi-colored lights illuminate the fountain, and the cool night breeze blowing away the perspiration. There were few people with whom I could enjoy silence, and this dusky, sensual teenaged collegegirl sitting next to me seemed like the perfect companion.
While most teeanged girls grew uncomfortable with silence, she seemed to sense my mood, and sat there quietely by my side, happy to just be in my company. As we sat there, I saw her pull up her legs on to the bench, and cover her feet with the elaborate flowing ghaagra, her anklets making soft jingling sounds. She drew the ghunghat around her shoulders, covering her arms, and blew out through her lips. "Feeling cold... ?" I asked her, turning to look at her in the dark. I saw her smile in the dark as she replied "Umm, yes ... a bit..."
She was seated on my right, and as I placed my arm which was dbangd over the backrest of the bench on her slender shoulders, she quietly slid closer to me, and rested her head against my shoulder. For some reason, I was not feeling sexually aroused at all. Perhaps it was to do with the serene atmosphere of the night, the music blaring from the loudspeakers sounding distant; and perhaps also on account of Mini's open, yet clean demeanour. We just sat there, with my arm resting on her shoulder, and her head resting against mine.
In a while, I felt Mini raise her right hand and place it on my chest, her left arm still tucked between her legs in her lap. Without lifting her gaze, she asked me "Bhaiyya ... can I ask you something... ?" her voice very soft. "Sure, Mini..." I replied, without thinking. She was silent for a moment, before continuing "You like Amisha very much... ?" the statement sounding like a question. I tensed, hearing this question, and cursed myself for being caught in these kinds of situations. "Umm, yeah ... I've known them for a while now..." I answered evasively.
She was silent for some more time before asking "But do you love her, bhaiyya... ?" stunning me with her directness yet again. I knew I was walking on a minefield here, but managed to keep my voice steady nonetheless. "Well ... that depends on what you mean as 'love'..." I began, my mind working furiously to think of a suitable answer. "If you mean, do I love her as a person ... then the answer is yes ... just as I love all my close friends ... but if you mean, do I love her in a special sort of way ... then the answer is no..." I finished, hoping I was making sense to this young girl.
She seemed to mull over what I had said, her head still resting on my shoulder. Since she was silent, I asked "Why do you ask, Mini... ?" trying to sound cool about the whole thing. She seemed to be debating on whether to tell me or not, before making up her mind. Pulling her head away from my shoulder, she straightened and looked directly at me.
"She has been telling Krutika that Jignesh bhaiyya is in love with her ... head over heels in love with her..." Mini said in a slighty unsure voice, looking intently at my face to guage my reaction " ... and Krutika told me..." she finished. Though I was stumped, I managed to keep my surprise under check. Smiling slowly, I shook my head in exasperation, before chuckling softly. As I mulled over what Mini had just told me, I realized that Amisha was no Jigna.
She was a smart cookie, who knows how to get her way with guys, and I was no exception. And that also explained why the incredibly pretty Krutika had been rather restrained with me, when we'd met earlier in the day. "Well, if that's what she's been telling everyone ... I can't help it ... can I... ?" I said with a forced laugh. Though I knew Amisha was no angel, this had still taken me by surprise. But then, I had no one else to blame, but me.
After all, on the night of her birthday party, when I'd take her for a ride on my bike, she'd asked me kiss her, and even told me to tell Krutika, if she asked me, that I had indeed kissed her. So the girl was probably just trying to show off to her friends how dear I was to her. "Yes ... that's true..." I heard Mini reply, as she too smiled slowly.
Turning to look at her I said "Look, Mini ... I really don't care what she's been telling others ... if that makes her happy ... then so be it ... it doesn't change anything for me..." trying my best to sound unconcerned about the whole thing. She was silent for a minute, chewing on what I'd just said, before nodding her head in assent.
"You sure you don't want to dance anymore... ?" I asked her, to which she replied immediately "Yes, I am sure..." even as she began to lead me to the place she'd indicated. There were a few people sitting around in the grass, some couples, and some in larger groups, all at a discrete distance from each other. Garba was the only opportunity many youngsters got to hang around together till late in the night, and many of them were making the most of it, preferring to sit close to each other, rather than dance with the group.
As we found a spot some distance away from the others, I plopped down on the soft grass, which was slightly damp with dew, and let out a loud sigh. As Mini also sat down by my side, tucking her ghaagra under her butt, and drawing up her knees to spread her ghaagra around evenly, she said "I'm so glad you invited me to join you, bhaiyya..." smiling warmly at me again. "Me too, sweetheart..." I said with a wink, as I sat back with my legs outstretched in the front, and my palms resting on the grass behind my back.
We sat there silently for a while, watching the proceedings, and simply soaking in the atmosphere. Turning to look at me, Mini said "You know, bhaiyya ... Amisha has a huge crush on Krutika's brother..." smiling mischievously as she let me on to what she thought was a big secret. "Yeah ... I can see that..." I replied with a laugh, despite feeling a wee bit jealous.
"And whom do you have a crush on... ?" I asked her in the same vein, laughing as I looked at her teasingly. Without any hesitation, she replied simply "You..." looking at me with those large round eyes. I was taken aback by the directness of her reply, and took a moment to recover. "Oh..." was all that I was able to muster, as I continued to marvel at the simplicity and directness of her.
The first time I'd met her at Amisha's birthday, I'd concluded that she was a flirt, who loved to have the attention of boys. But today I was beginning to see a new side to her. Not only did she have any qualms in admitting her feelings, quite unlike most girls her age, but she also had an incredibly straightforward way of going after what she wanted. As I struggled to say something, she asked "Do you like me, bhaiyya... ?" again looking at me intently with that enigmatic smile on her thin lips.
"Of course, I do, sweetheart..." I replied, quickly gathering my wits, before adding "Don't you remember what I said to you at Amisha's party that day... ?" looking at her intently in turn. Nodding her head quietly, she replied "I never forgot it, bhaiyya ... you said that you thought I was the sexiest girl in the entire group..." her voice even and without hesitation. Once again, I marveled at how unabashed she was in saying what she just did; though I had to admit that I'd forgotten I ever said that to her.
"I'm glad you remember..." I said simply, smiling at her with genuine warmth. I half expected her to slide closer to me, and cling to me, but she did nothing of that sort. She just smiled, and turned to look away, watching the groups dance in the lawn. This dusky South Indian girl was turning out to be something different from the other teenage girls I'd met. Either the girls were very emotional, reacting predictably to my smooth talk, or they had been openly flirtatious, their responses being once again predictable.
But Mini was neither of the two. In some ways, she was a bit of both; expressive of her feelings, and in the same breath, flirtatious in an intriguing sort of way. Realizing she was not going to make the first move, I glanced around quickly before sliding up closer to her. Sliding my hand under the ghunghat that covered her back, I placed the palm of my hand on bare back, and said "I like you, Mini ... I like you very much..." my tone sure, and my expression without pretense.
"Thank you, bhaiyya..." she said softly, lowering her head to rest her cheek on her knees, and smiling at me sideways, still continuing to hold her arms wrapped around her knees. "I like you a lot too, bhaiyya..." she added after a pause, batting her eyelashes at me. At that moment, the sight of this dusky dark-skinned girl, looking gorgeous in that attire, coupled with the manner in which she'd said the last few words, made me want her badly.
As my fingers caressed her bare back, feeling the bones of her spine, I saw her clutch her arms around her knees harder, and a tiny shudder go through her body. Despite not expressing it openly, I knew that my touch was doing something to her. She seemed to be waiting expectantly for me to say thing, as she was looking at me unwaveringly, the half smile steady on her slender dark lips.
"Want to go for a walk... ?" I asked her, looking her in the eye. "Yes ... sure..." she replied immediately in a soft voice, before getting up quickly. As I too got up, she slid her hand around my elbow, and clutched my upper arm, brushing her body against me, unmindful of the people sitting around. With her holding my arm thus, we walked out of the lawn slowly, and headed towards the canopied pathway that led to the outer gardens of the Club.
The club had a beautifully landscaped garden, complete with a pond and a fountain the center. The garden was lined on all four sides with thick shrubs that rose up to shoulder height, and therefore afforded some degree of privacy to whoever chose to sit in the garden. There were wooden benches laid out along the four sides of the garden, spaced out at distances of roughly 20 feet.
Lighting in the garden was by way of well concealed dim lamp shades that were placed artistically in between the shrubs; and a small cluster of lights illuminating the fountain the center. As we entered the garden, I saw that a few like minded couples had already occupied some of the benches. While some couples just held hands, others were adventurous enough to be kissing each other, the dim lights and the well spaced out placement of the benches, affording them reasonable privacy.
While one could make out that people were sitting on the benches, unless one walked up really close, it was impossible to make out who the persons were. In all, it was like a mini lover's nest, the landscaping, the sound of water falling in the fountain, and the dim lighting lending a distinctly romantic air to the place. In the dark, I grinned inwardly, wondering what the hell I was doing here with a 17-year old teenager whom I'd met barely a week back.
We found a bench, which was some distance away from the nearest couple, and sat down. Dbanging my arm over the wooden backrest, I leaned back and let out long sigh. We just sat there silently on the bench in the dimly lit garden, watching the multi-colored lights illuminate the fountain, and the cool night breeze blowing away the perspiration. There were few people with whom I could enjoy silence, and this dusky, sensual teenaged collegegirl sitting next to me seemed like the perfect companion.
While most teeanged girls grew uncomfortable with silence, she seemed to sense my mood, and sat there quietely by my side, happy to just be in my company. As we sat there, I saw her pull up her legs on to the bench, and cover her feet with the elaborate flowing ghaagra, her anklets making soft jingling sounds. She drew the ghunghat around her shoulders, covering her arms, and blew out through her lips. "Feeling cold... ?" I asked her, turning to look at her in the dark. I saw her smile in the dark as she replied "Umm, yes ... a bit..."
She was seated on my right, and as I placed my arm which was dbangd over the backrest of the bench on her slender shoulders, she quietly slid closer to me, and rested her head against my shoulder. For some reason, I was not feeling sexually aroused at all. Perhaps it was to do with the serene atmosphere of the night, the music blaring from the loudspeakers sounding distant; and perhaps also on account of Mini's open, yet clean demeanour. We just sat there, with my arm resting on her shoulder, and her head resting against mine.
In a while, I felt Mini raise her right hand and place it on my chest, her left arm still tucked between her legs in her lap. Without lifting her gaze, she asked me "Bhaiyya ... can I ask you something... ?" her voice very soft. "Sure, Mini..." I replied, without thinking. She was silent for a moment, before continuing "You like Amisha very much... ?" the statement sounding like a question. I tensed, hearing this question, and cursed myself for being caught in these kinds of situations. "Umm, yeah ... I've known them for a while now..." I answered evasively.
She was silent for some more time before asking "But do you love her, bhaiyya... ?" stunning me with her directness yet again. I knew I was walking on a minefield here, but managed to keep my voice steady nonetheless. "Well ... that depends on what you mean as 'love'..." I began, my mind working furiously to think of a suitable answer. "If you mean, do I love her as a person ... then the answer is yes ... just as I love all my close friends ... but if you mean, do I love her in a special sort of way ... then the answer is no..." I finished, hoping I was making sense to this young girl.
She seemed to mull over what I had said, her head still resting on my shoulder. Since she was silent, I asked "Why do you ask, Mini... ?" trying to sound cool about the whole thing. She seemed to be debating on whether to tell me or not, before making up her mind. Pulling her head away from my shoulder, she straightened and looked directly at me.
"She has been telling Krutika that Jignesh bhaiyya is in love with her ... head over heels in love with her..." Mini said in a slighty unsure voice, looking intently at my face to guage my reaction " ... and Krutika told me..." she finished. Though I was stumped, I managed to keep my surprise under check. Smiling slowly, I shook my head in exasperation, before chuckling softly. As I mulled over what Mini had just told me, I realized that Amisha was no Jigna.
She was a smart cookie, who knows how to get her way with guys, and I was no exception. And that also explained why the incredibly pretty Krutika had been rather restrained with me, when we'd met earlier in the day. "Well, if that's what she's been telling everyone ... I can't help it ... can I... ?" I said with a forced laugh. Though I knew Amisha was no angel, this had still taken me by surprise. But then, I had no one else to blame, but me.
After all, on the night of her birthday party, when I'd take her for a ride on my bike, she'd asked me kiss her, and even told me to tell Krutika, if she asked me, that I had indeed kissed her. So the girl was probably just trying to show off to her friends how dear I was to her. "Yes ... that's true..." I heard Mini reply, as she too smiled slowly.
Turning to look at her I said "Look, Mini ... I really don't care what she's been telling others ... if that makes her happy ... then so be it ... it doesn't change anything for me..." trying my best to sound unconcerned about the whole thing. She was silent for a minute, chewing on what I'd just said, before nodding her head in assent.
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