Meant To Be

Chapter 2 Meeting Her

The next morning, Sam woke up, still brooding over the thought that she had last night. "Am I really in love with Boby? Or is it just infatuation? I've heard many people say about infatuation. And yes, I'm a teenager. I can have infatuation." With that she shook her head and brushed off her thought about him.

She opened the door of her bedroom and stepped out. As soon as she stepped out she could smell the sweet, delicious kheer that her mother used to make. "But why make kheer in the morning?" She was curious. She made a beeline for the kitchen and found her mother, preparing the kheer and humming a song, which she was familiar with. "Good morning, Ma. Why kheer ? Is something special today?" She asked, wriggling her eyes and with an evil smile on her face. "In which country are you living in?" Her mother asked in an angry tone "it's already 12:30 pm. I think it's afternoon and we wish 'Good Afternoon' right?" she asked sarcastically. Sam had a sheepish grin on her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't notice. Good afternoon, anyways." Her mother shook her head. "And as for the kheer, I'm preparing it for Boby and his wife. I thought you would wake up early as usual and I'd ask you to go and give this to them. But I guess, you were having a really nice dream." she gave a look to Sam from the corner of her eye.

She looked at her mom wide eyed. "Well, I can still go and give it to them. I'll be back in 5 minutes. I hope you have that much patience!" she said with a broad smile on her face. Sam didn't want to miss that golden opportunity of meeting him. She ran to her bathroom, brushed her teeth, took a short bath and put on her favourite red top and denim jeans. "You aren't going for a party. He lives in the next block." said her mom, as she checked her from top to bottom. Sam ignored her mom, took the bowl of kheer with her and within seconds, she disappeared from the front yard.

She knocked at the door and stood waiting. After what felt like an hour, the door finally opened. A short, plump lady, with fair features opened the door. One wouldn't say that she was beautiful, but looked good and tried to maintain herself. "Yes?" she asked in a polite tone. Sam opened her mouth to say something. But before she could utter a word, her eyes fell on Boby, who had just taken a bath and had a towel tied around his waist. He had broad shoulders and big muscles and he looked much more hotter in his towel. He was drying his hair with a towel. Sam could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. Her mouth agape. "Why am I having such dirty thoughts?" "Hello?" asked the lady, waving her hand in front of Sam's face, as if trying to snap her out of her thoughts. Sam blinked her eyes a bit and said, "Um.. I'm sorry. Actually I just got lost in my thoughts for a second." she said waving her hand and if to dismiss it. She realised that she wasn't breathing until she was snapped out of her thoughts.

"I.. assume you're the Mrs. of Mr, Boby." "Oh yes that's correct. Myself, Shammi." the lady introduced herself by extending her hand to Sam. Sam shook her hand and said - "I'm Sam. Your new neighbour." Both of them laughed at this joke. "By the way, you look beautiful!" said Sam, with a grin on her face, to flatter Shammi. "Thank you, dear, but not more beautiful than you!" said Shammi with a slight smile. Sam's face turned red. "Oh! Thank you. It's a big compliment!"

Just then Boby came and stood beside Shammi, still with a towel tied around his waist. "Hey again!" he said. Sam tried not to look at his bare body and looked down. "Hello!" she said with a sheepish smile. Just then she saw the bowl which she was holding in her hands and remembered her pupose for the visit to their house. "I...I...I've come to give y'all kheer. My mom had specially mad it for y'all." she said as he extented her hand and gave the bowl to Shammi with her head down. Shammi noticed that Sam wasn't comfortable with Boby standing in front of her, with just a towel tied around his waist. She was obviously used to it. She motioned for Boby to put on some clothes. Boby understood and went inside, leaving both of them alone at the door. "He's gone." she said with a slight knowing smile. Sam desparately wanted to look up and admire his muscular body. But her mind prevented her from breaking the rules of that a girl shoud follow. "It's really sweet of you and your family. Thank you!" Shammi said. "Hell, don't mention it. It's our pleasure!" said Sam, smiling brightly. Shammi smiled and motioned for her to come inside, but she polietly declined the offer as it was taught in her school. "Well, I guess I'll take my leave. Bye Shammi di." she said as she turned around and gave a slight wave. Shammi gave a slight nod and waved at her, beaming. "Come again soon!" she said. "Of course!" Sam shouted.

As she was walking slowly towards her house, she started to recall the incident that had just taken place. She had goosebumps while imagining Boby in his towel. "It happens to every other girl. Even Nish would've felt that." she thought smiling to herself. It was still an infatuation for her.

For how long? Is she correct?

To be continued..