Short Stories

CH 6 - Hello Mister!!

I kiss him .

I don't have much practice but I try to imitate as much as possible from movies and grasp whatever I can from the books I read .

It was great actually . His lips were soft and everything .But the only thing was.... he was not kissing back .

I pull back and look at him . He was gobsmacked.

It was like I just slapped him across the face . He was red all over.

His expression was like of few of my students whenever I told them about the surprise  test. Or when I told them the MathsTeacher would be taking over today.

Did he not mean those things!!?
Was he just teasing me ?!Like I did him?
No no .. he was too brazen with his words.

I mean if I wouldn't have kissed him then eventually he would have ...right?

Gosh I'm such a fool . Of course he was playing me.Otherwise he wouldn't be hanging his mouth open lik....

I was stopped from my train of thoughts when he pulled me roughly  and crashed his mouth onto mine .

I gasp and he uses it as an opportunity to slide his tongue in making me moan .

He encircles his arm around my waist , making me wrap my hands around his neck . But I make sure to not touch his injury.

The kiss turns more deep. i don't know how long we were kissing but I was suddenly feeling out of air. I tried pushing him and accidentally touched his injured shoulder.

" Ahh!! " He yelps

" OMG ! I'm sorry , I'm so so sorry. " I apologise.
He was whimpering in pain so I couldn't hold myself and started unbuttoning  him .

I quickly check the bandage for any kind of bleeding or bone poking out . But thankfully neither of those things appeared.

I glance at him already seeing him looking at me.

He opens his mouth to say something but we hear someone clearing their throat  .

When we look at the source it was none other than the doctor and the nurse behind him looking away but covering her mouth, as if she was laughing.

I take a few steps back but notice Vishwa trying to button himself up . So I just go towards him to help him .

The doctor again clears his throat .
I retreat my hands and start admiring the medical chart of Rashes and Allergies with an old man in the picture which was hanging on the wall .

" Did not know now you guys were married .  Well still . It is a clinic, so please  maintain some discipline. " The doctors say

"We are not married" I say loudly.

The doctor , nurse and Vishwa snaps their head towards me.

" No..I mean...we..we  are . "
They both look at me skeptically but Vishwa glares at me to shut up .

" She is actually my fiance , doctor. We are yet to be married." Vishwa says

" Ohh , really " the doctor asks me.

I look at Vishwa where he pleades with his eyes to go along with it.

I just nod as yes because I can't trust myself to speak .

" Well anyways , its almost time to close the clinic . Do you want to call anyone to pick you up ? "

" I can't call my family , its only my mom , me and my little brother , and he can't drive  . And my friend is out of town." I tell them

" And I am new to the city  , i don't know anyone. We have to stay here for the night . Can we stay in the clinic itself" Vishwa says

"No it won't be safe with everything visible through glass doors."

The doctor thinks for sometime .

" Hmm there is one option. But man, you would have to be careful ."

" What do you mean " I ask him

" We have a Bamma( Grandma) here who rents her house to various people who sometimes come here to conduct research on its people and farms . Maybe if nobody occupied that house , you could stay here for tonight ."

" Perfect!" I exclaim

" Yeah but just say you are married , not just engaged but married " he say

" Why? " Vishwa asks

" She is an old lady of old thinking  but has good heart. She doesn't allow unmarried couples to stay that's it  . Just pretend for tonight . "

We both  think for sometime and look at each other . I nod

" Ok " Vishwa replies.

We depart from the clinic and head towards the Bamma house as guided by the doctor.

After walking for 10 min with his 'stones' in each hand we reach the destination .

I pant heavily keeping the bags on the ground

"What ? You are tired?"

I nod " Your bags are really heavy"

" Don't exaggerate. Its light enough to throw up in the air" He scoffs

" Maybe I should throw one at your face "

" I thought you were strong ,tsk."

" Oh shut up"

Suddenly the door opens . We see a lady around 90 yrs to come towards us.

" Haww pilla , mogudu ni atla antara! Em kalam pillalo emo . " She says ( Girl, is this how one speak to her husband ! Don't know today's generation kids )

" Bhartha ante maryada ivvala , ardam ayinda ?? " ( You should give respect to your husband , understand?) She says while hitting , more like tapping on my shoulder

I was shocked . Even my own Grandma wouldn't scold me like that .

And that Potti Hrithik Roshan was controlling his laugh .
I glare at him, which makes him give out a chuckle.

I just apologised to her .

" Don't Apologise to me, apologise to him" she says

I look back at her with a pout .

" I'm sorry Vishwa " I tell him. Look at the idiot,   enjoying the scene.

" Andi thoti pillavva nuvvu?" ( Don't you call him with honorifics ) she asks

I just close my eyes and take a deep breath.   But she is the only one to provide a roof over out head.

" Evandi ( to call one husband) , I'm sorry. " I say

" Parvale de "( its ok ) ( deh or de  used to address one wife or women but not in respectful way , but rather in an endearing way)

Enti? De na??? ( What? De??)

Is he serious??
I look at him and Yepp! He is walking towards me smiling all teeth .

I just want to punch him.

" You really want to punch me , don't you?" He whispers so that the lady wouldn't hear .

" More than anything"

He laughs out loud .

I just toss  a small bag on his face  and marches inside the house.