~~~~~~~~~~Vikram~~~~~~~~~~
I decided to pick Harini from Attibele today. I messaged her already that I will pick her from there and hence asked her to board the bus little late. It is at a very long distance and it would take time for me to reach.
As Harini is living in her Uncle's house, and she has lied that she is going to college today, she already started early to avoid any suspicions.
After an hour travel I reached Attibele and saw Harini waiting in the bus stop. She was wearing a peach colored kurti with pastel blue leggings and covered herself with hoodie.
Seeing me she waved hi gleaming with happiness. I too reciprocated her. Before getting on to the bike, she opened the zipper of her bag and took out a chocolate. It was Milkybar choo.
I looked at her with a surprising expression. Understanding my reaction she replied to my unasked question.
" I don't like dairy milk. I like white chocolates more just like how you like white Juice"
ayyo namba mind angaye pogudhey.( why is mind thinking dirty?)
"karthalaye arambikadhi" ( don't start from the morning) I replied her blushingly and gestured her to hop on to the bike.
"what?isn't it not boring for all to always have that dairy milk? don't they have any other good chocolates to eat?"she stated.
"each one has different taste."
"agree. its just that I don't like dairy milk. Bu other dark chocolates I like it, but have not tasted much. only one or two like bournville and ferrero is what I have tasted"
Coming to Bangalore, we stopped at a place to have our breakfast. Harini already had her breakfast in her house , so it was just me. While she had a coffee.
We hopped on to the bike and I drove slowly enjoying the morning breeze. The roads were starting to get traffic as the time passed by. We stopped at a mall. It was opened for the day like half an hour before or so I guess.
The escalators were not working , so we took stairs and went to the 2nd floor. I have booked a movie for us already.
Harini went inside the restroom while I stood out strolling nearby looking at the menus to see what I can order in interval time.
Five minutes later, as I casually turned, I spotted her coming out of the restroom. Harini had taken off her hoodie and was now just in her Kurti.
Today, she wore one that fits perfectly, much more form-fitting than the slight loose chudidhar she usually opts for, highlighting her curves and figure beautifully.
Harini does not need any makeup at all to highlight her look. She is very fair in complexion with not so big or small but a medium shaped eyes and nose. Her rosy small pink lips are like born baby's lips. Very silky. I guess she applies moisturizer every time.
She is a tall figure, around 5.6 or 5.7 I guess. This parallel cut and fitting kurti makes her look even more ravishing.
The point that she is not wearing her duppatta, makes my eyes always wander below her neck area. I have never crossed my eyes below her chin.
But today, she was simply stunning. This dress has little low neck line.
She lifted her slim hands behind her head, adjusting the hair clip while walking towards me. A few strands of hair she has let loose on the front which fell on her face covering her beautiful kajal coated eyes.
I believe her hair has grown long. I remember a few months back, maybe in the freshers party, her hair was short , above her waist.
Now her hair has grown really long below her waist and very volumnous as well.
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