VIRGIN PLAYBOY

#5~ Saturday (evening)

May be Alastaire took her out for coffee but he doesn’t know the streets. Aliya grasps his hand helped him cross the road while the traffic signal was red. They’ve walked over seven crossings at central Kolkata. Finally he realized that they’re heading toward Café Coffee Day beside underground metro railway gate. She told him to sit down on one of those empty seats at the corner of the pavement.

“Aliya is this CCD?” Alastaire intrigued.

“Just as you’re guessing in mind it is not. Its Calcutta Coffee Corners.” she smiled at him.

“Burgers available want some?” she asked.

“Yeah!!” he nodded. She ordered in pairs for both of them.

“See!! Everything is available just like the grubs of CCD or Barista. I bet these are even tastier than those. In fact you don’t need to pay for the air conditioner, servicing and many you know. This is Kolkata enjoy.” she has switched herself into those one of common lineament of women that is talkative.

She was talking a lot according to him as he just managed to nod at constant intervals but keeping his mouth busy with snacks. Probably it’s about city Kolkata and how things should work and how CID is doing jobs here etc. She noticed he is getting sweat on his forehead in this cool weather.

“You okay Mr.?” she asked pausing from her topic that how India is developing technologically as India now possess its own GPS satellites which has brought drastic changes in communication.

“Yeah!! It happens climate change.” he replied gesturing nothing to worry.

On the second order of the coffee he decides to open the case files that Mr. Donpaul suggested to go through when he has got time. Realizing Aliya beside he finds its appropriate time to go through the cases but weather had some other plans in store for them. Like Veyron a quick pick up of drizzle to heavy rain with thunders made them really uncomfortable to stay there any longer. Aliya clears the bill with which she was such stubborn that he felt embarrassed but he managed to leave a dollar as tip which could be blown away with the wind to a street beggar as soon as they leave. Noticing Aliya not going back to direction from where they’ve come he asked “where we are going?”

“My apartment it’s nearer than Office. Now could you please walk fast? My suit is already wet” she questioned disgusted with the storm.

“Yeah!! I guess so, been medallist until high school in athlete.” he informed.

After five minutes or so they’ve reached at their destination full wet from head to toe and waiting for the lift. He realized she looks even gorgeous without make up and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from noticing her curves. Lift arrives and only they gets into lift then she presses 11th floor button.

“You men are all same” she said.

“Thank god!! Kolkata’s thinking is same as natural.” he laughed at himself accompanied by Aliya’s question.

“You’re Married?” she asked. Lift is now on the 7th floor.

“Yeah!! Twice.” he replied the.

“Terrific.” she smiled mocking his marital matters.

“And divorced twice as well.” he stated but failed to grab her attention as she walked straight to her apartment. Both of them enters.

Putting the shoes and sandals off at the shelf beside the main door Alastaire stares at her stupidly.

“Wait here I am bringing a towel for you.” she said and vanished in the dark passages.