He pushed her onto the door as soon as they entered the apartment.
It was like he couldn't believe the fact things got super cozy. Thanks to his chachu.
Wait what was he thinking right now.
He kissed her deep. She was also way ahead of him. No ready to leave his side and wilder than usual. Which he as usual loved.
In between hoarse breathings and moans.. I still haven't gotten a proposal from someone you know so..she hinted him. Even the idea thrilled both of them. But deep down both were terrified ofcourse.
"What's there to ask Mrs.Malhotra!", "You are mine. You got anywhere else to be?"
"That's it. You arrogant son of a bitch. I decide to spend the rest of my life with you. And all you gotta ask is you got anywhere else to be''
"Plum.. Plum. You know what I meant.", "I'm just overwhelmed with details in a single day. Your idea for our future. Chachu's visit.. And his idea to get us together that too soon enough.. Just wasn't what I expected in the next 24 hours to-do list."
"BTW you look like some sexy librarian girl. I don't like you this way. He said to divert her", "You look old" He taunted her purposely.
She tried to assess her outlook. He was indeed right. With hair updo. Shirt dress and pencil skirt she looked older than she was supposed to be. But never in a million years would she acknowledge that to him. She knew her ways too.
"Don't divert the topic.. We were talking about tying knot.. Since when did this come up"
"BTW seriously did u just call me old..like.. Old..! Comon Oldman. U are the definition of Oldman today with your stupid attire to impress your " chachu" She stressed the word chachu even more.
"Comon.. Thats low blow.. Like really.." He winced in fake pain and anger.
"Well that sure was what taught in physics.. So.. No offence meant.." She smirked at him.
"Oh really! Oh really!" He came in..
Just like that.. When things got awkward or way overboard for the time being.. Their distraction was themselves.. No matter how drunk they can get with themselves.. They never got tired.
Just like that.. A serious discussion of life..turned into a role-play with them starting to strip of their hateful clothes off each other.
"I hate this idiotic hair do.." He growled at her.
"Well I m not a fan of this stupid shirt either.." She ripped it open and threw it on the floor.
He grabbed her..both were gnawing at each other pretty gruesome.. When he found salty water trickling on his mouth.. He lifted her face..
She was tearing up..
Her eyes were red..
"Oh my god..plum.. What happened.. Did I hurt you!"
He was scared to death. To see her crumble or rather break down for what.
That's when she started sobbing loudly..
"I can't Manik..I really can't.. Handle.."
He couldn't make out what she was implying by that..
"I can't handle pain.. If something happens to this..she gestured his body..you.. I dunno if I can live without you.. I.mean tying the knot means forever of you..and forever of the inner fear.." I dinno if I can handle that.." She nestled in his arms..
He was so happy that she was worried for some distant dystopic future which is likely to happen or not happen.
"Comon Plum. You can't let fear make you lose something precious you got here" He gestured to himself.
"I know.. But the mere thought is making me stressed"
"I know..plum.. And guess what so will I be.. And you know what we will do.. We will be there.. Like always.. And slap each other and tell them it's okay to be scared."
She smiled at his ever so cheesy line..
And what would he do next only he can predict shit..
He picked his cufflink from the floor and kneeled on his half-naked ass.. And asked..
"So what's say Mrs.Malhotra!" He extended the cufflink.
"of course.. Mr.Murthy.. Anytime anywhere for you.." She kissed him deep and took the cufflink and well as anybody's guess would there was indeed a celebratory sexing it up!
Well who am I to judge..
"Lucky ones!"
