The idiot

Pyar ke side effects!

I am mad for her...but why I am not made for her?

CHAPTER 29

"I love you," I said to Preeti. "It would be heaven if we could be together."

"Ha ha ha..." She broke into laughter. To her I was being hysterical.

"I mean it, Preeti." I said. "I love you more than anything else in this world."

"Ha ha ha...." She laughed again.

She got serious after a while and didn't even move a little.

I looked at her sitting on the sofa from head to toe. Not only had she looked taller than before but bustier. Her eyes were bigger and her lips were thicker than before. Anyway, I felt this pressing desire in me to lunge at her to feel her body, to smell the perfume on her neck, and to run my hands along her legs.

"Are you looking at my legs?" she finally said without moving her lips.

"I am...indeed." I had no qualm in admitting it. I closed my eyes and placed a hand on her knee.

She immediately flung away my hand. "I am married for God sake, Hardik!" she almost shouted.

Suddenly I noticed a mangalsutra hanging over her cleavage. I was sure it was not there a minute ago.

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

"I was in the neighbourhood, thought about you, and just sort of popped in," she replied rubbing her neck very slowly.

For a long time nothing was said.

"Is your husband good in bed?" I asked.

"He's lousy in bed," she said, making a convincing pout. "How about your girlfriend?"

"She likes girls." We both laughed, for long time and then we went silent again. There wasn't much to say. She crossed her legs while I watched closely.

"I know what you are thinking about," she said with her voice more seductive than Sunny Leone.

"Aren't you thinking the same?" I said.

"No, but I know you are?"

"But it would be fun, wouldn't it?"

"It would, and it wouldn't."

It wouldn't take me long to gather the courage to charge towards her. She slapped my face with both hands as I ravished her neck, kissing higher and higher, reaching for her earlobe. I moved to her parted lips and brushed my lips on hers. She moaned but continued slapping my face.

I awoke to the voice of my mother. She was slapping my face slowly to wake me up. "Get up, son. Someone is there to see you!"

"Yeh kaisa muh bana raha hai?" She asked, frowning.

I woke up to the realization that it was my dream. "Weird dream," I thought.

"What has happened to you?" my mother asked. "You haven't stepped out of this room for a week."

"Nothing has happened. Please don't ask me the same question again and again." I said in a high-pitch.

"Why shouldn't I?" she asked, angrily. "If I will not ask then who will ask? the outsiders?"

I kept quiet for the best.

"A girl has come to see you."

"Who is she?"

"Oho, I forgot her name. What was her name? Haan, Roma. Badi sundar hai. Single hai kya?"

"Uh, you mean Ruma. And maa it is none of your business."