Foresight

Chapter XXXVIII

"Wow, you look amazingly hot in that poncho top" Rajesh comments, with a thumb's up and a wink. Pallavi had dragged away Rajesh from his office for an evening shopping trip when Rajesh lost his bet. Betting over small and trivial stuff had become their trademark for a relationship. As if that were not enough, Pallavi was really good hustler when it came to giving her opponents the odds on the bet. Very often she would make Neeraj her prey. He was dumb enough too, every time to fall for her skills to dupe him out of his money in his wallet.

"So you are grateful that you lost the bet right" Pallavi comments, as she swishes around, showing off her maroon poncho top, embroided with native American arts and white fringes.

"I am more grateful for this" Rajesh mutters under his breath cunningly with a smirk and pushes Pallavi into the trial room.

"Rajesh noo" Pallavi wails faintly, in vain. Rajesh is successful in pushing her into the room and kicking the door with his foot. He turns around momentarily, only to lock the door and pins Pallavi against the mirror, clutching her hands over her head.

"Ahhh" Pallavi utter s faint seductive moan, loud enough to send chills down Rajesh's spine.

"Lucky for me, no one was around when I made the move" Rajesh utters, eerily close to her face. Pallavi can feel his hot breath against her face, resulting in her heart beat rising, deeper breaths.

"So what are you going to do with me in here?" Pallavi asks in a seductive tone.

"This" is all Rajesh replies, before digging his face down her nape of the neck, planting light kisses.

"Ahhh Rajesh, go easy.." Pallavi moans, closing her eyes shut in the ecstasy.

"You smell so amazing Pallavi" Rajesh moans in between his kisses. Rajesh puts his hand deftly behind her waist, pulling her closer.

"Excuse me. Could you please hurry up?" come's a feeble voice from the other side, with a knock following the request. With the moment ruined, Rajesh grunts in anger a little bit, while Pallavi breaks into an uncontrollable laughter.

"Just a minute" Rajesh answers, tidying up his shirt, which has dishelved a bit. Pallavi also tidies up in the moment and they both decide to face the embarrassing situation, together and in a stride. They open the door and make their way out of the trial room, without making eye contact with the spectacled girl standing outside, who shakes her head in embarrassment herself. As Rajesh and Pallavi make their way out of the store, buying that poncho, they both break into peals of laughter, so hard that Rajesh falls down on the floor out of balance. This triggers another bout of heavy laughter for Pallavi, who is now clutching her stomach.

"Oh....my...god...Pallavi. That was way too close call" Rajesh comments as he gets up.

"Yeah. Let's not do that again" Pallavi adds on, now in control of her laughter.

"So let's head to food court" orders, taking huge strides, not noticing that Pallavi has not moved a step and is donning a poker face.

"Mr. Rajesh Khuranna" she calls, clicking his fingers, resulting in Rajesh turning around meekly, slouching like slave to a master.

"Obviously we have left something from the list 'gulp'. We will get to that first ma'am" Rajesh adds, looking at her with the meekest way possible.

"That's more like it" Pallavi replies, with a smile making its way to her face, destroying her deceiving poker face.

"Come on Pallavi. You really had me going there" Rajesh replies, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Quick march to the shoe store" Pallavi orders. In reply to that Rajesh comes to full military attention, extending his hand as if he were taking a pledge and replies "Heil Pallavi" , Nazi style.