The Lost Letter

Chapter 3

"I am fine Naina", said Nihal without losing eye contact. A call from Naina's mother broke the awkward silence. Naina excused herself and turned aside speaking to her mom. Meanwhile, Nihal called for a porter and finalised the deal for 500 rupees to drop the luggage till his car. Sensing the danger of she deciding to carry the luggage herself, Nihal faked the amount by saying 50 rupees.

            Naina was speaking to her mother all the time till they reached Nihal's residence. The one-hour drive from Howrah station to Nihal's residence was the most informative one in the recent times. By overhearing the telephonic conversation, Nihal learnt about history, chemistry, physics, zoology, botany, anatomy, economics, cleaning pup's ass, shitting on Asian style toilet, their neighbour's son's daughter's new dress et cetera et cetera and list goes on. All the way he wondered, the maximum time he ever spoke to his mom was for 15 min.

Nihal thought, "If I ever become president of India, I would implement the new rule: Any girl who speaks for more than 20 minutes to her mom for 03 continuous days, all photographs in her instagram will be deleted". It was half an hour past midnight when they arrived at Nihal's place. His flat was unlocked and lit. Before Naina wondered why she was taken there in spite of her request to stay out, Nihal said, "I requested my maid to stay in my flat to avoid any discomfort for you to stay here. You may sleep on the bed and maid arranged her own bedding in the same room. My flat mate will be back in a week. Meanwhile, we shall find a good accommodation for you."

"Thank you Nihal. I know I am troubling you..."

"But you don't have an option", interrupted between with a chuckle.

A lovely sweet smile on her cute face ignited that hormonal production which made him force himself to spend some more time with her. He had a plan immediately.

"The food is ready and if you don't like it, you may order from Swiggy. I will be going to terrace for a small walk. Sometimes, you get some weird noises from kitchen. It is because of neighbour's pet cat. So, don't mind", said Nihal. He was expecting her to get scared and join him for the walk. She was cool and said, "Okay".

With disappointment, Nihal went to terrace for a forceful walk. He consoled himself that it was indeed a good decision for the good weather and pleasant breeze. He lit his cigarette. He saw himself landing in the zone of losing self-control. He could not get rid off Naina's smile. Her face was so well sculpted that each organ is placed at the optimum location with optimum size. She smiled as if she was trained how wide she should open her lips and to what extent the teeth was supposed to be revealed. It was so perfect. The pony was just an excellent topping to a wonderfully crafted dessert. He then just remembered his friend Rana who once described his girlfriend in the same way.

Nihal dialed Rana's number.

"Hi bro. How are you?"

"Hey man, I am good and completely sloshed. What are you drinking today?"

"No man. I am not drinking. In fact, I called you to tell about the girl I met today"

"Omg! I have never thought that you will fall in love man. Keep it up"

"I have not fallen in love idiot. I just told you that I have met a girl"

"Come on bastard! You call me at one in the night, say that you have met a girl. You must have either slept with her or fallen in love with her. Sensing your voice, you have already fallen for her."

"I am not sure. But one thing is for sure man. She is just damn beautiful. You just can't ask for anything better. She is a complete package. I haven't seen such a girl in my last 25 years." Nihal was just describing her for next 20 minutes without even a minute's break.