When It Rains- When a heart weeps|√

Chapter 32

'I am allotting the keys of your respective rooms. Two students will share a room. I don't want to hear any excuses or any tantrum about your roommates. You all are the senior-most student of the school and I am assuming a sense of maturity in everyone. Don't quarrel like toddlers.' Mrs Malpani announced, flaunting a sheet in the air. Beside her stood Mr Huda, the football coach who had had a bunch of key-cards grasped neatly in his hands. He nodded his head at every statement Mrs Malpani was saying, like a sincere student. 'Dinner will be served at sharp eight and then off to bed. Any nuisance shall be treated dextrously and severe punishment shall be served on minor contravention. You can use your cell phone to get in touch with your family. Take due care of your belongings.' She went on and on with the boring instruction. I hardly saw a student giving head to her except for the one in front rows which mostly included teacher's pets.

'I'm telling you cats, something is going in between these two.' Rohan whispered, pointing his index finger between Mrs Malpani and Mr Huda. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as if he remembered something. I just nodded my head absentmindedly as my eyes wandered over the faces in search to find a very familiar one. I felt desperate for some reason.

Where have you disappeared to, baby? I pondered when found no trace of her. Won't she face me?

You should have thought about it before pulling the 'oh baby, I love you so much' stunt in the metro, despo.

Hey! I am not desperate. She started it. She jumped in my arms, not the other way around. You can't just blame it on me. It is not always my fault.

Ha! Keep lying to others, but you can't lie to me. I know everything. And as much as I want to deny it. I simply can't. You are right. Maybe she is just shy at her own expense.

Maybe! Let's just hope.

"Have ya seen something, bruh?' Harsh questioned, munching on potato chips from the packet held by Ayaan. He licked his fingers afterwards since Mihir had already made a disgusted face, he didn't comment, virtuously shook his head.

'Umm...kind of. I have often seen him staring at her cleavage and navel. Bet, he might have spent a dozen sleepless nights, jerking off. No wonder; he tries very hard to impress her. She is...err...sexy no doubt.'

'Sexy? She is the mother of two children. Stop this bullshit! She is married. Don't you know that?' Ayaan smacked Rohan, squaring Mihir in the jaw during the process. 'Beside' He added. 'She doesn't look like that 'type' of woman who had let her any random man screws her.'

'Careful man!' Mihir groaned, massaging his jaw, but no one spared him a look. Only Ayaan mumbled a barely audible 'Sorry' as he joined the conversation attentively meanwhile the coach had started to call the students to hand them over the keys and further instructions. He grunted a few words over a nerd who had accidentally dropped his bag on the floor and was picking up his belongings.

Bully!

'But she is a woman first and it's a law of attraction that women crave for men as much as men crave for women and being married doesn't mean, being boring. A quickie is always welcomed, you see. Change at occasions makes life interesting. It's not always serious, besides.' Rohan Paused. 'The bald creature for a husband hardly looked like a man. I don't think she'd miss an opportunity to see the stars. No woman can love a man who fails to satisfy her in the bed.'

'How'd you know it?'

'I just know it. I have sources.'

'And who are they?'

'Don't feel like disclosing it to you!'

'He is shooting arrows in the dark, guys. He is a gossiper. We all know that. Don't pay much concentration to him. He is a jackass. He is making up stories.' Mihir gave him a bored look as he snapped his head in every direction. His words caught my attention too as I listen attentively what Rohan says next.