‘Hi…Natasha..Howz you doing?’
‘Hey dude, I just forgot to take your number the other day...whats it?’. I gave her the number, and got the missed call.
‘ See Ya…’
‘Doooode…who is this ‘maal’?’ ‘Shut your ass up. She is a nice girl.’ ‘Hmmm…really nice !’ I knew what this Gainda meant, but I didn’t say anything.
We started chatting that night.
“You like this place? I mean its really nice. I am in love with Alliance…trust me….” She spoke like anything.
“You know what, I’ve noted something. There are 3 Deeps in your band, as in Gyaandeep, Aman Deep and Deep himself…Did you ever notice that?”.
‘No’ was my call.
Fact was that it was too obvious to go unnoticed. In fact, the last person to note that was Deep’s maid servant ! However, I had to make her feel intelligent. I mean, that can only work in my favour.
“You know what….”, she went on till 4.
Hardly ever did I have a chance to say that ….she was nice. InSAnE came to know about it the next day, thanks to Gainda. I had agreed for two cigarettes a day, but this Gainda wouldn’t shut his mouth. He wanted 10. ‘Fuck off’ was my answer.
November 16. 11:59. 1 minute to her birthday. ‘I have something for you. Can you open your drawer’? ‘Wow…what’s this?’. ‘You must find out…but hang on….Happy Birthday’
‘Wow wow…how cute is that…Thank You Richin…’. It was a Barbie. She had a treasure of those already. I thought it would be wise to add to that stock. Her roomie helped me with that.
‘There’s a card as well…’.
She was in tears. When you propose, and the girl weeps, you’ve got her ! I had written this poem for her in that card. She liked it. She loved it. About an hour later, I asked her to recite that poem. She did.
I clapped. Gainda raised his eyebrow. She was in tears again.
Natasha’s brother worked for IBM. He lived with his wife, some 15 ks from our college. So, we were never caught dating. He decided to enjoy Christmas and New Year with his family in Coimbatore. Natasha had Nathan’s house keys for a week. She told her brother that she wanted to party with her friends. She did party. However, I happened to be the only invitee.
She was wearing a white UMM top. I had my Iron Maiden on. Both of us knew what was coming up, after the talk. Soon, there was a silence. I knew what it meant. I kissed her forehead.
Soon, we left the drawing room. The bed was kinda heart shaped. Red cover. No music, but that’s okay. She caught hold of my hair, and kissed my face a couple of times. I got back with a smooch, that seemed to last for ever.
‘I love You’, I said after the kiss.
Sometime later, I said it again. The only difference, this time, we were clothless.
It was fun.
Opening the bra was the best part of it. I always thought of it as something very difficult. I did it in 2 seconds. I recalled my debit-credit concept. She was wild and cute at the same time. I had condoms, but she didn’t let me use it. She was sure that the intercourse wouldn’t bring a baby. It was some concept which I didn’t really get.
The next morning, I insisted her to take iPill. She did. I felt better. ‘The house will be ours for the next 6 days, as well.’ We made the most of it. My average bra-opening time had increased to about a minute. May be, the first time was just a fluke. We watched that movie ‘Kamasutra’ to get our poses right. Rekha was our coach.
‘Happy New Year’. We wished each other. The last seven days had changed my life. Leave apart the sex part, the day time was wonderful as well. We never moved out. After all, for the rest of Alliance, she was in Coimbatore, and I was in Mysore to meet my cousin. She would cook for me everyday. I saw that spark in her eyes that said she loved me. We had virtually set up a new home. It was time to start missing it. It was New Year.
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