So...aren't you gonna offer me a cup of tea or something??
I would love to...but its 5'o' clock in the morning and I am a li'l sleepy...aren't you??.
Just as she completed that sentence she hoped that he heard a li'l less of what she said and read a li'l more of the spark in her drowsy yet wide eyes, and somehow translate it into something that said...."don't leave yet".
She was not the kind who would go out on a 'date' with some random guy from work...but there was something strikingly incomparable about him.He was not 'tall,dark and handsome' but then who is after all,unless you just walked out of a Cinderella story.Not that she was the prettiest girl around but you know sometimes just being alive with functional female parts does the trick,and with an above average face to carry that off you get enough male magnets every now and then to support the phenomenon of 'opposites attract' .So...with a killer charm of flirtatious bluffing...he asked her out ,and she said a seemingly casual Yes.
He on the other hand was a philanderer.One had pretty eyes,the other had a dazzling bod...you can't really blame him,can you.If girls were to be rated from 1 to 10 (1 being the highest) on their availability,he believed he could get anybody from the range of 3 to 7 and might have to work a li'l hard on the 1's and 2's(the 8,9,10's can give themselves a ...u knw wt :P).Well...for this damsel....he dint bother to rate,coz his best buddy had already put a 'teri bhabhi hai' stamp on her.
But that day,at the party, when she walked in with that gleaming black dress on her satin-like body,with a glass of sparkling red drink in her hand...she looked like a bottle of champagne herself and omg..i'd call him gay if he did not consider getting slaushed!
So,with a killer charm of flirtatious bluffing...he asked her out ,and she said a seemingly casual Yes.
Now that a vivid picture of the premise has been painted,lets proceed to the 'Date Night'.
Though neither of them called this a 'date' but they did put all the effort in the world to pick the best from their respective wardrobes,for the sake of self-motivation ...if nothing else.
He took her to the best place that he could afford.I wouldn't call it romantic but it did have a sentiment to it which could cause a cute li'l love story to commence.Chivalry was on display for obvious reasons.
"One Tuborg for me and one 'Bloody Mary' for the Lady"
"hmm...u know my preferences already..impressive"
Hitting a conversation and taking it from grass root level to exactly where he wanted ,was no quandary for him.All he needed was a couple of Bloody Mary's ,some shot's here and there and 'tareefon ke pul'.But,She came on as a challenege and quite indomitable I must say.
Irony bestowed upon them and instead of she being led to places....it was she who led him to the Men's washroom (Ooops!!). With his male ego completely chopped off like minced chicken,he somehow managed to gather himself up and pay the Herculean bill this BLOODY not so 'merry' had created.
He wrapped his hand around her shoulder and pulled her a li'l closer with the intension of getting warmth more than giving any.
And for the sake of the li'l friend inside his pants he decided he wsn't gonna give up as yet.Maintaining a distance between her ears and his lips so much so that it was enough to be heard but not felt....he murmured
"wanna go some place else??"
To be continued....
I would love to...but its 5'o' clock in the morning and I am a li'l sleepy...aren't you??.
Just as she completed that sentence she hoped that he heard a li'l less of what she said and read a li'l more of the spark in her drowsy yet wide eyes, and somehow translate it into something that said...."don't leave yet".
She was not the kind who would go out on a 'date' with some random guy from work...but there was something strikingly incomparable about him.He was not 'tall,dark and handsome' but then who is after all,unless you just walked out of a Cinderella story.Not that she was the prettiest girl around but you know sometimes just being alive with functional female parts does the trick,and with an above average face to carry that off you get enough male magnets every now and then to support the phenomenon of 'opposites attract' .So...with a killer charm of flirtatious bluffing...he asked her out ,and she said a seemingly casual Yes.
He on the other hand was a philanderer.One had pretty eyes,the other had a dazzling bod...you can't really blame him,can you.If girls were to be rated from 1 to 10 (1 being the highest) on their availability,he believed he could get anybody from the range of 3 to 7 and might have to work a li'l hard on the 1's and 2's(the 8,9,10's can give themselves a ...u knw wt :P).Well...for this damsel....he dint bother to rate,coz his best buddy had already put a 'teri bhabhi hai' stamp on her.
But that day,at the party, when she walked in with that gleaming black dress on her satin-like body,with a glass of sparkling red drink in her hand...she looked like a bottle of champagne herself and omg..i'd call him gay if he did not consider getting slaushed!
So,with a killer charm of flirtatious bluffing...he asked her out ,and she said a seemingly casual Yes.
Now that a vivid picture of the premise has been painted,lets proceed to the 'Date Night'.
Though neither of them called this a 'date' but they did put all the effort in the world to pick the best from their respective wardrobes,for the sake of self-motivation ...if nothing else.
He took her to the best place that he could afford.I wouldn't call it romantic but it did have a sentiment to it which could cause a cute li'l love story to commence.Chivalry was on display for obvious reasons.
"One Tuborg for me and one 'Bloody Mary' for the Lady"
"hmm...u know my preferences already..impressive"
Hitting a conversation and taking it from grass root level to exactly where he wanted ,was no quandary for him.All he needed was a couple of Bloody Mary's ,some shot's here and there and 'tareefon ke pul'.But,She came on as a challenege and quite indomitable I must say.
Irony bestowed upon them and instead of she being led to places....it was she who led him to the Men's washroom (Ooops!!). With his male ego completely chopped off like minced chicken,he somehow managed to gather himself up and pay the Herculean bill this BLOODY not so 'merry' had created.
He wrapped his hand around her shoulder and pulled her a li'l closer with the intension of getting warmth more than giving any.
And for the sake of the li'l friend inside his pants he decided he wsn't gonna give up as yet.Maintaining a distance between her ears and his lips so much so that it was enough to be heard but not felt....he murmured
"wanna go some place else??"
To be continued....
Till now i don't believe that the damsel would like to wake up at 5am in his bed..but waiting it to unfold..
ReplyDeleteHmm , I love the lil Friend ;) :)
ReplyDeleteok , Going On , I like it .
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