Him: Hey. Hi sweetu.
Her: Hey. Hiiiiiiiiiiii. I was just about to call you.
Him: Yeah right!! How was your afternoon?
Her: What happened? Why do you sound so....upset?
Him: HOW was your afternoon?
Her: The same as usual.
Him: Don't fucking lie to me. Where were you?
Her: Bachcha, what happened? Why are you behaving this way?
Him: Just bloody tell me. Where were you?
Her: Relax babie. Cool down.
Him: Just fucking tell me. You were with him, weren't you?
Her: Ohh...bachcha..... We still work at the same place; it is natural for us to bump into each other.
Him: Bumping into each other is one thing. Having lunch together is entirely another.
Her: (After a few seconds silence) Who told you we have lunch together? Did she call you? You still talk to her?
Him: She cares for me. Unlike you. Having fucking lunch with him!!
Her: Oh fuck you. Fuck your attitude. Why are you still talking to her? I thought it was all over. You promised me that it is all over.
Him: Don't bloody divert.
Her: You don't bloody divert.
Him: Screw you.
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By evening, his bitterness is dissolved and he decides to make up for his volcanic display of possessiveness. He cooks, lays the dinner and awaits her arrival, awaits the fragrance....
An hour passes by. He tries her number several times and is unable to connect to her. The lava of obsession begins to swirl within his inners and begins forming mirages in his mindscape. Their afternoon lunch looms back into focus.
Another hour passes by. He is flustered imagining naughty things being done to her-by her lunch buddy.
The sound to keys getting into a lock's keyhole gets to his ears and kicking the door open, she walks in.
Him: Hey look who's home! Sweetu! I thought you might have forgotten our address.
Her: Well, I tried. And I think I should too. Please suggest me something nice.
Him: Yeah right. Shoot someone with a bullet and then come and ask them 'How do I live?'
Her: Just shut up. Whats this smell? Is it karela fry?
Him: Ohh. Still not over your lunch is it?
Her: When we have charming men around, it is very difficult for us women not to be enchanted; albeit for a little while.
Him: Nice. Keep thinking about him. Don't disturb me.
Her: Good. Recoil into your own bloody 'zone of silence' with that 'I-m-b-l-o-o-d-y-m-e-d-i-t-a-t-i-n-g' look of yours.
Him: Whats with your legs? Are you wearing stockings or did you wax?
Her: Why don't you call your fucking ex and check out her legs?
Him: Just shut up! You think she called me up to bitch about you? She didn't. But good that she did. I'm not going to tolerate this fucking shit.
Her: You think I met him to have sex with him?
Him: Oh! sweetu is sad! That part of the date didn't happen, is it?
Her: Wow, you are really interested on knowing what happened?
Him: (Kicking the beanbag in his way like he hated it the most in the world) Like stinking pigs I'm interested!
Her: Oh yeah! Like horny dogs you better be! I got a call from him....
Him: And you felt like butter melting on hot toast. And then you went mushy and said, "Honey. Lets have lunch..."
Her: Cock-up and listen.
Him: Mind your fucking language.
Her: Just fucking shut up and listen.
Him: I said, mind your bloody....
Her: Here. These are their names and numbers.
Him: What?
Her: These are the names and numbers of the contacts you've been desperately searching for. To initiate your sales pitches. He called me up to inform that he had this list and he wanted to hand it over. My friends are not immoral bitches like yours!! Calling up to bitch about me!! (with this she throws her purse away like it didn't have a make-up kit.
Him: Come here and notice the coffee table.
Her: I'm sure she would've told you all the details, even those that weren't there. And I'm sure you would've said, "Oh baby! Look how I'm suffering..."
Him: Just fucking come here and take a look...
Her: Don't goddamn digress.
Him: Your ruby necklace is here.
Her: What?
Him: Here. This is it. The people who designed this happen to be her family jewelers. She was there today afternoon and he informed her that this piece is ready. She...
Her: (with wild admiration scripted all over her face) Wow!! This is beautiful.
Him: She just called up to tell me to collect it. In matter of conversation, your lunch came up...
Her: Wouldn't the jewelers call you up themselves? That bitch!! Looking for excuses to talk to you!
Him: Pramod had called me up and said that this list is ready. He was going to send it to me anyways. Your ex had no reason to become an intermediary!!
Her: This does smell like karela fry! (Walking towards the dining table) Ohh....bachcha, you cooked for me?
Him: (Flashing his trademark smile) Well, I thought I should make up for today afternoon....
Her: Honey, I love you.
Him: (Approaching her) I do too.(Running his forefinger over her skirt-exposed knee caps) You really waxed!
Her: (Flashing all her teeth) Well, I thought I should make up for today afternoon....
Him: Oh sweetu, I love you.
Her: I do too baby.
1 Million Magics from LOVE.
[Originally published Jun 2010]
I refuse to give up, I refuse to give in.
[Originally published Jun 2010]
I refuse to give up, I refuse to give in.