Her: Why do you think Rohan left her?
Him: Rohan would be a better person to answer this honey. He is coming over next weekend.
Her: You men! What are you scared of telling me?
Him: Goddamnit! That's a speed-breaker. Its for you to break your speed.
[[Kicking harder on the accelerator, with mischief in her smile]]
Her: Shaddup. Now, tell me why do you THINK he left her?
Him: Well, I think he was not getting good enough sex...
Her: Ah! Can you men think of something elz?
Him: We can, if you women can listen. I THINK he was getting bored. And in any case, they aren't married yet.
Her: Will you get bored with me?
Him: The universe always has to revolve around you, shouldn't it?
Her: Hey look; the river. I'm stopping over.
Before he could voice his agreement. The brakes bring the speeding monster to an abrupt halt.
Before he could voice his plan; the angel was out of the car.
Spreading her arms; taking in the serenity, she beckons him with her eyes to come. To join in enjoying the moment.
As it happens, happiness bubbled up to his eyes and his legs just started walking in her direction.
Reaching the shore full of meadows, they halted in the moment. Embracing the announcing pleasantness as well as his treasure, her...
Him: Babie, I don't think I'll ever be bored of you.
Her: Why?
Him: Every action of yours, every part of you, every inch of you keeps me occupied.
Her: That's all I wanted to hear. I like my universe revolving around me.
Him: How about we shift the centre of gravity to me?
Her: Okay, so hows your friend from office?
Him: How about I talk about my sweetest friend and do...
The touch of her lips always aroused the animal in him. And her responding and accepting lips; urged the animal to seek more.
After a few enchanting moments, glently pushing him away; she is about to say something when he...
Him: Honey, I know I want to get married to you.
[[Unable to control her blush]] Her: So; what's all this? Live-in?
Him: Holy Jeez. Yes, it is.
Her: Jeez? When did you turn christian?
Him: Holy Krishna. Alright?!!
Her: Shiva Shiva. I need a baby exactly like you.
Him: Then, what will you do to me?
Her: Discard.
Him: Nicest try. Forget the baby. Make do with me.
Her: Ain't I already.
With this before they knew; their lips were in touch with each other. Tongues touched like two fighting swords; exploring the potency of each other.
That's when the phone buzzed.
Her: Wow. It is you sweetie from office.
Him: No, babie. Not sweetie. Mr. Papa from work. Boss calling.
Her: Yeah, yeah go on and indulge in your work; leaving me...leaving the urgency of this moment...
Him: Babe, just shaddup.
While he got engaged in some fire-fighting with his 'Papa'; she turned towards the gushing waters. She tried remembering when was the last time she felt bliss. The realization drenched her like the inviting monsoon rains bringing in showers of joy. She turned around again and gazed into his eyes. His eyes locked with hers.
Him: That's it boss. In anycase boss; if you don't mind can we take this up tomorrow.
And then after a few short courtesies; like a cupids' arrow had been shot through him, he leapt towards her.
Him: God babie. You know I should start working again; I really need to. I've taken it too damn easy.
Her: Yeah. Yeah. And I'm not important at all.
Him: Sweetheart. You know how screwed up I'm getting at work. U know it babie. Why can't you be supportive for awhile.
Her: My sweetheart is damn good. I know he'll catch up.
With this she swung her arms around him.
Him: Babie. I also know your sweetheart is good. But in this cruel world; we need to keep proving it.
Her: What boring stuff you keep talking about. Lets buy that house. I really loved it.
And with this; imagination crept up onto her face and she started using her hands and eyes to begin describing her future abode, her heaven.
Her: In that living room, lets have purple colour. No pink. No no, purple. No. Wait, there'll be a sofa like the one we saw at HomeTown; the red coloured ones. And then there'll be the plasma TV in that north-easter corner. Also, one coffee table. We'll keep only Vogue on it. No boring educational stuff. Only leisure. Cream colour it would...
Him: Babie. Will you marry me?
He was down on one knee and he had produced that saffire ring gleaming in the gold...
Million Magics from LOVE