Seeing him laugh so loud and get even louder on seeing my stunned face, I just realised how it must have looked to my parents. They had never seen me wear anything less than a skirt or dress and if I was wearing jeans/trousers my tops were always low necked or deep backs, loose comfy types. Those closed neck shirts or Chinese collared outfits are just not me.
So, seeing me all buttoned up and covered from neck down must have surprised them, but they never ever said a word to me. But it seems they all did have a laugh at my expense.
“Hey, what did you tell them? Huh, they never questioned me even when I sulked.”
“Ahhh, so you agree you sulked.”
“Shut up and tell me what did you tell them.”
“ Well....huh... ahhh...”
“Stop stalling and tell or I will call dad and ask him.”
“Hey that is not fair.”
“So talk and better talk fast before you have it.”
“Well, I told dad you were trying to change to a way of life where learning about covering one’s body flesh from indecent exposure was affecting you. I think it was something like that only.”
Seeing me get red and knowing I was going to get wild and blast very soon he quickly dropped me from his lap and moved to the other side of our hall way. But not fast enough, by the time he reached the sofa I was already on him.
“YOU DID NOT TELL MY DAD I WAS TRYING TO
SEDUCE YOU, RIGHT RAHUL.”
“Hey I told you what I had told him, something 67
about you to trying some other religious concept.”
“And I know for a fact that you are lying. Because I just remembered the lesson about birds and bees my mom gave me out of the blue sometime during those days. You rascal.”
“Ohh hhoo. No Mira no no. Ouch that hurts, hey don’t, it tickles there. Ouch, ouch. Stop Mira I will have marks which I will have to explain to people if they notice. Hey okay I am sorry. Shit that hurt. Stop Mira, last warning. Stop.”
And suddenly I was on my back and he on top holding my hands above my head and eyes looking deep into mine. All my tickling and scratching and troubling vanished in thin air seeing the heat and passion in his eyes.
“I did not exactly tell dad you were getting horny and becoming an astonishing seductress. Shit...”
I start wriggling again trying to get him off me when he grips both my hand in one and allows his free hand to move to places he now knows are sensitive to stop me and what had started as payback turned to fun and frolic and then to passion. Then there were no sounds of laughter or my growling, there was just sighs, moans, groans and love all around.