The drizzle was irritatingly continuous. He sat behind her on her bike.
The mild fragrance from her hair was alluring and intoxicating. He slung her bag on his back and moved closer to her. He hugged her from behind and
“Kanna.. Drive slowly!”
“Gellost!”
“Kanna. Plz…its raining da…roads shall be slipp…aaarghayyoooo!!!!!!!”
“Ha ha ha ha-ha!”
“That was crap OK! Don’t u ever even think of gliding like through this traffic aga…!”
“...........“
“Aaaaaaaaargh!!”, he bellowed again, “D - A -M - N!!!!!!!!!!!!! U did that again once MORE and I shall jump off this damn bike!!!!!!”
She was giggling through the helmet. Her tummy was choking with each gasp of laughter.
He placed her bag, which he was holding, in between them, as to indicate the distance of anger.
She saw him through the rear view mirror. He was sulking.
It’s he who always teases her. He was the one who always troubled her on his bike and then watch her from the rear-view mirrors in such a way that she just cannot hide anywhere.
But she couldn’t be angry on him for long..
“Oui…”
“…….”
“Sunilu…”
“ ……”
“…lu..”
She calls him, “lu”, the most irritating part of his name. But he always loved her calling him like that. Only her.
“.. What!?”
“Ummma!”
“venda!”
“Umma.. ..da machi….”, she pleaded mockingly.
“I said venda .. right!”
The bike stopped at a signal. He pushed the bag, in between, to tell her, he meant serious business.
She pushed the bag back at him.
He pushed it further.
She jerked a li’l.
She was looking at him through the mirror. He noticed it from the corner of his eye.
She suddenly placed the side stand, got off the bike and stood beside him.
He looked up at her, trying to balance on the bike.
She removed her helmet, and pulled him closer by the collar.
He was taken into, by the enchanting aroma coming off her.
She had this beautiful body odor. It’s not exactly the deo, but something to do with her.The smell was very distinct and personal. It was her. Every time he gets this, he would have to helplessly succumb to the overwhelming desire to take her closer and nibble into her ears, drawing then into a slow deliberate kiss. It’s no different now.
He suddenly got out of the intoxication, realizing that he was pissed off.
He needs to show that he meant serious business. He still held himself still and stiff with pouted lips.
She now yanked him closer with a force that he had to fall closer.
She came closer to him. He could see himself reflecting in her eyes.
He didn’t know what’s happening. Neither was he too keen to know further.
Everything was calm and beautiful.
He felt cozy warmth engulfing him. The entire serenity of the world froze in that moment for him there.
He felt those warm lips brushing smoothly over his, leaving behind a deliberate gleam of her saliva. The cold drops of drizzle falling over the pair of lips that touched, added to the fun. The warm breath snuggled in between them tugged together with more intimacy, causing a mild tingle down his spine.
Let this moment freeze for eternity …
D A M N !!!
The very next moment, or he thought so… He couldn’t remember how long, he was amid the cacophony of honks hoots and whistles.
He was still in a state of trance, relishing the taste of her in his mouth. He looked around.
The guys on the bike were looking at her secretly admiring her guts and openly hating his luck.
The uncle on the scooter was grinding the accelerator in impotent frustration, looking at them in disapproval. The kid sitting behind him almost leaned parallel to the ground to follow the proceedings only to be clawed back into the bike by the hawk-mommy sitting behind. She had to endure the embarrassing and unfortunate task of controlling both the males of her family leering together at same hostile happening.
The kids selling magazines and flowers cheered with the “cinema” that just unveiled before them. They too are still to excited to get back to the business. The flower girl immediately came running to me to sell the choked roses in her fist, which were already strained with the humongous water dripping off them and hopelessly gave away their facade of even trying to look fresh. He looked at her with that dazed look.
She giggled looking at both of them and ran away.
The aunty in the car, next to them, looked at them with a scowl. She then glared at the uncle who was trying to peer at the scene through her obese arm that balancing itself precariously over the window sill.
Poor chap! She yanked him off her and he fell back to the driver seat with a thud. He adjusted himself and honked at the guy in front of him to vent off the frustration.
The aunty mumbled something to herself, as if placing as a silent cursing spell on them.
He suddenly regained his senses and looked around.
She was standing with an arm over the handle and tossed a wink with a wicked grin. She then ran and adjusted herself on the bike with her helmet on and the visor pulled down.
He knew that the she was enjoying herself all through the whole stunt.
The signal got opened, releasing the flood of the traffic.
There was a sudden avalanche of honks of various shills and shrieks and hoots.
He ran to the bike and flung himself onto it. It jolted back and forth and got into motion, with, she, balancing both of them. He looked into the rear-view mirror and she was there, trying to suppress a very huge giggle and driving with a straight face.
He growled at her in mock anger, tickled into her soft tummy and nibbled into her nape. She twirled around giggling and both of them burst out into a loud laugh.
She waved to the aunty happily, who was still looking through the window. He hid himself behind her to escape the aunty’s wrath.
The fingers of the hawk mummy, tucked the kid further into the abyss between them and her hands clutched into the husband’s shirt, ruthlessly. The poor guy choked and vanished into the sea of traffic.
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