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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
I am, Jessy, working at a bank.
I have a short bus ride to the women’s hostel where I live. I go home
to Palai on Fridays after work and return Monday morning. My dad, appachan, sends Nishad,my friend to pick me up at Kottayam.
It was a Friday in karkidakom season with heavy downpour. I was on my
way home. I was wet at the lower part of my sari by walking in the rain.
I needed a hot cup of coffee. As I got down from the bus, my friend
Nishad was already waiting in place. That was so nice of him to be punctual.
Nishad took hold of my bags and we walked towards his car. There was
more rain here in Kottayam. What a climate, I wondered! Nishad offered to
go to the coffee house to warm up. It was more than welcome. It is a
pleasure to end this wet ride with a warm coffee break.
Now, the time was 8:30 PM. We sat around the table and began to talk.
”Nishad, you look smart.” I began.
Nishad:”Thank you. You are smart too.”
He didn’t speak anything for a while. I looked at his adorable eyes.
They were beautiful. I could feel his eyes slowly studying me. It was good to know that he was fond of me. Then coffee was served.
Nishad:” Shall we have an ice cream after this ?” I said :” No thanks.
It is cold out there, you know.”
I tried to pay the bill, but Nishad had the last word and paid the bill.
I said:” Nishad, are you rich ?”
Nishad:”No Jessy, I love you so much, hence, I paid.”
”Good, keep it up, one day I could repay you, Nishad dear.”
Nishad:” Okay, today is that day. “
”What do you mean ?”
Nishad:”Did you like the coffee?”
” Well, yes. Why?”
Nishad:” You liked it because you tasted it. There are some things we like
, but never taste.”
” Like what ?”
I looked puzzled and surprised.
I could see a smile on his face. It made me feel good. He was a quiet
boy. Now he could say a few nice things. It is more than enough to warm me up. Yes, Nishad sounds like a man now.
His mom always scolded Nishad that he just want to see things and don’t
want to work for it.
True, he stayed home and drove his car. He could look after the shops
where he trades rubber. Itis better than working for someone, I thought. We drove along in the rain.
I asked Nishad if he could sing as there was no stereo in his car. He was awful in tone.
But, I encouraged him more.
By 9:20, we reached Palai and passed the town lights towards the side
road leading home. The rain stopped. A rubber branch fell on the power line and there was no light up there. Nishad was careful in driving. His cautious eyes found a rubber tree across the street. It was blocking the road. He pulled the branches with his strong hand and made enough room just for his car to passalong. I tried to help. But, Nishad didn’t let me.
“It was a real show of power, Nishad” I said.
“I’m stronger than you think, Jessy” Nishad said.
“Show me, then” Jessy
“I could lift you up in my hands, Jessy.” Nishad
“You are kidding. Are you serious ?”
“Yes. Only if you let me.”
“All right, then go ahead and do it, Nishad.”
Then I was happy that I was getting closer and closer to my home. As I
opened the door to get in, I felt Nishad’s hand on the handle. Well, he opened the door for me. I got inside and in a moment, Nishad squeezed in the back seat.
” What’s up, Nishad ?”I asked
Nishad:” That was tough, baby, let us have fun.”
”OK.” I said.
Nishad took my hand in his and kissed my fingers. Then he put his
right hand over my shoulder. I could feel he was breathing heavy and fast.
”Wait a minute, appachan may be waiting for us.” I wondered.
Nishad:”So what? Forget appachan. This is the moment I was longing for.”
Gently, Nishad kissed my neck. He rubbed his nose over my shoulder.
My left elbow reached his lap. I could feel the pressure. Yes Nishad is a man. Nishad embraced me. I felt happy in his arms. He raised my right arm, placed it around his neck. He buried his face in my breast. It is a joyous moment worth my life. I wished this moment lasted longer and longer.
I forgot my office, coworkers. Now I could tell Swapna about this unexpected
surprise. She too would like it, I knew. Nishad started kissing my belly button soon. I played with his curly hair. Sooner, he lifted my skirt and felt my ankle. I wondered if he could see anything.
Now, it is his car and he is the driver in charge. He stroked my thighs. In an ecstatic moment, his fingers went inside my panty. Nishad rubbed me there. I could feel his breath getting faster.
I gained strength and said:” Nishad, I need to get home quick.”
Nishad:”OK. That is it. You won’t let me do it.”
” Nishad, be a man. Are you serious ?” I asked.
Nishad:” You are sweet and wonderful. I love you. We could together do many funny things. I have a business. I need your love, I mean it. I could do whatever to win you.”
”Then do it like a man. Why this sneaking at night ?” I teased him.
Nishad:” You want a very rich man, right. You would offer your love to the
rich man of your dreams. But, tell me if you could marry me. Together we could work and have fun. All I need is your love and care to become rich and strong ”
” Nishad, this is the wrong place and time. What will your mom think if she
happens to know this ?” I said.
Nishad:”OK, OK. We go now. Please Jessy, will you accept this ?”
He pulled a box from the front seat gave me. It was a box of chocolates
,candies, and eclairs.
” Thank you very much. I like candies. When are you giving me beer ?”
I asked.
Nishad smiled at last. He must be happy that the work he already commenced
went well so far.
Soon we were on our way. We reached home shortly. Appachan was happy
too. The clouds have vanished and a few stars were up in the sky. The moon is waning toward the karkitakavavu. My brother spotted the candy and grabbed it. I thanked Nishad because in my hurry I didn’t buy sweets for him. It is time to go to bed for a good sleep.
Jessy Mathew
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