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A night together – story#2

It was a beautiful night. She had invited Rajat to her home for the first time. She did not want to, but she was tired of spending night at his room. the small room even if well-lit, appeared to be suffocating, which it was owing to Rajat’s smoking habit.

Rajat reached on time with food and beer in hand. she was expecting flowers instead of beer she said as she led him inside her room, which meant that beer would not be had tonight. Oh, they had to cross a huge hall and kitchen before they reached he room. The room had a single bed and a small couch, which Rajat pulled near the bed and settled himself in it, only ’cause the soft toys on the bed looked repulsive to him. When she came, she frowned at him, her room’s new look with couch moved and declared that the room was not comfortable for two people. They both could not lie together on the single bed and the couch was not a good place to spend the night for any one so they should move to her roomie’s  room which had a double bed. Rajat was shocked of course,and confused too. He could not imagine why they must sit one arm distance apart when they had been sleeping together from a month, but he refused to move from his place. He took coffee from her hand and settled again with peanuts in other hand. The coffee was too milky which of course was not how Rajat liked it. He went to the kitchen and added another spoon of coffee powder and a little milk and of course sugar too while she looked at him and went about how unhealthy it is to have so much sugar and coffee.

An hour later, at the dinner table she complained about Rajat getting food from outside when she had already got dinner made for them. What Rajat could not mention was that her food was too bland for even patients to be given. And he loved the food spicy and oily. After all, a life without spice is no life !

There were lots of talks [ tried by Rajat] , advice [ all by her ] and some action too [ to decide where they both could sleep comfortably, one arm distance apart ] that night.

And next day Rajat knew he was right not to propose her. She would stay the way she was in her life and where she was in his.

She and him : Story#1

All she could remember was the smile he had given her when they first met across the smoky screens. And of course the nick name – Tamanna ,meaning  desire. She loved  it as much as she was close to him. And now, she had finally left him long behind in her life. Was she really so away from him, she wondered as she looked at her reflection in the window.

With such thoughts still floating in her head,she left the bed and opened the window.It opened to the view of mountains, and she smiled at the knowledge that he would have loved the view. Then she turned her attention to other important tasks of the day –  setting up the kitchen, unpacking the boxes and filling her bedroom. Other rooms were already furnished and decorated as part of the deal she made with the previous owners.

Once all was done, she opened the bag full of his memories  – his diary where he first confessed his love for her , his favorite pillow that still carried scent of his tears, his box of candies and his favorite pink socks. Now that she had managed to have him dead and buried in the operation theater, or as others would say, he had sacrificed to let her live instead,she could be herself, not the forced himself ! She smiled. It was a tough decision for him. but they had made it through the transition.It was worthy to be one , rather than die accommodating two in the same body.He was happy too, she knew, wherever he chose to be.