so good to me.
Walking together, we reached room 301 once again. I handed over the keys of the room to her—I wanted her to open my room.
We entered and I switched on the light. My room was a little messy, with many things dumped on the bed—the empty water bottle, a T-shirt, my cellphone’s charger and hands-free set all tangled up with each other, the bed sheet half on the bed and half on the floor and some of my official, but not-so-important documents underneath my pillow.
‘Sorry for this mess. I thought the hotel people would do this,’ I said, rubbing my hand behind my neck.
She smiled, probably recalling how I used to boast that I was a neat and tidy guy. She could now see that with her own eyes.
‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ I said and went to the washroom to wash my tired and oily face.
When I came out, two or three minutes later, I saw something which pleased me immensely. My room had been tidied up in those few minutes. From my bed, the things had returned to their proper places. The T-shirt in the closet, the charger wrapped and placed beside the TV on the TV set, theempty water-bottle in the dustbin, the official papers all piled up on the table beside the bed.
And who did that? Of course, it was the real neat and tidy person in that room.
Wow! Now that’s what being with a girl is. I felt this for the very first time. This is what is called a woman’s touch. This is why we keep hearing, ‘Men build houses, but women make homes.’ And now I had found one such woman.
A little later, we were sitting on the bed, with our feet in the channel between the two beds. On my laptop we were watching a dance video in which I had performed some time ago. It was a cultural festival back at Infosys. She was so excited to see me dancing and kept saying that if she happened to get on board at Infy, we will perform together at the next cultural meet. With those glittering eyes, she kept looking at the laptop’s screen. And I kept looking at her …
I am still not sure what was so beautiful about the side of her neck, underneath her ear, to which her long earring was drawing my attention. I stared at her neck and I stared at it some more. Her beauty was trapping my senses. And my senses were freezing every second. She was still watching that video when I came very close to her neck and, without uttering a single thing, I kissed her there.
I did not see her expression then, as I was still feeling her neck and the sweet smell of her body. This happened in no time and she was not in a condition to react either. When she gained her senses in a while, she responded by raising her face, letting me get to her neck, beneath her chin, and I went ahead, kissing each and every cell of hers. Our eyes were closed. I grabbed her in my arms, felt her arms stiffening and gripping tightly the corner of my shirt, her voice expressing what she felt.
The video on my laptop was still running, but it failed to interrupt us.
She almost left herself in my hands. I leaned on her a bit and she leaned on the bed, our feet still touching the ground. She crossed her hands around my neck and my hands were supporting her body. Together we were sliding down, every single second. The kisses and passionate hugs continued till we fell on the bed.
Suddenly, I remembered something. ‘I’ll come in a second, just a single second,’ I whispered in her ear. Her eyes were still closed. And I went and checked and double-locked the room. I switched off our room’s bright light and switched on the washroom’s light allowing it to illuminate our room softly. I did that for a reason which I did not tell her—memories from a movie were bothering me, in which a hidden camera in a hotel room captured a couple.
Then I came back to her. But her eyes were not closed any more. She was staring at me as I walked towards her. Holding her hands in mine I stood by her and looked into the depth of her eyes. And, for the first time, I noticed something
Walking together, we reached room 301 once again. I handed over the keys of the room to her—I wanted her to open my room.
We entered and I switched on the light. My room was a little messy, with many things dumped on the bed—the empty water bottle, a T-shirt, my cellphone’s charger and hands-free set all tangled up with each other, the bed sheet half on the bed and half on the floor and some of my official, but not-so-important documents underneath my pillow.
‘Sorry for this mess. I thought the hotel people would do this,’ I said, rubbing my hand behind my neck.
She smiled, probably recalling how I used to boast that I was a neat and tidy guy. She could now see that with her own eyes.
‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ I said and went to the washroom to wash my tired and oily face.
When I came out, two or three minutes later, I saw something which pleased me immensely. My room had been tidied up in those few minutes. From my bed, the things had returned to their proper places. The T-shirt in the closet, the charger wrapped and placed beside the TV on the TV set, theempty water-bottle in the dustbin, the official papers all piled up on the table beside the bed.
And who did that? Of course, it was the real neat and tidy person in that room.
Wow! Now that’s what being with a girl is. I felt this for the very first time. This is what is called a woman’s touch. This is why we keep hearing, ‘Men build houses, but women make homes.’ And now I had found one such woman.
A little later, we were sitting on the bed, with our feet in the channel between the two beds. On my laptop we were watching a dance video in which I had performed some time ago. It was a cultural festival back at Infosys. She was so excited to see me dancing and kept saying that if she happened to get on board at Infy, we will perform together at the next cultural meet. With those glittering eyes, she kept looking at the laptop’s screen. And I kept looking at her …
I am still not sure what was so beautiful about the side of her neck, underneath her ear, to which her long earring was drawing my attention. I stared at her neck and I stared at it some more. Her beauty was trapping my senses. And my senses were freezing every second. She was still watching that video when I came very close to her neck and, without uttering a single thing, I kissed her there.
I did not see her expression then, as I was still feeling her neck and the sweet smell of her body. This happened in no time and she was not in a condition to react either. When she gained her senses in a while, she responded by raising her face, letting me get to her neck, beneath her chin, and I went ahead, kissing each and every cell of hers. Our eyes were closed. I grabbed her in my arms, felt her arms stiffening and gripping tightly the corner of my shirt, her voice expressing what she felt.
The video on my laptop was still running, but it failed to interrupt us.
She almost left herself in my hands. I leaned on her a bit and she leaned on the bed, our feet still touching the ground. She crossed her hands around my neck and my hands were supporting her body. Together we were sliding down, every single second. The kisses and passionate hugs continued till we fell on the bed.
Suddenly, I remembered something. ‘I’ll come in a second, just a single second,’ I whispered in her ear. Her eyes were still closed. And I went and checked and double-locked the room. I switched off our room’s bright light and switched on the washroom’s light allowing it to illuminate our room softly. I did that for a reason which I did not tell her—memories from a movie were bothering me, in which a hidden camera in a hotel room captured a couple.
Then I came back to her. But her eyes were not closed any more. She was staring at me as I walked towards her. Holding her hands in mine I stood by her and looked into the depth of her eyes. And, for the first time, I noticed something
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