young man sitting next to her. She had always wanted to have a handsome man seated next to her during a flight. Hari was her dream come true. Hari was pissed at Tia and was trying not to encourage the talkative aunty next to him. Thankfully after few drinks himself he gave up trying to be mean towards Tia. It helped that the airhostess serving his section of the plane was a bombshell.
‘What do you call a pregnant flight attendant?’
‘Is this a joke?’ the aunty asked excitedly.
Hari smiled and repeated, ‘What do you call a pregnant flight attendant?’
‘What? What?’ The aunty tried to shift in her seat to turn towards him. She couldn’t.
‘A pilot error!’ Hari whispered to her.
But there was no laughter; there was no response. Zero. The aunty had an expression like cardboard. But after a few minutes a light bulb went off in her head.
‘Oh, oh … you naughty boy!’ she blushed.
The cute airhostess had heard him though.
‘That’s an old one but a good one,’ the airhostess whispered to him, taking the crude joke in her stride. Maybe they are trained to do so for everypassenger, but this one, this airhostess, seemed to genuinely only care about Hari’s needs. She was smiling and she was so charming, bringing him mini liquor bottles and food.
Now here’s a woman who is not judgmental of me and just wants to take care of me.
She was so uncomplicated. Plus, she got his joke. Hari knew his long flight was going to be OK now.
Meanwhile — Nagpur, India
Simi was standing in line to withdraw money from her SBI account. Since it was an inter-bank transfer Tia’s deposit was already there. She had deposited exactly ten thousand rupees and not a penny more. Simi had hoped for a little surprise with the amount, somehow imagining that Tia might have deposited a little more, but she was not disappointed. She had asked for ten thousand and she had gotten it. She called Namit after stepping out of the bank.
‘Namit, sorry
ya
, I am a day late but I have the money. Where do you want to meet?’
‘Hi, just come to my home. I can’t leave the house. I am waiting for the plumber,’ Namit asked nicely.
Seven minutes later Simi entered Namit’s modest two bedroom flat. He lived in a newer society than Simi, but she preferred her own older one as this one had buildings very close to each other. People from other flats could look into Namit’s apartment.
Ten more minutes later, Tia had handed the money over to him and was relieved that at least this promise she was able to keep. She didn’t like owing money to anyone. When she was ready to leave, Namit hugged her. But it was not a thank you hug, and his hands were all over her. Since there was no one else in the house Simi didn’t resist, but Namit wanted more.
‘Isn’t the plumber coming?’ Simi asked.
‘Oh, we still have ten minutes,’ Namit mumbled excitedly as he led her into the master bedroom. They were already on the king-size bed when Simi asked, ‘Is this where your parents sleep?’
‘Yeah …’ Namit was unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Eweee!’ is all Simi could say as she bolted from the bedroom.
‘What do you mean, eweee?’ Namit asked while chasing after her and trying to undress her.
‘Where’s your bed?’ Simi asked.
‘
Arrey yaar
, I sleep in the living room. It’s either this bed or my brother and sister’s bed in the other room.’ He was irritated.
‘You want to go to their bed?’ he asked, pretending to be pissed at such immature questions.
Simi sensed the anger in his voice, plus she knew Namit had a stepbrother and a stepsister who were maybe four and six years old. It would have been unforgivable to have sex on their bed, she thought.
‘No,
na
? Here’s fine,
yaar
.’ Namit announced for both of them.
He hugged her again, but there was no sensitivity in it. It was more like a WWE wrestler tackling an opponent.
‘Namit, please. I am not … I don’t want to …’ Simi meekly said.
Simi actually did
‘What do you call a pregnant flight attendant?’
‘Is this a joke?’ the aunty asked excitedly.
Hari smiled and repeated, ‘What do you call a pregnant flight attendant?’
‘What? What?’ The aunty tried to shift in her seat to turn towards him. She couldn’t.
‘A pilot error!’ Hari whispered to her.
But there was no laughter; there was no response. Zero. The aunty had an expression like cardboard. But after a few minutes a light bulb went off in her head.
‘Oh, oh … you naughty boy!’ she blushed.
The cute airhostess had heard him though.
‘That’s an old one but a good one,’ the airhostess whispered to him, taking the crude joke in her stride. Maybe they are trained to do so for everypassenger, but this one, this airhostess, seemed to genuinely only care about Hari’s needs. She was smiling and she was so charming, bringing him mini liquor bottles and food.
Now here’s a woman who is not judgmental of me and just wants to take care of me.
She was so uncomplicated. Plus, she got his joke. Hari knew his long flight was going to be OK now.
Meanwhile — Nagpur, India
Simi was standing in line to withdraw money from her SBI account. Since it was an inter-bank transfer Tia’s deposit was already there. She had deposited exactly ten thousand rupees and not a penny more. Simi had hoped for a little surprise with the amount, somehow imagining that Tia might have deposited a little more, but she was not disappointed. She had asked for ten thousand and she had gotten it. She called Namit after stepping out of the bank.
‘Namit, sorry
ya
, I am a day late but I have the money. Where do you want to meet?’
‘Hi, just come to my home. I can’t leave the house. I am waiting for the plumber,’ Namit asked nicely.
Seven minutes later Simi entered Namit’s modest two bedroom flat. He lived in a newer society than Simi, but she preferred her own older one as this one had buildings very close to each other. People from other flats could look into Namit’s apartment.
Ten more minutes later, Tia had handed the money over to him and was relieved that at least this promise she was able to keep. She didn’t like owing money to anyone. When she was ready to leave, Namit hugged her. But it was not a thank you hug, and his hands were all over her. Since there was no one else in the house Simi didn’t resist, but Namit wanted more.
‘Isn’t the plumber coming?’ Simi asked.
‘Oh, we still have ten minutes,’ Namit mumbled excitedly as he led her into the master bedroom. They were already on the king-size bed when Simi asked, ‘Is this where your parents sleep?’
‘Yeah …’ Namit was unbuttoning his shirt.
‘Eweee!’ is all Simi could say as she bolted from the bedroom.
‘What do you mean, eweee?’ Namit asked while chasing after her and trying to undress her.
‘Where’s your bed?’ Simi asked.
‘
Arrey yaar
, I sleep in the living room. It’s either this bed or my brother and sister’s bed in the other room.’ He was irritated.
‘You want to go to their bed?’ he asked, pretending to be pissed at such immature questions.
Simi sensed the anger in his voice, plus she knew Namit had a stepbrother and a stepsister who were maybe four and six years old. It would have been unforgivable to have sex on their bed, she thought.
‘No,
na
? Here’s fine,
yaar
.’ Namit announced for both of them.
He hugged her again, but there was no sensitivity in it. It was more like a WWE wrestler tackling an opponent.
‘Namit, please. I am not … I don’t want to …’ Simi meekly said.
Simi actually did
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