Monsoon Affair (6)
Varun eyes grow moist, tears in the rain, obfuscated by the cloudy sky, lost in the realm of human mass in the city. He was fighting a raging battle with himself, forcefully resisting the love virus and feeling of being carried away by Huma. It was emasculating him.
"I tried to resist everything but like fever it struck my soul and heart. It can't be happening to me. Why, I am falling for her and yearn to be close to her when we are not together? I wonder whether it's just a passing phase. It just cannot be a phase! I get hyper on hearing her name, longing for her presence, 24/7."
He tossed on the bed, unable to sleep throughout the rainy night, speaking to himself. "Huma! Huma! Destiny plays a role in our lives. Perhaps, there is a reason for us to meet and make love. Now, it can't get more paradoxical. I was hitting on her and we indulged in intimacy minus this love crap and now what's happening. Life is strange. I should be happy, prancing around and doing what..getting sunk in this beautiful feeling called love. Yet! it's weird and growing into an obsession, wanting to posses her every single moment. I don't wanna possess but love her."
Varun poured a peg of the old monk rum mixed with water, sipping a taste and lit a cigarette, trying to avoid the thoughts of Huma infiltrating into his soul
Huma was sitting at Barista, thinking, 'Should I or should I not tell him everything?' confused whether she needs to put things straight with Varun. She still has time since Varun is stuck in the Mumbai traffic and will only be able to reach in another hour. She lit a cigarette pondering whether to give it a chance but would surely tell him not to build high hopes for their future together.
Finally, she decided that let things go with the flow and will behave in a normal manner, no warning or running away from things. Let the passionate sex take over their lives and may be. it would be an antidote to make the passion of lust win over love.
'Love', Huma sniggered at how people live in a world of illusion, where couples run away, fight with parents and end up doing things that is not worth it. She wondered, how can one lose their individuality for something not worth like love, ready to forsake their dreams? Somebody please explain to me!'
Varun walked into the crowded cafe, sweating profusely and his face brightened when he saw Huma, bent down to kiss on her forehead. "Baby,"
"What's up", she asked.
"The crazy traffic, I tell you."
Their fingers were tweaked into each other, munching on fresh fries. Huma caressed Varun's finger, "Game for sex tonight?
"Your place or my place. It gonna be torrid," he teased.
She playfully smiled, "Of course mine, babe. It gonna be on my conditions."
They laughed. She wanted the ghost love to disappear from his mind and wanted to provoke lust, planning to initiate passionate sex and explore zones where none of them have gone.
Varun suddenly asked, "Acha! Tell me something about your parents and siblings?"
Huma was taken aback and wondered how he asked this question all of a sudden. She avoided his gaze and said, "Why do you ask, yaa? Told you na, my parents are out of India. What difference does it make?
She feared that this must raise some suspicion in his mind on the deep dark secret and that the mystery might unravel. There is something that Huma is hiding from him and doesn't want to hurt the feeling of her lover boy. She expressed relief that the whole thing escaped his mind and didn't press on her.