Somebody knocks at the door. ‘May I come in?’
‘Yes,’ I answer,
And here he is—Mr Perfect.
‘Mom has asked if you need anything.’
‘No, thank you,’ I say, smiling.
He is about to leave when he suddenly turns and asks, ‘What are you doing on your
laptop?’
‘Nothing, just watching a movie.’
‘Can I join you?’
‘Oh! Okay,’ I say. I’m surprised, especially after how he totally ignored me at the dinner
table.
‘Korean movie, haan … That too romantic?’ he says, grinning.
‘I like romantic Korean movies,’ I say abruptly.
‘Don’t you have horror movies?’
Okay, I got you. You are trying to flirt with me. Although, I think, he has succeeded to
some extent. I am impressed.
‘Yes, I have them, but it would be better if you don’t watch it with me. I scream while
watching horror movies although I don’t even watch most part of the movie. I cover my eyes all the time so that if any thing shitty happens I can close my eyes immediately.’
‘Okay, then let’s watch your romantic Korean movie,’ he says, grinning again.
‘By the way, what is your name?’ I ask.
‘You don’t know my name?’ Now he does not seem very pleased.
‘We didn’t have a moment to get properly introduced before,’ I explain.
‘Hmm … Okay … My name is Daksh,’ he says, stretching out his hand towards me.
‘And I am Krishna,’ I say, reaching out to shake his hand. As I touch his hand, a quiver runs through my body. His hand is warm, in sharp contrast to my cold hand.
It is always risky to watch romantic movies with parents or with a hot guy like him.
Suddenly, the hero and heroine are getting closer on the screen, and I begin to feel very
conscious, even embarrassed. I try to move so that I can fast forward the movie, but I just
cannot. Now they are kissing each other ferociously. The hero unzips the heroine’s skirt and moves his hands all over her thighs. The heroine then helps the hero to unbutton his jeans, after which the hero mounts her, and is then inside her. And after both of them are fully exhausted, they fall into bed and hug each other tightly. The hero kisses the heroine gently on her forehead. Oh … this forehead-kissing scene is my favourite. And thus the movie goes on.
Slyly, I try to peek at Mr Perfect’s face. He is calm but I can see his facial muscles
clenching as he tries to hide his smile.
The movie finishes at 1 a.m. He gets up to leave.
‘Goodnight, Krishna.’
‘Goodnight, Mr Perr … err … Daksh.’
Narrowing his eyes, he leaves the room.
The next morning I get out of my room, brush my teeth, pick up my sneakers and head out
to the fields. It is a very cold, foggy December morning, so I’m wrapped up in thick
woollens.
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