The Love-addict - Chapter 8

                       After her vomiting session was over, in the bathroom, Samaira emerged, looking somewhat pale. Rohan saw that she appeared very wan and young just like a school girl. A lost school girl! His heart went out to her and he felt like comforting her. He understood how lonely and miserable she might have been feeling, in that huge, heartless city, where wolves in the form of men, abounded. No wonder, she lived amidst tight security! But that too must have been suffocating for her.

                       

                      Then he saw the time on the ornate clock on the wall in front of him and started. It was 11 p.m. He had to return to his friend’s place. Next morning, he had to board the train for his return journey.

                       

                      He rose and said, “O.K. then Samaira, take care and let me know if you need any help. We are there for you, even if your parents aren’t! I’ll send you a missed call so that you can save my number. Call me anytime for help. Now I must leave. My friend will be waiting for me.”

                       

                      Samaira pouted and protested, “But you haven’t had dinner, as yet! I can’t leave you now. You may go afterwards. Please call up your friend and inform him likewise.”

                      

                      Rohan was inwardly happy that he could spend some more time with that beauty. He tried to resist, hemmed and hawed, but finally gave in. They had a superb meal of biryani and egg curry, followed by dudhi halwa; which had already been prepared by the dependable maid, Nirmala, in the evening.

                       

                      She usually prepared good food for her mistress who would ignore it and eat ghaas-phus (In the maid’s words) like salads and soups. She continued with her culinary expertise, in the hope that someday, her mistress would be tempted and would eat well. But that day hadn’t yet dawned, today had been an exception!

                      

                      Meanwhile, the beggars around the maid’s house and her family members were a contented lot, as they got rich, home-cooked food, regularly, thanks to the maid. Needless to say, the maid also heartily partook of the meals, on Samaira’s insistence. Hence she was well-fed and rotund. Due to Samaira’s largesse, she took good care of her mistress and was very protective about her.

                       

                      During the meal, Samaira had watched Rohan closely. His well-pressed, checked shirt and grey trouser fitted him nicely. His hair was thick and colored in places with red, no doubt due to henna. He appeared healthy and fit. His face was brown and lean. His dark brown eyes sparkled as he looked at her occasionally and his nose was straight and chin jutted out proudly. He was above-average in height. He appeared to be very self-assured and hence was probably a man who knew what he wanted in life and how to get it!

                       

                      He was gentle and kind. He gave the impression of being a thorough gentleman, though she had instinctively felt that there was more to him that met her eye. His eyes had given him away, as he had appraised her, first when he set his eyes on her, that evening.

                      
                     She felt that she could wrap him around her little finger, if she so desired! She decided to test him. After the meal when he started taking her leave, she held his arm and implored sweetly, “Please Jiju, why don’t you stay here over-night? At least one day, I can have someone of my family to talk to!”      

To be continued.....

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