The Average Middle Class Girl

Part 4

Part  4:

I literally did not know... how would he sitting in Pune... spank me in Kolkata.... but there remained the same college buddy feeling... I panicked and called him...

"where the hell were you?".. he demanded.... I in a explaining tone... "was having dinner".... he raged... "dumbo.... where were you for the last two months... no calls... no messages... not even those silly stupid forwarded jokes..."... i justified... "oh.. I don't know na... when you are free..."....  He surprised... "Moti... tujhe pta hai.. I am always free by 8"... again... I strated.. "wo pura din kam krte ho.... then u relax while chilling out with your friends... i don't feel like disturbing you".... He smiled.... "meri itni fiqr hai to call kr k kbhi poochti q nhi re..".. off... that was enough... he wastesting my patiene now... I bursted.... "arey yr.. job tum krte ho... ya to office me ho... ya to friends k sath... always busy... tum hi call kr liya kro... after all I don't work... always available".. I breathed now... he was numb for a couple of seconds... then a sweet voice peeped in... "oh.. to ye baat hai... moti ko bura lga.. I am sorry na my chhotu".... I kept quiet... again... "moti.... meri chhotu naraz hai mujhse?"... He had some magic in his "chhotu" word... I melted as always...  I changed the topic... "its okay... kya kr rhe the?".... a sleepy voice spoke... "hmmm..?? kuch nhi.... just abhi beach se aya hun.. hell tired"..; "beach"... i demanded.... "ya chhotu.... beach... colva... mudgaon... goa".... I jumped up... "what... you  in goa???"...   "ya..."... "So having a gala time yeah".. I chirped excitedly.... "no re... pretty much boaring"... he said.... i again exclaimed... "huh.. the cassinova Randheer is bored in goa.... joke of the day"... "arey randheer... room me kya rhe... bahar aao... we are setting campfire"... i could hear voices around him.... I loved campfire... they were craziest part of our college outings... "Randheer.... go na.... masti kro...."... I quipped.... "no chhotu... I want to sleep"... "what.... ??? How come yr... u loved campfires right.."... i demanded again... he promptly replied.. "no.. never... I loved how you danced around the fire...  (with sudden pause).. how parth sang his heart out with the guitar.... kaustuki-jiggie romantic dances... If I go to the campfire...I will miss you all like hell.. i won't go" ... I was schoked.... Randheer.... I never knew he was this emotional..... "randheer can I ask you something??".... "gariyane se pahle to poochti nhi ho... to ab q??".... he sighed.... "randheer... you do always call me up when you are surrounded by your friends???".... I asked... then scolded myself for such a foolish question... "cause... whenever I am alone.. I keep myself engrossed in work.... But when I am surrounded by friends here... I feel like.. you too should have been here... I miss your presence yr.... Your lughter... your..."...  "hello.. hello... randheer you there?...".. shit... my balance was over.... but what he said.... he misses my presence... my laughter... why... he always said... behave like lady... my ways irritated him...WHAT THE HELL... i exclaimed... and dozed off....