Love you more

19: Off the record, I do bite!

I woke up to a loud knock. I tried to sit up but I was pinned to the bed. Sai was half lying on top of me with our legs tangled.

"Hey, wake up," but Sai didn't move. I poked at him, still, he was not moving. Grinning, I slid my hand inside his shirt, running my hands up his spine, he stiffened.

"Will you now stop pretending and get up?" But he still pretended to sleep.

This is going to be interesting. I nuzzled against his neck mumbling "Sai."

I giggled as he let out an unholy scream. In a hurry to get away from me he stumbled and landed painfully on the floor.

"Will you two keep it down," came the voice of Shivani from the door.

"What did you do that for?" asked Sai in outrage. He was rubbing his neck, I was happy to see the bite mark edged there deep red, looking rather painful.

"Well, Sai, I have marked you."

"You are not a werewolf or a vampire."

"I always wanted to be. I thought you wanted to make out once I was happy. Shouldn't I start by marking you mine," I said with a pout.

"Forget I ever asked you."

"Not even in your dream."

He opened the door and stormed out, only to be stopped by Shivani.

"Is that a hickey?" asked Shivani.

"Does it look like one?"

"Looks like a hickey to me."

"She bloody well bit me!" he stormed off slamming the door of his room.

"You are feisty this morning," Shivani said.

"Good morning to you, too", I grinned.

It was Friday, so I decided to bunk school. Who am I kidding! Whatever resolution I took about not caring about Senthil last night, I am sure it won't hold if I see him. As they say out of sight, out of mind.

Yesterday's plan to visit Madurai was a flop, maybe today we could go out. I am not a girl who enjoys shopping as much as anyone with a decent X-chromosome should. But after being cooked up for so long inside this small village, I was desperate enough even if Devika Aunty was the one to take me.

No one in the world can compare to the shopping done by Indian aunties. If you are ever invited to go shopping with an Indian aunty, I warn you, just run the opposite way, don't even look back. If you value your life and sanity, just run.

A typical Indian aunty's shopping will consist of the following:

1. She will shop the whole day.

2. She will visit every single shop at every nook and corner of the street.

3. She will make the salesperson pull out and display the entire stock.

4. If the salesperson is fortunate enough, she might buy a handkerchief before leaving.

Point 4 is mostly a rare case scenario.

I guess this is the second time I am advising to run away from an Indian aunt. But don't run away in general. There are two things an Indian aunt excels in: one is good food and another is gossip. If you are invited for dinner or even for tea. Don't miss it.

Important notes: Gossip with food gets along well.

Back to my miserable life. Once I had the greatest pleasure of witnessing Aarav being held by the scruff of his neck by an angry salesman who had just finished showing the entire shop to Devika aunty the whole day. She concluded by saying she liked the first piece he showed her. Aarav accidentally stepped on it leaving a speck of dirt that caught her eye thereby making the cloth unworthy of her purchase

I keep losing track. Well, I am that desperate. My paati had other plans when she learned I was bunking school. She wanted to go to Madurai too, but not the place I would normally go to. She wanted to visit temples! In plural!

Well, this is going to take a lot of explaining, see you in the next chapter. Let me end it with a happy note that I bit someone and I feel exceptionally good about it.