Accidentally, In love ( UNDER EDITING )

Chapter 23 : Kiss, You're on the big screen.

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Chapter 23 : Kiss, You’re on the big screen.

“Left, go more left” I yell loudly.

“No. not the extreme left you idiot. A little toward the right.” I scream losing my head.

“Hurry, there is an opening right here. It is free.” I scream again.

“OH come on, Speed Up! Yes!!” My vociferous heartfelt exclamations were being found very amusing by Arnaud who keeps nodding his head.

“Yes!! Finally on the right track.  Right there!! Go for it!!!!” I know I was expressing myself very loudly but I was past the point of caring.

This was true.

 It was happening.

“Go, Go, Hurry you….” Arnaud muffles my voice by placing his hand over my mouth.

“Shh Zoya. It’s only a game. Calm Down.” He whispers in my ear making me shiver a little.

We are at the Stade Sébastien Charléty     watching the Football Match between Paris St Germain and  another team. The stadium was not overpopulated but crowded nonetheless by fans of both the teams cheering wildly praying for their favorite team to win.

The obvious question arises, which team was I supporting, take a guess?

This is the first time that I’m watching a match in the stadium. My previous experiences always had me huddled around the TV and collectively screaming with the rest of the gathered audience at the cricketers who were sloppy and clumsy enough to leave easy catches or get out without making any effort. The other team usually gets its victory on a platter.

Arnaud had taken the time to explain the game and it’s rules once he realized that I was a total novice and my knowledge of the game amounted to zilch. FIFA too was followed with much unenthusiasm save for the final match between France and Germany and boy was I disappointed.

Thanks to Arnaud’s amazing explanatory skills, I was enjoying the game as much as anybody else in the audience, Ok a little bit more maybe. All right, I admit a lot more.  I can see what you are doing there. Do not judge me. You can take the Indian out of India but you cannot take India and her traits out of the Indian, even and Indian in France for that matter.

Here in a foreign land surrounded by foreign people I have a sudden moment of shedding all my inhibitions and just letting myself be.

At half time, Arnaud politely excuses himself to get us something to eat, before leaving he gives me a toe curling kiss that leaves my body tingling all over. The young curly haired brunette who was sitting next to me and sucking the face of her boyfriend the entire time  chose that moment to strike a conversation.

I’m surprised to learn that she is an Indian. Her name is Maya. See it’s not just me who has shed all inhibitions in this new place.   Her mother is from Kashmir and her father is a professor at a prestigious college in Delhi. We chatted a bit and I was surprised to know that she knows my parents. Her dad and my mum head the same department for their respective universities and often meet each other in conferences and seminars. The two are quite good friends. Maya knows my mum very well and has met Pia briefly.

I wonder how I have never heard of her or her dad ever and realization dawns on me that I haven’t been home much in the past few years. After I left India for my further studies, I only return during summer my vacations and my parents are just so overjoyed to see me back home at last in one piece that there is no time to talk about anybody else for that matter. The one topic that they are sure to bring out is marriage and settling down.

She begins questioning me and Arnaud saves me from her third degree interrogation like a true hero by getting us food. I introduce them to each other and Arnaud nods politely.

We share our food, stealing a few kisses here and there. He has got only one coke and I point it out to him when he sheepishly removes two straws carefully tucked inside his shirt pocket. God, this Frenchman is just so romantic.

I grin like an idiot and he places the straws in the coke. We both bend to sip at the same time and our foreheads touch each other. He rubs his nose against mine like he does when we are alone.  I hear a camera clicking and I don’t care.

We are so lost in each other’s eyes. His eyes like liquid gold, bubbly champagne make me want to drown myself in them. A chant of ‘Kiss,Kiss,Kiss’ suddenly breaks the spell that we are in. We look up and on the giant screen there is a shot of the two of us sharing an Eskimo kiss. We look like two fools. Two love struck fools to be precise.

The chant just keeps getting louder and Arnaud smiles, the same one which makes my knees go weak. Good thing I was sitting otherwise, I might have fallen very ungraciously on my rear end.

Arnaud looks at me and I can read the question in his eyes. Do I want to? Should I ?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath and when I open my eyes I know what I want. I want this. I want it now and I want it bad. I want all the people gathered here to know. I give a tiny nod afraid that he might not see it but he does and his smile becomes even more brighter.

He angles his head towards me and kisses me on my lips. The kiss starts out small and sweet but slowly gets hotter. His tongue licks the bottom of lips, slowly moving upward, giving me time to retract or adjust. Anyway you look at it. He is asking me for permission and before I can mull over the possible consequences of my actions I part my lips.

I will not tell you anymore because well I’m shy in matters like these. I’m an Indian after all. What do you expect? We do not kiss and tell.

All I will tell you is getting French kissed by a Frenchman is an experience in itself and you have to experience it to know what I’m talking about. They are geniuses and the things their beautiful talented mouth can do will leave you speechless and spellbound.

We break the kiss to get some air. Arnaud does not let go. He kisses my forehead and hair and tucks me by his side. We turn towards Maya and she is grinning from ear to ear. Her grin looks very familiar but I cannot place it. I chalk it down to happiness and the ‘aww moment’ of seeing two lovebirds kissing.

I soon forget about her as the match starts and all my attention is focused there. I really hope Paris St Germain wins this one. My allegiance lies with France today and always.

AN : Hello Lovely People!! Yes, I'm alive. Thankyou for sticking with Accidentally in Love in spite of the slow updates. I will try to write more frequently. Comments and votes on the chapter are always appreciated. What do you think about it? Let me know maybe your ideas might get incorporated in the next chapter.