I could not help but smile…
I smiled as I thought of the good times we had…Joy n me discussing our crushes…there was an art college guy that Joy once was gaga over…he had the looks of a Hollywood star and a world-class sense of style…I always wondered how he was so perfect…so damn perfect…later I found out…because he had a boyfriend…
Then how could I forget this girl…Claudia…she wasn’t that pretty, but was good enough to make her way into the Indian Statistical Institute with ease (guys would know at I mean)…I don’t remember her face much…isn’t that obvious…but she was the one who could fling me into my raunchiest reveries with no effort at all…cuz her apparels had to put in all the effort…I don’t know why Joy always found the whole thing damn funny! Stupid Joy!
Joy! Shit! I had to get ready for the wedding na! Whatever Joy meant by “getting ready”…I thought the reception party was in the evening, and it was only 7 in d morning! Darn!
She wore a perfect pink sari…with golden flowers embroidered all over…mascara and eye shadows made her eyes so much more enthralling…her skin glowed…speckles glow…her hair flowing…a cascade of black silk…it gave out a strange aura…and her figure…so full and irresistible…I couldn’t help but drool…
“Gosh close your mouth donkey!! I know she is looking damn pretty…but that won’t bring you any luck!”
“You know her?”
“Yeah! She’s Sanjeevda’s cousin…AND she is committed…her marriage is al finalized I hear...with some filthy rich NRI guy…hehe…”
“Too bad…sigh…”
“Don’t worry…there will be more of them tonight…” winked Joy.
“Chhar…tor kauke pochondo holo?? Did you like anyone?”
“Ya saw a guy…was in a blue suit…looked pretty crisp…haha!”
It didn’t make me feel any better…
So I decided to change the topic altogether… It had been a while since we arrived… Dint know many people here, as most of them were Sanjeev da’s relatives…so Joy and I finally chose a secluded place to sit, cold drink glasses in our hands, and started bitching about those ugly Gujrati girls…
Suddenly a tall figure neared us…I looked up and saw a good looking guy…of age 24-25 yrs utmost…in a blue suit…
“Hi! Can we talk for a while? Alone I mean…” his voice was like some polished TV anchor.
I could make from the flabbergasted look on Joy’s face that this was “the guy” she was talking about…
In a moment I was instinctively trying to position a kick on a place where it would hurt him the most…but in the next moment I saw Joys face…and I was confused…she was pleading!
“Sure!” What??
I absolutely did not know what to do…never before had such a thing happened…never before had anyone dared to come between Joy and me…and got away with it…
I didn’t realize I was taking too long…long enough that Joy had to say… “Err...Rahul… would you excuse us for a minute please?”
God! Was I dreaming again?? Joy just said this?? MY Joy??
Dint realize I was gaping…until I tried to bring myself to saying “S-Sure…”
