In to my eyes she longingly gazes, for a long moment, disarmingly smiles, as if I am her first teen age lover broken in to her room,unawares and did naughty things,like snatching kisses. her dad would definitely scold her mother for permitting such nonsense without his prior approval, now that all got wrong, she is perplexed, what would the people think of her if they find out all about this? Her lips I kiss ever so tenderly to prove that I am still a green horn in matters of amour, callow and clumsy to boot, I join in her pretension that we just had our first vanilla ice cream together, when we bumped in to each other by chance.
Now the scene changes, she signals like in one of those school dramas she shone well, in my ears she whispers, now the coy Indian bride, who never take liberties without prior parental approval, "I just wanted to cheat myself, for this once, isn't it the last chance forget for the time being that we just had an arranged marriage"
very smart, yes, yet the Indian bride still loves the demure act, though not all...