Coffee Date - XIII

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Chapter: Let's get married!

“Okay. Let’s gets married then!”
“Are you sure?” She asked with a puzzled smile.
“Yes. Let's marry. I will raise a dependent visa for you.”
Her face lit up with smile. “But, I cannot apply for leave for more than 3 months.”
“Apply for three months then. Let’s create our family.” I hugged her from behind. A big smile came on her face and she kissed me on my forehead, and then on the lips.

“If that car brake worked on that dreadful day, I would have a family now. Ma and Pa, both of them, are close to me. I miss them a lot.” A teardrop fell from her left eye. I helped her with a glass of water, and she continued, “I dreamed of marrying a prince in their presence, but now, they are not with me.”

“I do not know what to say Isha. I am not lucky enough to see my Ma and Pa. I had cried for years. I missed them a lot. I felt jealous when my school friends brought their Ma’s and Pa’s to PTA meetings. I have a diary full of words of tears.” She hugged me tight and said, “Let’s not talk about this. I am glad I am marrying a Prince; the prince of my cute little heart!”

I blushed. “See here, someone is blushing...” she started teasing me.
“Oh yeah, it’s your Prince!” I said.

“Yesh, he is a prince with unclean stubble.” She complained my unclean stubble again. I pressed my cheek against her cheek again. *Tongue out*

“Ouch! It hurts. I hate that unclean stubble Sid.”

I laughed and said, “Chill Isha. I promise to clean shave daily after we marry.” She hugged me tight. And that ended the day on a high note.

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Coffee Date - XII

PART 11 | PART 12

Chapter: Silence

It’s one month now since Isha moved into my place. Time flew like a bird out of the cage. No words could describe my happiness, so I was writing a poem in my diary, and I caught her looking at me. So I went close to her and asked, “What did Noah say to you?”

“Noah did not say anything to me.” She mumbled.

It was one of those bad days, which she preferred to wipe out from her brain and heart. I know the reason for her sadness. Whenever she was upset, she reads her favourite novel The Notebook. To break the ice, I placed my cheek on her cheek and pressed it a little.

“Ouch! It hurts idiot. Don’t you know that I hate that unclean stubble?”
“Chillax babe. What’s running on your mind?” I asked

She pushed me down, lay on my bare chest and said, “I am bit worried Sid.”
“Why? What happened to you?” I said, as if I do not know what’s in her mind.
“What will I do here, if you go to onsite?”

Silence was my only answer. She waited for a minute, after that she got up and went to take a fresh bath. And you know what girls take an hour to bath and another hour to make-up, even at nights.

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Coffee Date - XI

PART 10 | PART 11 | PART 12

Chapter: ♥ ♥ ♥

That night we made love for the first time. Unexpected, unaware of what we were doing, we made love.

“Still your stubble tickles!”
“I shaved this morning.”
“Haan, still it is tickling, when you kissed my waist.”

I kissed her again. I took my razor to clean shave again. This time, I shaved in reverse direction, to make it smooth.
In the meantime, she took out my diary and read, “Coffee Date”

She asked, “Do you write?” After a very small pause, “You write poems!”
“Haan, I write for my girl.”
She gave a quizzical smile. I said, “I write for you.”
“Okay, let me read.” She looked into the diary with her curious eyes.
“It reads like a mega serial.” She said mischievously.

“Life itself a serial, suspense, a game, music, a book, and it can be interpreted in thousand different ways.”
“I think you will be a bestseller someday.” She said. I laughed.

“Oh my God! I hate that unclean stubble!” She said in a high tone, “Do you even write a copy of your Facebook status and notes in your diary?”

“Yes. I preserve each and every moment that happened between us.”

She threw the diary, came over to me, hugged me and said, “I love you so much dear!” “I love you Isha!”
After a minute or two, she raised her head and asked, “Are you going to write what we did today?”

“Yes………….”
She pushed me, took a spatula from kitchen and came running behind me. I caught her, pushed her on the bed, and asked, “Don’t you like it?”
She blushed. “I do.”

I smiled. “I will write that his clean shaven look bowled me over again and we made love that night!”

She blushed again and we slept together for one more time.

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Coffee Date - X

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

Chapter: All is well ♥ ♥ ♥

They say, “Love make life beautiful!” That I second!

Life became more beautiful after she moved into my place. The new customer accepted my solution proposal. She appreciated my presence of mind while answering her questions, the way I handled her doubts, my professional attire and finally, my clean shaven look bowled her over. Because of this, my appraisal rating was changed. I got an additional salary hike. My work permit application was accepted. I won a Book My Show voucher worth thousand rupees in a Twitter contest. Above all, I slept holding hands of the most beautiful girl in the world.

“What a change over mama!” I exclaimed. Krish tapped on my shoulder and shouted, “Good job dude! I definitely need a treat.” Isha also joined the club. I was left with no choice. :( I too accepted their idea.

“Dominos Pizza” Isha said in high tone, Krish too, and I drove the car to Dominos Pizza. We sat at the corner table ordered one Double Cheese Margherita, one Country Special and one Farm House topped with extra Cheese. While we were waiting for pizza’s to get prepared, we noticed two girls sitting opposite to us had their gaze remained fixed on me. One was looking as if she wants to eat me instead of pizza, which clearly irritated Isha. “See his clean shaven look bowled her over!” Both Krish and me laughed at Isha. And the outcome was the change of places - my back faced them and my heart to Isha, ever and forever!

We ate peacefully, after which, I dropped Krish at his place and drove to our home happily.

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Coffee Date - IX

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Chapter: Living together ♥ ♥ ♥

The next day I raised a work permit request as advised by my manager. I was also requested to present a solution proposal with the sales team. I was happy as I got more opportunities to prove myself. And in the evening, I helped Isha to move in to my place. After all, she was staying alone in her P.G. Her one and only friend, whom she calls didi, moved to Pune recently and she lost her parents in a car accident last year, after which she almost forgot to smile. It took months to make her smile again and glad to be the reason for her happiness.

And at half past ten in the night, she came into my room and said, “Hello”
“Tell me dear. Are you comfortable with the room?” I asked.
“Yeah, I am okay” she said.
“Cool. I believe you must be tired by now. Have a good sleep.”

She laughed mischievously, came over me, hugged me and said, “I love each and every bit of you,” she paused for two seconds and then added, “except that I hate that unclean stubble of yours.”

Her lips so close to my lips. “I know that my clean shaven look bowled you over again and again.” I sealed her cute rosebud lips with mine powerfully. And after that passionate kiss, we slept together holding hands of each other happily.

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Coffee Date - VIII

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Chapter: Life sounds beautiful!

And we met in the same costa coffee again.

“Hey, you look beautiful today.” She blushed. (A blushing girlfriend can win anything from her boyfriend.)

“I will get coffee for us.” I said. She got up immediately and said, “Dear wait, today, I am getting for you!” I shouted happily in silence. She left her phone on the table. Keypad unlocked. I took it to lock, but instead read a half-typed message to her sister, “Didi, he is looking damn sexy. I feel like kissing him right away. His clean shaven look bowled me over again.” I kept her mobile phone back on the table and flew to seventh heaven. After a couple of minutes, she came back with two cups of cappuccino, placed it on the table, shifted the chair close to me, and sat on that.

“You look cute when you blush. I mean when you smile.” She blushed more like any time before and said, “You are the sole reason for me to smile again when I almost forgot to.”

“I want you to live my life with you Isha. Will you agree to live together with me?”

She nodded her head in affirmative. I stretched my hand around her shoulder, held her close, kissed on her cheeks, and said, “I love you.”

My mobile phone beeped. “You’ve a new text message.” And it read, “Raise your work permit tomorrow, as it will take two months to complete the process.” I was happy as all good things happened to us!

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Coffee Date - VII

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Chapter: That's what clean shaven look blessed me!

My clean shaven look bowled her as well as my colleagues. Everyone was surprised to see me in a new avatar.

“Dude, you look cool today,” said Shiv. I thanked him and moved to my cubicle. On the way, I met Nazriya, she shouted, “Someone is looking so cool today.” I blushed a bit.

Finally, I met my manager and said that I am okay with whatever hike I got. She hugged and thanked me and said, “You are looking damn hot hero! What did your girl say to you?” I shouted happily in silence. She smiled and informed me about an onsite opportunity which I was waiting for years. I thanked her. She congratulated me saying that this could be the opportunity which can get me all I want and conveyed her good wishes for my success. I thanked her again. By the time I came out of my manager’s room, I was flying somewhere between Seventh Heaven and Cloud Nine. Maybe, just maybe, the clean shaven look was working out not only in my personal life but also in my professional life.

I called Isha on her mobile phone and informed the happy news. I checked if we can meet over a cup of coffee that evening. I guess God’s sitting on my shoulder as she accepted the offer and congratulated me with three beautiful kisses. I was happy for all that happened that day, but deep inside my heart, I was wondering, if long distance relationship would work or not.

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