Hostel Murder

Water splashed upon the face, brought Raghav back to his senses. He had dozed off again, it seemed. The ringing alarm on his office table hadn't woke him this time, it was the sweet face of Genelia, his co-worker, and best friend ever since he joined Hill International, a labor abuse rather than IT fun. "Tell me" "What was last night?" I sighed. Her same question, that same nose twitch, and those specs falling on her tiny little nose. She was in a red saree today, the slightly empty space near the waist left for her neat belly to be observed and those long lean legs sadly covered by the curved pleats. Pink lipstick licked her soft lips and those dark eyeshadows were a sense of constant arousal for me. Today, however, sick and tired, I didn't make eye contact. "..Work....and more work.." I yawned loudly, receiving a slap from her. "Raghav, behave! The Manager is here today" Damn, I flew up from the chair. If there was anything I despised, it was him. Big Mr. Pothy, a big fat guy who held the seat of the manager, looked less than his position status and more like a bulldozer ready for a wrestling match in the open lanes of Vanes. My shirt looked a but unbuttoned and crumbled, which made him laugh out loud. "Look whose slacking off again" "His brain needs a wash, right Genelia?" I growled, for nothing needed repair as much as his huge figure. "Where is the accounts of file 30?" "Done yesterday, sir.." "And files 54 of Mr Vanessa?" "Going on.." "Oh, in your dreams, I assume" He laughed out loud, his tummy wiggling in the excess motion. Genelia who didn't like either side in the moment, simply smiled and stared at me, at the corner of her eye, to see if I had been offended by her grin. My patience and exhaustion didn't go hand in hand with these moments during office hours and silence was the best answer at these times. "You want holiday?" I nodded my head. "Even after that leave I gave you?" I shrugged, a bit uncomfortable. Genelia's eyes looked at me. "A vacation?" He was mocking me. I denied. "Good. Back to work" The slap in the buttocks he gave me always was a bit too uncomfortable. Not to mention, he was gay so this was most uncomfortable. I sat down on the chair after he was out of sight and grabbed Genelia by the hand, "Can I stay at your place, today...?" She was stunned. "Why? You fought again with her?" I sighed. Yes, she could have guessed. I used to go to her 24/7 after every argument. "Raghav, Sara loves you!" I shrugged, "Can I stay or not?" She crossed her arms, with the sly dignity left and huffed, "Whatever. Just come before eight. Jake comes then" Jake, her husband. They were engaged for almost two years now, technically not married due to different circumstantial issues that came up, right during her planned wedding days. First, it was her mother's health. Then Jake's sister's accident and lastly, she lost her job. Some weird bad lucks popped out of nowhere, and being traditional Indian parents, Genelia's parents kept postponing and delaying, wasting all their practical money on wedding days that never arrived. So to save money for a perfect future ahead, the couple decided to not have a wedding for the next few years. / Good for her, and me. She had problems with him always, day and night. Good for me, cause she came to me, to solve them. Have her share of relief and go back home, once again. Genelia was cool with me. The arguing b***h she was never appeared in front of me. Its why we went along quite well. But I never proposed. Maybe she wanted it. And maybe she didn't. We have had s*x, fierce ones at times too. Multiple days and multiple times. But if that was the warranty card for marriage, I wasn't in the game. She never acted like we had strings attached to each other, so we remained cool and okay all the time. Execept for once, which was a long time back. However, she is a darling. Likes to cook, eats well, jogs daily and even looks amazing. Then why not her? I know right. When she tends to me like my own Punjabi mother, then why not her? I don't know. Maybe because Malavika was not going away from my mind. Yeah, lets admit it. I wanted her. Only her.