Since I have left my school (and Mary, of course) and came to college, I have joined musical classes. I always wanted to learn music, especially a flute. But my financial conditions were not good so I had to study first to be capable of leading a better life. This was my chance of doing what I wanted to.
It had been a while and my classes were coming to an end. My batch didn't have much of a quantity, only me, as guitar was more in fashion than a flute. But I have always loved the sweet melodious sound of a flute. But being a lone student isn't as bad as you might be thinking. It gave me space to concentrate more.
I had two teachers, siblings, who gave me lessons whoever of them was free but basically it was the brother. I had always been a good student, in all fields, and so in music too. My teachers liked me a lot but no concession with the fee. Soo bad!
It was my last class, and there was nothing to learn now from that class but I wanted to go, to say a final goodbye and thank them for what they had given me. After the encounter with Mary, I had felt much more confident but I still couldn't manage to get a girlfriend. Possibly a reason was that I was so busy with myself to get busy with someone else. I also had a small circle of friends, but they were very good, in the ways like intelligent, popular and honest and mature. I was as I always was, not much of a social guy.
So my teachers were brother and sister. The brother being elder one, was 10 years older than me. And sister was 3 years older, studying in the same college as same as mine but no one knew this. Neither I nor she wanted to tell that news so that everyone can make fun of us.
So, having done the news, I am back to the story.
It was already 4:30 pm, and my last class was after one hour. But I couldn't find any work for myself. So, I decided to have a bath finally. Don't make that face, yes I didn't take a shower usually, sometimes for a week, but I was supported by God itself. I had that type of fairness which might not be very shining but didn't fade noticeably even when I didn't have a bath for days. Also, I didn't smell very much so I could go like that for a time.
So, this day, I took a bath for next seven days and got ready. I was wearing a purple shirt with cargo pants. I do not know if it was true but I had been complemented many times by girls that that combination looked good on me. Also, I did not have many items to make combinations. Still, 45 minutes were left so I decided to go anyways. I reached their home. Yes, my classes were conducted many times at their home as I was just 1 student, so they taught me relaxed. We were almost like a family. If you're waiting for me to describe the sister then you'll have to wait till I meet her. So, when I reached the home, it looked just like normal. What did I expect? Decorated like a Diwali or Christmas? I knocked and waited, no answer, I knocked again and again, finally I heard a reply. It was the sister.
"Who's there?"
"Mia, Its me. Ash."
Sorry I didn't mention the name just using brother and sister. The brother is John and sister be Mia. John was almost like a brother cum friend, unique in his own way. Mia, well I never thought about her that much, but one thing was for sure that she wasn't like a sister to me.
She opened the door in a very different and noticing way. Perhaps, I was the only one who had noticed it. Now you would be thinking, what can be different about opening a door? Is the author gone mad? But I would tell you and believe me, it was different. When she opened the door, she didn't concentrate on the door knob. She concentrated in my eyes, her dark black eyes, like I have. So dark, that you might get drown and die. She gazed constantly, that intense gaze went straight through my heart, no not heart, straight through my belly, and something happened there. I don't know what, but something which made me want to kneel down. She did not smile, just gazed and I think that if opening a door didn't take such a short time, then her gaze would make me lie down on her door and cry for no reason. That was one the reasons I did not like to see in her eyes because I liked to see in her eyes too much. Actually, her black gaze acted like a black hole to me, it attracted me so intensely that I might have kissed her.
Now, if you are thinking, then let me tell you, that yes I lied. I did think about her, a lot. What did you expect, even my friends don't know about this.
Finally, when the door opening event was over, I entered. The room was decorated in a romantic kind of way. Well, not decorated, getting decorated. I thought that she likes me too and its possibly a revelation in her own kind of way, until I saw John. He was lighting the candles on the dining table. A candle light dinner was what I would have liked with Mia, but with John involved too, it was a bit of awkward. They had made the dishes themselves, well not the dishes, the food. The menu included chicken biryani, rice, paper chapatti and many things I don't know the name. Its wasn't the first time we were having dinner together, but it was the first time we had a "Candle light" suffix included. And the menu was the only thing common between three of us.
The food was delicious. It was while eating the food I noticed what Mia was wearing. It was a red something. I don't know names of many things whatever girls wear. I only know that there is a top which they wear on the top and jeans, stolen the boys code, and skirt and suit- salwar indian dress but don't know which one is which. But, whatever it was, it was so stunning hot that I might have choked my food, killed by a dead chicken and a dress, and would have been shameful. That red dress was making me red. As I watched her, my body turned red, blood pressure raised and so did my sexual instruments. She saw me gaping at her and I quickly turned my face to the biryani.
After we have eaten our food, and were chilling out, John got a call and immediately left, saying it was some urgent issue. My only comfortable company was lost. At the same moment when I am thinking of leaving so that she does not notice my erection, she asks what I was looking at at the dinner. Seriously, what kind of question is this? Obviously, I was looking you.
"What? Nothing. I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't seem so innocent. I saw you."
