“ When I called, he said you were off to see one of your students,” Adhi tells me, running his hand through his hair.
I smile as I think of Shreyas explaining my sudden need to meet a student. “ I had to tell him something. If I’d told him I was off to see you, he’d make me take him along. I dropped him off at Chit’s place.”
Adhi ambles toward me and swoops me into his strong arms. His eyes were so warm, so dreamy, I could just melt into the corners of his irises and just spend the rest of my life there, seeing the world as he did, loving as he saw fit.
And he loved me, I grinned inwardly. And he loved the kids. We are his, and his only.
“ I missed you,” Adhi whispers, as if the walls were listening to us. I’ve not seen him since I… since I shamelessly came over to his and spent the night here. It’s been 2 months. “ Why did you cut me off?”
I shrug. “ I was ashamed.”
Adhi pulled his head back in shock. “ Ashamed of what? Of sleeping with me?”
I shake my head quickly. “ No, Baba! No, of course not!”
“ Then what?”
“ I was ashamed for using you…” I tell him, pouting. “ At least, that was how it felt like.”
“ For two months?” Adhi looks at me incredulously.
“ You were back to India for a month, Adhi,” I reminded him. “ So technically…”
“…Its only been 4 shameful weeks,” Adhi laughed. “ You’re good, Sejal Patel.”
I release him and do a curtsey. “ Thank you.”
He holds my hand and guides me to the sofa. Once I sit, he put his arms around me protectively and sighs into the side of my head, smelling in my hair, not wanting to let go. “ I missed you,” he says again.
I sigh too, content of being in his arms, and yes, I smelled him too. It was just our thing. Long ago, every time we took our bath, we’d stand with our bathrobes and just smell each other. I know it sounds weird and uncanny, but it was our thing. I’d smell his neck, and he’d take in my hair. My arms would be folded onto his chest and he would be giving me the biggest bear hug ever. I smile at those memories, and my eye hurt from the tears that are forming. Quickly, I blink rapidly, blocking those tears away. “ Believe it or not, I missed you too. I was secretly hoping you won’t bring any helpless Indian women home.”
He laughs his contagious laugh. “ You’re the only one, Sejal. Now, always, and…” he lets it go.
I pick it up. “ Forever.”
I feel a bit of fear ebb its way into my heart. I have to tell him, I think to myself. He has every right to know. He has every right to know because it was his. It was ours, it was our number four. I smile inspite of myself.
“ What is it?” Adhi breaks me from my thoughts.
I take in some air and close my eyes. Here goes, I think. “ We-have-a-number-four!” I blurt out in one go, looking straight ahead.
There is silence. I sneak a peek at him by opening my eyes a millimeter wide, and glance sideways. He is looking in front as well. But then—but then— He is…he is… slowly smiling! Wide eyed, and…SMILING!
I open my eyes wider, and look at him. He leans forward, gives me his sexy smile and kiss me, kiss me with his thick lips, and holds me so close I feel well safe. “ We have a number four,” he whispers. “ We have a number four!”
He gets up, as if sitting down doesn’t do any justice to his excitement. “ Who have you told?”
I shrug, laughing. “ Only Avantika…”
“ And you’ve gone for a Doctor’s appointment?”
I nod. “ 2 months, Baba. And…I’ve checked names as well. For a boy, Smyan, which means—”
“ Smile,” Adhi positively beams.
“ Smile,” I say happily. “ And Aasha if it’s a girl,” I add.
“ Hope,” Adhi claps his hand, and reaches out his hands to me. I take them and he pulls me again for yet another hug. He kisses my forehead. “ Perfect, baby.”
“ We’re doing this again, aren’t we!” I giggle as he laugh with me, all the time holding on to me for dear life. Like he never let go, like that Dipika girl never happened, like my ignoring him was almost a dream. We’re doing it again, I grin into his chest.
“ I told you baby,” he picks my chin up and directs my face toward him. “ I told you. With us, whether or not there is acceptance, fights, ignorance, other relationships,” He clears his throats meaningfully with a slight raise of his eyebrow. “ Whatever happens, with us, it is a now, always and forever. ALWAYS.”
A tear rolls down my left eye and on automatic pilot he wipes it away. I bite my lower lip. “ Only you, Baba. Only with you it’s a now, always and forever.”