Chapter 37 Sara

• Scaring the shits out of him a young lady stormed inside. He recognised her immediately to be Sara - his neighbour. They stayed in the same barrack quarters. Despite their age difference of ten years they were quite friends. She was physical instructor Mr. Snehashish Dutta's only daughter. This was the man who had cured him of acrophobia. 'What's up? Won't let me in? Whom did you expect at this hour? A hooligan? A fugitive? Well he must be lion-hearted then .. a gem of a criminal .. to have hoodwinked the security. Did you expect an old rival?' When Sara spoke her words flew copiously like a mountain spring without giving the listener any chance to reply. Then eying the bottle and half-filled glass on his table she asked. 'Partying alone?' There was a twinkle in Sara's eyes. 'Just stressed out a bit', he shrugged. 'Well .. lemme guess .. you must've had a fight with your boss .. no .. you have that every other day. Then any particular case you're worried about?'
• The words were cascading down her lips like a sudden downpour of rain which gets one drenched in no time. 'I'm just too much tired today' he tried to protest feebly again. 'Hey, it's quite late. Why don't you go home? Your parents must be worrying. What did you tell them before coming here?' He knew his words won't be taken seriously, such adamant the girl was but he had to try to persuade her to leave anyway. It just wasn't the right time for an adda session now. He was already inebriated 'They know I'll be group studying at my bestie's place .. her Dad's quarters in Block M. My final semester is knocking the doors'. 'Then you must not waste your time .. crazy girl, he tried to reason again. 'Actually I wanted to party tonight .. been bored with books and notes .. need a break deliberately. Today I'm gonna taste what you guys find such awesome. No lecturing'. She literally grabbed the bottle from his hand and poured herself a glass.
• At other times he might've stopped her. But today she was acting too stubborn. And strangely he was liking it. She looked different now. Her hairs which were tied in a bun at other times was now falling over her shoulders. Her cleavage became more bold as she bent down on the table. She looked older than her age now. He found her black brassiere clearly visible from under the satin top she was wearing. He cursed himself for those straying thoughts. She made a face - perhaps from the unexpected bitterness - having tasted wine for the first time. Perhaps she should've tasted something more lighter. But he didn't have gin or beer at home to offer to a beautiful young lady who had cheated her domestic shackles in quest of forbidden freedom.