"Wild crazy fantasies sweetheart." Rohit chipped. And immediately handcuffs, belts, feathers , sticks crowded my mind. I shivered at the thought.

"Chill baby doll. I know, I have annoyed you, irritated you. But, now that I have got you, I will prize you. You are the answer of my prayers. "

What? Exactly what? Who is this guy? This language is alien to me. Is he really Rohit or someone else? If this is Rohit, then who was the guy, I knew all my life! No, no. This can't be.

Rohit, behave normal please. I say. Rohit kept looking at me. His glossy soft eyes were telling altogether a different story today. I gaped.

Buhahahahahhahha!

I almost jumped. What the hell!

"You really expected to say me these tacky stupid lines? Yuck".

The devil was back.

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Baby blue cotton frilled nighty with strap sleeves and a white –n-blue housecoat. I wondered how did Rohit know my exact size! My favourite colour has never been a secret, but size? That too when I keep fluctuating with my inches, even ma gets confused while shopping things for me. Then how come Rohit.

Anyways, slipping into the nighty and wrapping up myself in the housecoat, I called Rohit in. Oh, he has been waiting at the parapet, while I was changing. In this sultry blazing hot weather. And again, I accepted, may be Rohit has been right. An attached bathroom was really needed. But what actually surprised me was,when he had a great opportunity of teasing me, why did he let me go. I mean he could have wanted to stay in the room, while I changed. Giving me a lecture on trust and faith and bla bla bla. Oh god Rohit! You will drive me crazy someday.

And now comes the toughest part. Sleeping arrangement. What about that?

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"Hridhittha.." I jerked looking at him. I heard this name, after almost two decades. My great granny used to call me. After that, no one did. Even my teachers and lectures preferred Hira. Other than my admit cards, bank account, debit cards this name nowhere existed.

And suddenly it reminded me of great granny. She was so soft, so smooth. Just like a blend of cotton and silk. I have heard, when ma conceived us, it was she who named us, Hira-Chuni-Panna. Any name, could fit any gender. Later during the delivery it was found, two boys and one girl. I was named Hira, and my brothers, Chuni-Panna. Generally, nick names evolve from First names. But our case was just the opposite. Hira became Hridhittha, Chuni became Chinmay, and Panna became...

"What are you staring at?" Rohit rolled his eyes.

"Where should I sleep?" I said, tossing my eyes from bed to the pair of bean bags.

"On the bed."

"And... you?"

"On the bed of course." He raised an eyebrow.

What? sharing the bed!

"Is it really a problem Hridhittha?" he chuckeld.

"Is it not?" I fired back.

"We used to sleep together only. Remember, whenever we used to go on family trips. We used to share the bunk. God.. those train journeys..."And with the he was lost. With me!

Seriously, how could I forget? I was too young to have a reserved seat against my ticket. And it was an unsaid plan, that I would slip into Rohit's bunk. Even back then he used to fight with me, sleeping at the inner end, so that he could read. I used to sleep off early, and in the morning I used to find myself as his arm pillow. After that, we grew a bit more. And thank god, I started to get my own reserved bunk.

"We were kids then Rohit."

"You think you grew up. Mrs. Lahiri?"

I made a face and started folding my sari.

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Gosh. I kept staring at his closet. Never in my dreams have I seen such a tidy and neat closet! T-shirts hung on one side, each teamed with suiting jeans. Next, his boxers and inner-wears folded neatly. Then, his handkerchiefs white on left, coloured on right.

"This is your side." He said, pointing the empty side. Oh wow. He had thought of me too.

I opened the drawer, and found three of his formal shirts, again neatly tucked. Just three!

"My office is not here idiot. I don't need formals here."

Shit! How could I forget, that soon he will leaving for office. Just after ashtam-mangla. (ANOTHER BENGALI RITUAL, WHERE THE BRIDE AND GROOM GO THE BRIDE'S HOUSE ON THE 8TH DAY, COUNTING FROM THE DAY OF THEIR WEDDING. THE KNOT THAT IS TIED IS OPENED THAT DAY, PERFORMING SOME PUJA.) And with him, I have to leave too.

Nobody thought of me, my decisions. Not even my boutique! Tears clogged my eyes, but before he could notice them, I wiped them off. No use crying. That too in front of this heartless jerk! Who thought, 'loving' was enough. Nothing else was required, not even my loving back to him.

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Next drawer. Well, what else I could do to kill time. Oh god, this so awkward. More three hours to go before the sun rises. I was glad that the reception party ended very late, and I got into this room, around 2 a.m. Time is crawling slower than a tortoise!

Iron, furniture duster, cobwebs duster, Colin, shoe polish.

What else did I expect from a tidy-freak?

I was about to push back the drawer, when it caught my eye. The furniture duster. Why, it seems to be very familiar. Where have I seen it, where have I seen it! And then it stuck.

The shirt, a gift for scoring highest in his batch, around a decade ago! He made a duster out of it? I can't believe my eyes.

Of course, I didn't expect him to wear this shirt now. But he made a duster out of it! Bloody why?

Rohit! I yelled tightly. "What is this? How could you possibly do this with the shirt I gave you?" I chided.

"You gifted me. So it's mine. So, technically I can do whatever I want to, with it." His casual tone irked me. By this time, he had already sat on the bed, setting a pillow at his back, legs stretched, and crossed. He was grinning!

I shook my head in disgust. Switching off the light, I got into the bed. Lying as far as possible, from him.

"What?" I barked as he poked my arm.

"You should thank me."

"For making the shirt a duster? Jerk."

"For not giving mom this shirt, when she asked for my old sets of clothes to exchange with some utensils."

I turned towards him. Though I opened my mouth, I lost my words. Why? Was that a very bad option? Some very needy could wear it, who can't afford. But this, me-my-myself jerk didn't see it. Stupid.

"You know, whenever I dust my furniture, I have a feeling that you are doing it. For me." He curled his pinkie with mine and drowned into sleep; leaving me in a ocean of confusion.

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