The knock on the door grew harder and louder. Tanvi got up startled with kajal smeared cheeks, her hair dishevelled and a peck of dried out white saliva besides the right side of the lip. She got up alarmed at the constant banging on door. Tanvi was terrified, anticipating something dreadful; she clutched the razai firmly and pulled it above her head.
There was another bang. She was not seeing a dream, Tanvi realized and gathered all her strength and walked across the floor to open the door. She craned her neck from the little gap between her shoulder and the door, and saw Dalbir standing.
“Are you fine?” Dalbir said.
“Ya, What will happen to me?”, Tanvi was relaxed to see Dalbir and she opened the door wide.
“Did you know that you slept through the dinner and it is morning 10 already? Our shayak knocked at the door twice but you didn’t open. We were getting worried. Had you not opened this time too, I would have broken the door.”
Tanvi was surely tired and had a beautiful sleep in a long time now.
“Ok, get ready and join us for breakfast and then I have a surprise for you”, Major Dalbir excitedly ordered.
Tanvi entered the dining room wearing her favourite grey denims and a short white chikan kurti, with matching silver hoops. She smelt of Versace, the perfume she cajoled her cousin to bring from Delhi’s International airport counter. It was one of Tanvi’s fine possessions and she sprayed it sparingly.
Major Dalbir’s dad was a personality straight out of patriotic movies like Border. Tall, broad shoulders and immaculately trimmed moustache that rolled up in a fine twirl; Retired General Singh needed no introduction. He was every inch of a true fauji. Dabir’s mom, a philanthropist by choice and currently a devout Pilates’ student, always kept herself busy. A spirited socialite among the elite crowd of Chandigarh, she was antithetical to Tanvi’s mom. Calm, composed and without any judgemental behaviour, Dalbir’s mom had not even once tried to probe Tanvi on her background whereas her mom in such a situation would have created a highly dramatized Bollywood scene, reminiscend Tanvi.
After finishing breakfast Dalbir escorted Tanvi to his polished and shinning orange Mahindra Thar jeep. “We are going off-roading”, announced Dalbir. Tanvi was startled at this announcement for she had absolutely no idea what it meant but then by now she had fallen for this cutely dominating style of Major saab.
Major Dalbir was excited like a teenager. He summoned his shayak and made him run atleast five times inside the house asking him to fetch something or the other , all the while grunting over how the jeep wasn’t cleaned properly.
Wearing a light blue Lacoste T-shirt with dark blue denims, Casio Pro trek silver watch, and Rayban goggles; Major Dalbir looked suave. Tanvi looked at him and felt something mushy. Surely not love but a crush may be! Love or crush?
Read the previous post here – Chapter 13 – Tanvi’s Stay At Major Dalbir’s Fantastico House
Read the next post here – Chapter 15 -From Off-Roading Adventure To Road Rage – Only Good Navigation Sees You Through
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.
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Nice story.. Keep it up :)/
Thanks 🙂