This happened 12 years back but it\u2019s still fresh in my mind. I\u2019m currently based in Bangalore. Please write your comments to me at audityeah at-the-rate yahoo dot com.<\/p>\n
Riyaz stormed into my office room to say \u201cAdi! I\u2019ll resign \u2013 need to go back to India\u201d. I asked him \u201cSit down first. Tell me what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Riyaz: Can\u2019t take this anymore. They\u2019ve started looking for matches for Afreen. Sitting thousands of miles away, there isn\u2019t anything that I can do. I want to go back and do something.<\/p>\n
Me: Do something\u2026like?<\/p>\n
Riyaz had no answer. He knew he was no match for the muscle power of Afreen\u2019s family. And at the same time, he doesn\u2019t want to sit here. After a brief pause, I said:<\/p>\n
\u201cRelax. I\u2019ve thought about your problem sometime back and have a solution\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind raced back in time \u2013<\/p>\n
Riyaz and I were batch mates during our college days and Afreen used to stay with her aunt his neighbourhood. Afreen belongs to a rich and a politically connected family in rural UP. Riyaz belongs to a lower middle class family. They fell in love and being my friend he used to confide in me. After studies, Afreen went back to her hometown while me and Riyaz started working in the same company (in Malabo, Equatorial Guinea).<\/p> \n\n
My professional growth was faster than that of Riyaz and soon I became his manager, but that didn\u2019t affect our friendship. Meanwhile, Afreen and Riyaz continued their long distance relationship. Though they didn\u2019t meet in the last couple of years, they\u2019re still strongly committed to each other. Afreen knows that the moment she discloses of her love, she\u2019d lose whatever little freedom she has now. Her elder sister got married last week and now she\u2019s sure that it\u2019s her turn. This is the reason for how Riyaz was reacting.<\/p>\n
I told him \u201clisten to my plan. I\u2019ll convert your employment status from Bachelor to Family. You told me that Afreen\u2019s sister lives in Hyderabad. Let her plan to visit them in the next couple of days and ask her to take all her documents with her. You also go to Hyderabad with all the documents needed for her visa, secretly get married, get it registered, get her to complete the documentation needed and get all the documents with you. Let Afreen go back to her hometown after a few days. We will use our travel agent in India to get the visa for her \u2013 she need not go to the Embassy for the visa. Once the visa is done, have her visit her aunt in Mumbai.<\/p>\n
From there, she\u2019ll say that she\u2019s going back home and instead she\u2019ll fly here. Once she boards the flight, you can log into her mail ID and send a mail to her sister that she\u2019s marrying the love of her life and that they shouldn\u2019t be looking for her. Once she\u2019s here, there\u2019s no reason to worry. Her family doesn\u2019t even know you \u2013 so no danger to your family back home. What do you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
After a few moments, Riyaz said \u201cit sounds perfect, but would it work?\u201d<\/p>\n
Me: I can\u2019t think of anything better, can you?<\/p>\n
Riyaz: No.<\/p>\n
So we decided to go ahead with the plan.<\/p>\n
Everything went off as planned and in 3 months Afreen was here. I stay in a 4 bed room villa given to senior execs that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean while Riyaz was staying in a shared accommodation. He asked me if he can move in with me and I had no issues. That day, we both went to the airport to receive her. That\u2019s the first time I saw Afreen \u2013 must be 5\u20196, slim, fair, pretty and smartly dressed. She had an elegance and poise in the way she dressed and the way she carried herself. The moment they saw each other, they hugged tight and she was in tears. After a few moments, he introduced me to her \u201cBaby \u2013 this is Aditya, the one who made it possible\u201d.<\/p>\n
She extended her right arm and we shook hands \u2013 it was a firm handshake. \u201cWelcome to your new home\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t know how to thank you\u201d, she responded with tears down her cheeks. In an effort to lighten the situation, I quipped, \u201cWhip up some tasty desi khaana, heard of your culinary skills and now dying to taste them\u201d. We all burst out into laughter and headed home. The new wedded couple occupied the bedroom in the ground floor while I stayed put in the bedroom on top floor.<\/p>\n
Days passed and Afreen has settled down in the new place. As there wasn\u2019t any social life in Malabo, we would spend all our time together. She\u2019d cook for us and all of us will have a few drinks and eat. This is pretty much our daily routine.<\/p>\n
One Saturday morning, I woke up feeling thirsty and went down to get some water. I saw that the kitchen lights were on. As I entered, I saw Afreen near the fridge drinking water. She looked at me and said \u201cWater?\u201d I nodded. She took out another bottle and handed it to me. While giving it, she accidentally looked down and walked away with a naughty smile on her lips. I didn\u2019t realize for a moment what happened but when I looked down I saw that I was walking with a morning hard-on. I was like \u201cShit\u2026so embarrassing\u201d<\/p>\n
The whole day, I couldn\u2019t make an eye contact with her \u2013 while she was talking normally to me. After our diner, I excused myself, took a couple of beers and went up while they both were watching the TV. I\u2019m usually dressed in a short and a sleeveless tee at home. I was standing on the terrace looking at the ocean and sipping beer. It was cloudy with occasional lightning. I wanted to be there till it begins to rain.<\/p>\n
I guess some 30 minutes passed and I was startled when a voice interrupted my solitude \u201cits so nice up here\u201d. I turned around to see Afreen walking with a beer. I said \u201chmm\u2026\u201d After a few moments of awkward silence, I said \u201clisten, I\u2019m very sorry for today morning. Its embarrassing. \u201c She smiled, put her hand on my shoulder, winked at me and said \u201cyou should be sorry if it was down\u201d. We both laughed out loudly. \u201cAkele, akele\u2026won\u2019t tell me what happened?\u201d we looked back as Riyaz joined us saying that. I for a moment didn\u2019t know what to say and Afreen calmly said \u201cAdi is still embarrassed about the morning incident and was apologizing. I told him that he should be sorry if it wasn\u2019t hard looking at me\u201d. While they both laughed again, I tried justifying \u201cNo… It was just the morning thing\u2026that\u2019s all\u201d. I was scared about Riyaz misunderstanding me.<\/p>\n
Afreen: What??? It wasn\u2019t because of me? Do I look so bad??? I\u2019m hurt Adi<\/p>\n
She pouted while Riyaz roared out laughing\u2026<\/p>\n
Before I could answer, it began raining. \u201cHurry! Let\u2019s get in before we get drenched\u201d I said and headed inside the house with Riyaz following me. Afreen stayed back and started shouting & playing in rain like a child. Not only was our neighbor not home but also given that their house is at a reasonable distance from ours gave us the required privacy. Riyaz and I were sipping our drink while watching her. She was in a knee length skirt and white sleeveless top \u2013 which was completely wet by now. After a few moments, she came back and pulled Riyaz and me into the rain. She just wasn\u2019t ready to take our no for an answer.<\/p>\n
We both quickly gulped our drink and joined her. All of us were drenched completely. We both were in shorts and were watching her jump and cheer like a small kid. What didn\u2019t escape our attention was the fact that the wet dress was hugging Afreen\u2019s curvy figure. That was the first time I really watched her \u2013 rather stared at her. Slim waist, perky boobs, sexy legs and an amazing butt\u2026for a moment I asked myself if I was blind not have seen her so well. Looking at her, we both were getting turned on \u2013 and our wet shorts weren\u2019t of any help in concealing our feelings.<\/p>\n
Afreen held Riayz\u2019s hand and pulled him closer for a tango. While doing so, I thought she looked down at my bulge and gave me a naughty smile\u2026or was it just my imagination???<\/p>\n
More to come…keep the feedback coming into me – <\/p>\n
The Perfect Couple – Part 1<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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