Rehaana - the beginning
Rehaana - part 2 - the twilight
Rehaana - part 3 - the phone call
Rehaana - part 4 - the first period
Rehaana - part 5 - the dreamer waits
"Wow, you live in a big house" he said as he entered the bungalow...
"Yes, It is one of the few things that gives me space"
"Where are your in-laws"
"They've gone visiting him in the US"
"Tea or Coffee"
"Tea, i like coffee more but burnt my lining with it few years back, ever since my system won't let me get near it"
"You like it milky?"
"No, not really, just a little bit of the milk; i like milk as it is, so when i feel like milk, i have milk" he grinned
She looked at him like that, the raised eyebrow, just the way he had imagined it
"You make nice tea, even though I can cook, I can't make decent tea"
"Thanks, used to make tea as a kid, I make superb tea" she said with a proud smile
"Wow I wish I was living in a pretty house like this instead of the stupid hotel"
"Why don't you?" She wasn't sure why she said that, but she didn't regret saying it either. "Though, only if you promise to be a gentleman"
"Not if you don't want to, geez"
"No it's not that, it seems you caught the author off guard with this"
"He didn't imagine me doing this, did he"
"Does it look like, he could've"
She smiled. He moved in saturday morning into the guest room. He wasn't sure how this was gonna work out, but sometimes you don't think, you don't ponder you just do.
"Let's go watch a movie" she was looking chirpy, tired from the whole week of work,but still chirpy, there was a hidden energy in her that came out in bursts, when she let it
"Cool, which one?"
"Confessions of a Shopaholic good for you?"
"You really trying to stump the author today no" he chuckled "but I don't mind chickflicks, infact i dont mind anything except sad films if they are made well...sad films are a no no...so yes sounds good"