Spirit's Love Life

Once back home, I gave a quick call to my mom and Zara. Both of them sounded glad I was safely home and would not be indulging in any more adventures.

After a long day, Armaan and I were finally alone. I had so many questions for him, but I didn't know where to begin. I thought a hot bath might relax me and get my grey cells working again.

"It was a very long day," I commented inanely.

"True," Armaan murmured, looking embarrassed about the stuff I'd discovered.

"I'll go for a bath. Will you be okay here?"

"I've been managing for three months, Amrita. I think I'll manage for another couple of hours. Go ahead, I'll be fine."

"Alright."

I went into the bathroom and started the water in the tub. I closed the curtain tightly before starting to undress. He has been with ninety-six women; it is not like you have anything he hasn't seen. The jealousy in the errant thought annoyed me. I tried to relax in the hot water, trying to feel it as it entered my pores and soothed them, but the thoughts in my head kept spinning. Eventually, I couldn't handle it.

"ARMAAN!" I called out.

His response was immediate. "What happened? Are you okay?"

From the distance of his voice, I could tell he was standing just outside the bathroom.

"Umm, could you come inside the bathroom a bit?" I spoke softly, trying not to blush.

"Just inside the bath, not the curtain."

He sounded confused, probably because of the lecture I had given him just that morning.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I have too many questions and they refuse to wait until my bath is over."

"Alright." This time, he was definitely closer.

I waited for him to settle down, gently soaping my loofah.

"So, Amrita, tell me. What are the questions you are so eager to ask?"

"Lots of stuff."

"Where do you want me to begin? My parents, my accident, or my love life?"

At the last phrase, I blushed; glad I didn't have to look at him. I wanted to discuss all three, but just in case the discussion exceeded the length of the bath, I preferred to begin at the end.

Love life? What a joke! Ninety-six women can't make a love life, it's called sex life.

"Let's start at your so-called love life."

My sarcasm only poorly camouflaged the jealousy, and by the smile in his voice, I knew he knew it.