half-girlfriend-chetan-bhagat

isk steps away from me.
‘Riya,’ I said.
She stopped. However, she didn’t turn towards me. Her hands
froze, as if uncomfortable.
‘Please,’ I said.
She semi-turned towards me.
‘Hi, Madhav.’
I stood squarely in front of her.
‘I want to talk. Five minutes,’ I said.
‘Anything important?’
'To me it is. Five minutes?’
'I'm listening.’
We stood in a dark corridor, facing each other stiffly, as it in
confrontation. It didn’t seem like the right place to talk. I saw her face.
She was still the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Even
though we were in the middle of what seemed like a world war, I
wanted to kiss her. That is how sick the male mind is. It can forget the
entire context of a situation and follow its own track.
'I said I’m listening,’ she said. I flushed out the sick thoughts front
my mind.
‘Not here. Somewhere private?’
‘Oh, really?’ she said.
I realized it had come out all wrong.
‘Sorry, not like that. Somewhere we can sit, face to face. And it
isn’t so dark.’
‘The cafe?’ she said.
‘Now? It’s packed with the DU crowd.You won’t get a table.’
‘Listen, I have plans. I have to go,’ she said.
‘Okay, the cafe then. Fine.’
We walked to the cafe. As expected, lines to enter extended all the
way outside.
‘It is crowded. Is it okay if we talk in my car?’ she said.
I looked at her. She seemed to have calmed down a little.