Posted: 17 June 2014 at 10:46am | IP Logged
It was a warm evening in Bombay. Roma entered her apartment and threw her bag on the kitchen bar. It's been a hectic day at work. But she put her heart and soul into it, that's what made it so wonderfully exciting and tiring. She immediately went to the bathroom and turned the bathtub tap on. She threw in some bath salt and it instantly began to bubble. She removed her hair elastic and unbuttoned her shirt, then went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She checked her answering machine for new messages. There weren't any. She was used to that. She had no time for a private life, no romance, no thrills of that sort. She was totally focusing on her career as of yet. She started sipping on her wine on the way to the bathroom. She put the glass on the edge of the bathtub and undressed, then entered the tub sighing. "This is so nice... I really should take baths more often" she thought. She then turned the tap off and picked her phone to select some music. She picked some lazy jazz tune and then sipped some more of her wine closing her eyes.
Ok my wildcats' she opened her eyes wide this is your host for tonight, Ranbir, and you're listening to Wildcat Jazz Tunes, 84.5 FM' she let out a sigh nonstop jazz tunes for the next 3 hours, so just kick back and enjoy tonight'
Why did she flinch while hearing the radio guy say "wildcat"? She didn't even want to listen to that radio station anymore, she turned it off and decided to get out of the tub, she'd been there for a while anyway, at least 20 minutes.
She wrapped a towel around her and dried off the tips of her hair that got wet. As she did that she tilted her head upside down and froze. She had definitely seen a pair of shoes on the far right outside of the bathroom door. She slowly rose her head and just froze for a few seconds, not knowing what to believe. She had had a glass of wine, a large one too, it'd been a long day at work... she was tired. She must have imagined it all, with the "wildcat" thing and all... she was just being paranoid. And the sound of the water draining really didn't help her focus. She needed silence to think straight. Or to hear him.
She tiptoed out of the bathroom. The silence was now unbearable.
She headed towards the bedroom and carefully inspected the room. It was dark but her trained eye was very aware of her surroundings. The coast seemed to be clear, but nevertheless she went for her gun, hidden in her jewelry box. She took it out and felt the cold metal react to her still warm steamy hands.
Feeling a bit foolish she sat on her bed, still very attentive. Lots of things were going through her head. She had not seen him for 2 years now... and hewas certainly no fool. He would never be caught off-guard, even for a split second.
She soon realized she had been standing on her bed like that for at least half an hour. She let out a laugh. "How silly am I... I must get my mind around it. He wouldn't be in India. I'll never see him again."
Finally she opened a drawer and took out a nightgown, wore it and after inspecting the apartment one last time she placed her gun on the nightstand and got into bed.
As soon as she closed her eyes she heard jazz music playing and right before she could open them again - a crisp whisper Meri junglee billi... followed by the familiar laughter.