Mark:
(I held her hands and kept kissing her...)
"Damn it!!!"
Suddenly, I heard a voice… and realized I forgot to lock the door!!!
I looked toward the door — and there he was — my stupid brother already inside, standing beside the bed with his eyes popping out in shock.
Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him.
He ran off. Ugh! How could I forget to lock the door?
I looked back at Khushi — she must've been embarrassed to death.
She was hiding her little face in my shirt.
But luckily, I was on top of her and my shirt was open — so she was fully covered.
Thank God.
"Relax," I said softly. "He's gone now."
Khushi:(narrating)
What the hell!!! Someone walked into our room without knocking?!
And now of all times?!
Mark was on top of me — but thankfully his shirt covered me…
I was too embarrassed to even look at who entered.
Judging by the voice, it was his younger brother.
But why him?! He's still a kid… ugh.
So embarrassing.
Even after he left, I kept my face buried in Mark's shirt.
Mark:
(I tapped on her head. She peeked out like a cute kitten.)
"It's all because of you. I forgot to lock the door!"
Khushi:
"Me?! What did I do? You were the one saying I should lock the door — and then you forgot?"
Mark:
"Yeah, but that's because your beauty distracted me… I got carried away by the moment."
(I got up, walked to the door, and locked it.)
"Huh… there, now it's locked."
Khushi:
"Wah, seriously?! Now it's my fault that I'm pretty?"
Mark:
"No way — it's my fault that I can't stop staring at you and forgot about everything else."
Younger Brother:(narrating)
After saying sorry, I ran straight to the lawn. I needed air.
Yash:
"There you are. Where's Mark? And why are you running?"
Younger Brother:
"First… give me something cold to drink… huuhhh."
Yash:(handing him a glass of cold drink)
"Here — relax. Don't choke yourself."
Younger Brother:(after gulping it down in one go)
"Phew… thank God I didn't see anything else. That was close."
Yash:
"What? Where's Mark?"
Younger Brother:
"He's in his room."
Yash:
"So… did you remind him to pick up Ishana?"
Younger Brother:
"No. I didn't get the chance."
Yash:
"What?! That was the only reason you went!"
Younger Brother:
"Yeah… but it didn't exactly go as planned. What could I do?"
Yash:
"What are you talking about? I'll go ask him myself."
Younger Brother:
"You better not go!"
Yash:
"Why not?"
Younger Brother:
"I can't explain it. But just… don't."
Yash:
"This is nonsense. It's getting late. He has to pick up Ishana. I'm going."
Younger Brother:
"Suit yourself. But don't say I didn't warn you…"
Yash:(thinking)
What's wrong with this guy? He's acting like he just saw something wild…
Wait a minute — he looks exactly like the first time I showed him porn…
Haha.
(He walks off and reaches Mark's room. It's locked. He knocks.)
Khushi:
"This is your fault. Anyway, let's just get ready. We're already late."
(I get off the bed.)
Mark:
"How can you leave me like this… aroused and frustrated?"
(I looked down at myself.)
"How am I supposed to walk around like this?"
Khushi:
"Shut up, Mark! What if someone hears you? Lower your voice."
Mark:
"So what if they hear? You're my wife. Not someone else's."
"Why should I be afraid?"
Khushi:
"There's a lot of work outside. We should go help. Everyone must be wondering where we are — they've probably all gathered on the lawn by now."
Mark:
"Hmm… and what about this?" (gesturing down)
Khushi:
"Just take a cold shower. You'll be fine."
Mark:
"Nope. I don't feel like showering today."
(I walked to her, grabbed her wrist gently, and pulled her close.)
"I'd prefer… a different kind of shower."
Khushi:
"Shut up, Mark! I need to wear this saree!"
Mark:(holding her cheek, leaning in for a kiss)
"Just one…"
Knock Knock!!
Mark:
"Not again. Why does everyone have such great timing?"
Khushi:(laughing lightly)
"Go. We can continue later."
Mark:
"Fine." (Buttoning his shirt, walking to the door.)
(Opens the door and walks out)
"What the hell is wrong with you guys? Can't I get five minutes of peace?"
Yash:(startled, noticing something odd)
He came out annoyed. And… wait — are those red marks on his lips?!
Lipstick??
Crap. He was busy.
"Uh… bro, just wanted to make sure you remember. You have to pick up Ishana."
Mark:
"Of course I remember. I know what time it is."