Mohith and Chaya (chapter 6-7)

Chapter 6

"Do you like shrimp? I just love it."

"Yep I like shrimp and I love crab but I'm allergic to crab! Life is cruel" said Chaya, reaching for the sautéed tiger shrimp which looked so tempting in a delicious shade of pink.

Chaya found out that she was allergic to crab, very late in her life. She had a lot of sweet and sour crab one day and ended up looking like a suffocating swollen orange. From that day onwards Mohith also didn't even mention crab even though he loved it.

"Well I am not" said Nimesh and went diving into the crab salad.

The salad bar at the luxury hotel was impressive. Exotic salads with an assortment of seafood, meat and vegetables put on an almost aesthetic display of colour and beauty.

"You know what Chaya, this training is starting to get a little bit boring. No complaints about the food though. What do you say we skip naptime and Dr. Patrick's little bed time story and head off to shoot some pool or something?"

"You know I can't do that Nimesh. I can't be fooling around with you. I am engaged!"

"Ah right! I forgot. You have the ring of ownership on you, Lord of the Rings."

He frowned.  

"By the way I saw you make a call in the morning. Mohith? How is he? Enjoying the beer and the European women no doubt"

"Give him a break Nimesh. He's all alone over there and the only thing he can do is drink. I know Mohith. He doesn't fool around with other girls. He loves me more than his life"

This was true for after meeting Chaya Mohith didn't even look at another woman. He was a devotee of Chaya and worshiped her every single day.

"The best part of my day"

Chaya remembered Mohith's sweet voice as he greeted her every morning and took her to breakfast. Mohith was a real romantic, Chaya knew, and loved to be pampered and spoiled by him. Yet there was just something about Nimesh that made Chaya want to explore further. He was totally different from Mohith and made Chaya feel like a normal girl on whom a normal guy was hitting on.

Dr. Patrick's presentation was indeed boring to Chaya. The great food made her sleepy and left her longing for Mohith. Just as she was dozing off to dream land with Mohith, Nimesh whispered in her ear

"Hey babes don't sleep on me now ok. I can't be listening to this guy all by myself. Lets go somewhere. Anywhere you want. I promise I'll be a gentleman"

This did sound tempting to Chaya for she was already asleep and wanted to hold Mohith in her arms.

"Ok Nimesh you win. Let's get out of here. Take me bowling"

Chaya loved bowling. Mohith had taught her how to bowl and she has been a fan ever since. She used to go bowling with Mohith all the time. She remembers how he held her close while pretending to teach her the correct follow through and how he kissed her when she made a strike. She always tried to strike for she loved to see Mohith's sweet face and cuddly arms just waiting to send her to a place she didn't want to return from. All the beer and the dinner after bowling almost always ended up in bed. They loved each other very much and made love all night trying to merge their bodies into one silhouette of love, trust, pleasure and happiness. The thought of bowling was like a cappuccino for Chaya and she got up excitedly as the adrenaline of expectation rushed through her body.

In a split second Nimesh and Chaya had vanished to a place of excitement, expectations and risk. They had unknowingly started a chain of events that would end in tragedy. Yet it was impulsive and both of them enjoyed the gush of excitement filling their bodies like a twenty-year-old Scotch whisky, home made, in a small, cold and dark Scottish village.    

Chapter 7

The dust seemed to be settling and for the past two weeks Mohith pretty much kept to himself. He was either in class or in his room. He didn't go out much. Not even to the bar downstairs to watch the football world cup and have a "Wissebier".

Mohith was not a big football fan. He didn't even understand what all the excitement was about. India was not a country known for its football but if cricket was mentioned, Mohith was all ears. "Never talk about religion or cricket when in India", they say. Both the words are the same to the Indians. They are so very passionate about it and get offended often.

Mohith loved the parties in Germany that came with the world cup. It was crazy and colorful. Every one was dressed in bold colors that screamed support for their favorite team. The sweet but strong smell of beer in the streets, the shouting, the dancing and the music just overwhelmed any one who wasn't expecting it or ready for it. Mohith came to Germany during the world cup to enjoy this new sensation. He immediately liked it and fell in love with it. He often went to the German and Irish pubs to have some of the best beer he had ever tasted along with a game of football on the big screen. Weiss bier, a very much sort after German beer which translated to white beer, and the shouts and cheers of the enthusiastic football fans were Mohith's favorite mix for a Friday evening; and yet he did not even go out on Friday.

The phone rang. After two dreaded weeks the phone finally rang. Mohith was all cuddled up in his thick blanket and was trying to sleep. It had become warmer in Germany and the summer was really in full swing. Mohith was sweating and didn't really enjoy it. He escaped the hot summer of India to come to a place where he didn't have to sweat and yet now ironically he had no choice.

"Damn summer weather. They take away the fans and the air-conditioning because it's cold most of the year and conveniently forget to put it back when it's hot"

Mohith was soaking in sweat and yet he cuddled himself even more in the thick blanket for he wanted to feel something that would comfort him. The sweat reminded him of home and Chaya. Between the soaked bed linen and the thick blanket, Mohith managed a little peace of mind and a soft smile.

"Hello Mohith. How are you?"

A soft and sad voice flowing through the receiver greeted an excited and sweating Mohith.

"I'm ok Chaya. How are you?"

"I'm fine"

The words lingered followed by a long sigh.

"Didn't you miss me even a little bit Mohith?"

Now the soft voice was getting softer and was on the brink of tears.

"Of course I missed you. I missed you so much. Please don't cry. It's been two weeks since we last spoke and... and I want to apologize..."

Mohith was also fighting tears and was at a loss to explain whether the tears were of joy from hearing his beloved's voice or from absolute regret from not calling her sooner.

"I have... I have something to tell you"

The soft voice was unrecognizable now. Mohith could just imagine Chaya's face as the tears flowed down her rosy cheeks onto her bosom. He was so angry with himself for not being at her side holding her tight to his chest. He fought off the pain and tried to act the commonly defined part of the "man".

"What is it Chaya? Tell me"

The words that followed changed Mohith's life forever.