When they arrived at the airport, they were welcomed by the check-in call. At that as Vidya’s girls waved them goodbye, he heaved a sigh of relief, though he knew it was unbecoming on his part. Anyway as they boarded the plane, he tried to make up for the lost time by reaching for his bride's lips.
“Wait till the landing,” she said raising her hand to fending off his advance.
“You mean in your lap,” he said sinking into her.
“I mean in our Misty Nest,” she said pulling him by the hair.
“I’ll make you pay for it,” he feigned anger.
“I’m prepared for that,” she said winking at him.
“Let me see how,” he said as he mock scanned her.
“Am I not well armored?” she dropped the pallu.
“Are there any chinks?” he raised his head to assess her assets.
“Recced enough,” she said bringing herpallu back into position.
“Seems handful either way,” he said without taking his eyes off her bosom.
“Oh,” she said feigning disappointment, “I thought you could be a legman.”
“Believe me,” he said winking at her, “I love all of you.”
“But beware of my waist,” she said smiling, “when you have a roll.”
While she cooed coyly, as if on cue, he fondled her at her midriff.
“Any chick on the chink?” he crooned in her ear, reaching for her crotch.
“Trespassers are prosecuted,” she said locking her thighs.
“What if I gatecrash?” he said ardently.
“I’ll make you labor all your life,” she said naughtily.
As he sank into her lap in mock exhaustion, she caressed his hair with innate affection. As if the air hostess got wind of his condition, she came up with some refreshments.
“What a pretty air hostess you would have made,” he said biting the cutlet.
“Why not ask the passengers?”
“Why wake up the sleeping dogs?”
“Be sure, I'll keep you awake.”
“What’s the menu for the night?” he winked as he wiped his mouth.
“That which keeps you awake all night,” she said winking back at him, “served on a virgin platter.”
He leaned over her to look down the window to see whether they had reached New Delhi.