Neetu aur main kitchen mein khade the jab Bhawna apne kamre se nikal kar aane lagi. Bhawna ko aate dekh Neetu dheemi awaaz mein mujhse boli: Ab Bhawna...ki zindagi tumhare hath mein hai Akash, ab se tum wahi karoge jaysa main tumse kahungi. Warna sochlena.Bhawna kitchen mein akar mujhse boli: Tumhara phone baj raha tha, pata nahi call tha ya message. Par baj rahi thi.Main to wayse bhi Neetu ke paas se bhagna chahta tha. Ye sunte hi main bola: Haan woh shayad ghar se hoga.Itna kahkar main kitchen. All this "you love me" crap.Damn, it was nice.He came back after a few minutes, grabbed clothes, and started putting them on. "Get dressed. All your stuff is on that chair there. Meet you downstairs." Then he was gone.Jesus, what a fucking puzzle.I got dressed, got downstairs, and found him in the kitchen. The coffee was brewing, and he was frying bacon. "Jeez, look at this!" I said. "How domestic!" Mom made sure I learned how to cook. How do you take your eggs?" Sunny side." A guy cooking for. "Time to get up, sleepy head. You have a busy day today."It takes me a few moments to realise where I am. It obviously amuses Neena but she doesn't give me any time to recover my wits. "Here," she says, "the keys to your belt. Please remove it and the ... ah ... accessories. They will all need washing. Then get washed yourself..."The water is hot and refreshing; thank goodness. I am fully awake at last. I turn to face Neena who throws me my towel. By staying with me, she has made sure I have no. Your legs weak and your head tottering slowly, hair falling about your back and shoulders, searching for your pillow. I kiss you softly on your lips and again pick you up, coddling you close to me like a child, like a soul that I love so deeply. I carry you and place you gently into the warm waters of the bath that I have drawn for you. The healing waters breach the contours of your body and it envelops you completely. Being submersed in a blanket of warmth your muscles begin to relax, crying.