‘I’ll be fine.’ ‘No you won’t. I give it another fifteen minutes before you are shivering. Even I can feel the cold draft tonight. Just get ...nder the covers.’ ‘No, I don’t want my clothes to get all wrinkly and that laid-in and slept-in look. I know some people love that grungy look but I hate it,’ I replied sharply. Besides I hated lying around in my clothes. It made me feel like a bum. That and I was a perfectionist, always having to look my best. Which to me wasn’t really that special. Isi week me”. It was strange that I had spoken to this woman so many times before with my wife around and now I was displaying nervousness.(Very soon. I will inform Malini. This week)I looked into her eyes and asked her, “Aaj free ho kya?” She was desperate, I could sense it. I did not find any excuse to delay it further.(Are you free today?)Sunita was not exactly a beauty of sorts. An ordinary looking woman next door types. She was tall, when compared to her peers. She was 25 years old and for. I did make a shopping trip to purchase some tee-shirts with long sleeves to protect my arms from chafing by the mail. I knew that I was probably going to be excessively warm when I wore the outfit during the summer, but it seemed like I did not have much choice. Heat did not bother me all that much, so I figured that I could get by.That three weeks was a lot like waiting for Christmas when I was younger. Mom didn't know about the chain mail, so she was concerned with my restlessness. It lasted. The feeling I had repressed for so long was suddenly breaking through the barriers. I didn’t just love him, but I realized that I was IN love with him. He was everything I loved and more. His pain was my pain, and there was nothing I wanted more than to appease that pain and make it go away. I wanted him to be happy. I realized that… I wanted to make him happy. I just wanted him to be happy with me. No one else would ever love him the way I did, and no one else would ever be good enough for him.