It was a rainy Friday evening.
Heavy lighting and thunder showers. Every damn thing was wet and dripping on earth. Nothing was heard except for the “chho” sound of the rain and the heavy thunder breaking open the sky in-between. The rains were drumming of the roof tops and splashing all around.

Ramya reached home like a drenched chicken. The 5 mins drive from office to home in her new scooty pep was enough to get her drenched to the core.

She had to go straight into the bath to dump all her wet cloths into the washing machine, and for a shower. She did truly enjoy that 15 mins shower after the rains. As she came out of the bath, she could sense that the rains had weakened to a drizzle. She pulled out a plain blue saree from her cup board and wore it. Her hair was dripping water where ever she went. She thought of some strong coffee and entered the kitchen.

Someone was knocking at the door.

“Whose that?” She enquired from the kitchen.
“Rums, Its me da,” it was Ryan
“Ryan, come in da, the door is open” she replied
“I’m in the kitchen, come here” she added

Ryan was introduced by a friend. She had known him for quiet some time.

“Climate is awesome nah? I enjoyed the rains, got completely drenched. Did you enjoy?” she started her blah blah even without turning back.

His eyes fell on the droplets of water on her smooth back, the curved hip that was visible behind the plain blue saree. The drops of water that flowed down carrying the other drops on its way. Slowly one by one the drops started flowing down.

He wasn’t able to lift his eyes from there.
“Hey Ryan, Where are you looking?” she asked him naughtily with some false anger.
“Would like some Coffee??” She asked
“Yeah sure” He kept gaping at her, till she filled the mugs
“Lets go to the terrace” She insisted
She was looking gorgoeus in the transparent blue saree touching her curved hip and the drops of water. Those drops that fell from her hair to her shoulder and then gently down. The wet hair cascading the face, those inviting glossy lips…
He followed her silently, totally lost.

The rains had completely stopped. The droplets on the leaves were so large that it made the leaves hang down. There were puddles of water on the muddy street. The sky was still grey showing signals of further rain. The moist cold breeze was gently blowing.

They sat there on the parapet wall, sipping their coffee. Just beside was the jasmine climber overloaded with flowers, the alluring aroma and the drops of water hanging on to them was intoxicating.

He was silent.

"Why are you so silent? What happened you today?? Why you looking at me like a mad guy?? Are you alright??" Ramya teased him
"Rums… !!" He hesitated
"Tell da" she was looking down
"Hey Ryan look outisde. A school kid fell. So sad …her books also fell down, lemme go and help her…" she was about to keep her cup and go down.
He held her hand "Rums, help me first"
She showed him a puzzled interrogative expression on her face

He rose from the chair, held her face with his hands and tightly kissed her lips. He then carried her down into her apartment.

It started raining heavily again.The heavens poured like hell. It was thunder and lightling again. The rains lasted for more than an hour.

Ramya was lying on his chest nude under the white cover.

"That weekend, he kept thinking about Ramya. He met Arun at the regular CCD.  It was Arun who introduced him to Ramya

“It was not just sex this time, you know we made love”, he smiled sipping his Cappuccino.
“Hey you flirt, Oh my God, What am I hearing, I’m surprised”, Arun replied.
“She is gorgeous, intelligent and I am head over heels”
“I’m happy for you da. Finally you found your one. So did you call her after coming back?”
“No. I’m planning to call her this evening. I’m excited”

Dia came over to Ramya’s place anxious to know what happened.

“So how did the date go?” Dia was curious
“Nothing exciting da. We ended up in bed and had sex.”
“You guys spoke after that?”
“No, we haven’t. It was just a fling. No strings attached” Ramya was cool
“Are you sure? What if, he really liked you?”
“I don’t know.  Well, I think he was just another guy. I will move on” She smiled to her self. Ryan didn’t have a clue that it was Ramya who planned this on the first drops of rain.

A female desire would be hidden but she knows how to execute it to perfection.