When Hari Met His Saali Read Free Page A

face.
    ‘No can do, Hari. Wednesday nights are Bollywood movie nights, you
know
that!’ He hated it when she acted so domineering.
    As far as Tia was concerned the matter was settled, so she kissed him smack on the lips. She could have just enjoyed the kiss. But she didn’t.
    Oh gosh, why do I have to do everything?
    She knew Hari would have just walked away without a proper farewell. She would have been right. Thankfully, an elderly American couple noticed their public kiss and the gentleman even smiled at Tia. She glowed. She loved to indulge in PDA (Public Displays of Affection).
    Gosh, I love America! You couldn’t do this in India without getting arrested or some shit!
    As she started to walk away, Hari had to ask: ‘Should I be getting flowers or wine or something for tonight?’
    ‘If I gotta tell you everything, Hari, then we are going to need to have a long talk!’ Tia shouted back before she got in her car.
    Oh God, not another long talk!
    Hari shuddered just thinking about it. The aforementioned long talk usually meant Tia pointing out all that was lacking in him.
    What am I doing with this woman?
, he asked himself.
    Is this the man I am marrying?
, Tia asked herself, looking at Hari from her car. She took a deep breath and tilted the rearview mirror to check her face. Tia Galhotra was going to be engaged to Hari Malhotra in a matter of days.
    Oh dear, Tia, stop being so negative. It’s up to you to make him your Mr. Right. And you are going to do it!
    Tia suddenly remembered that her phone had been on silent all day. As she had flipped it open to check if there were any messages, she gasped. There were missed calls and frantic SMSs from her office all over the screen. In her excitement to check-off the whole MHC thing from her bucket list, Tia just missed the most important business call of her career. Her orgasm was forgotten. She put her car in gear and rushed to the office.
    Still earlier that morning — Los Angeles
    It’s not perfect and it bothers me.
    Tia’s left breast was marginally larger than her right. Or so she thought. She adjusted it.
    Standing naked, looking at her reflection in the full-length oval mirror in her bathroom was how Tia started every morning, almost always fearing that overnight something unattractive may have happened to her. She turned sideways to survey her well-shaped buttocks. She was happy that her lustrous hair was now cascading down her back, and if she brought it to the front it covered her ample breasts. She looked “just like Eve from Adam & Eve”— but with bigger boobs of course — she told herself recalling the famous picture of Adam & Eve that had been circulating on the Net. She had saved it to her journal.
    She had also noticed that Hari looked like the Adam in the picture. He was hairy, unkempt and grooming wise generally … ugh. That is a man in much need of evolving. She was convinced that she’d have to help him evolve quickly into a more complete man. She wanted to control his evolving. She recalled a line from a recent Halle Berry movie,
Perfect Stranger.
    “Show me the most beautiful woman and I’ll show you a man who’s tired of boning her.”
    Tia was feeling insecure. It was Wednesday, and she felt like she needed to spice up their love life. After six years of dating Hari, their love life seemed to have hit a plateau, which is why she had booked a trip from Los Angeles to Catalina Island and planned a little encounter with Hari on the plane. Plus, it was on her things-to-do’ list. It was an irrational decision, which was so unlike her, but it was going to be worth it as Catalina was just an hour’s flight,and they would be back and forth in an afternoon. The sex itself was not the point. Scratch that, actually, sex at 35,000 feet in the air
was
the point. Still, she wanted to make up to Hari. She had bigger plans for later that night with him. And it involved some advice from Jenny and an exciting shopping spree.
    Back in the office