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Woman's Era - - Short Story - By Su­man Bajpai

he am­bi­ence of the restau­rant was very beau­ti­ful and ro­man­tic. Radha was dressed in her finest. She was wear­ing pink off­shoul­der top and knee­length black skirt, and Debu was look­ing so debonair! There were no lights only each ta­ble had its own can­dle, and there even was a woman walk­ing around the ta­bles play­ing soft, melodic mu­sic on a vi­o­lin.

Radha had heard a lot about this restau­rant that its at­mos­phere ac­tu­ally put any un­ro­man­tic per­son into a ro­man­tic mood, es­pe­cially men. Al­though Radha had not planned very strate­gi­cally to ac­tu­ally try this idea but she was very ex­cited. She looked at Debu. He was en­joy­ing the evening but she did not find any sign of ro­man­ti­cism on his face. She slowly touched his hand, but he was more in­ter­ested in sip­ping his drink. Radha was just dy­ing to ex­pe­ri­ence the ro­man­tic am­bi­ence herelf and see the ef­fect she hoped it would have on Debu. The restau­rant had been ev­ery­thing she dreamt it would be. How could a man not be in a ro­man­tic mood af­ter hav­ing din­ner in that at­mos­phere?

They had a quiet din­ner. In any case Debu talks less and while eat­ing he hates to talk as he wants to en­joy ev­ery bit of his food. Yes, he is a foodie. But this time Radha was adamant, so on the drive home, she reached over and rested her hand on his shoul­der, softly ca­ress­ing his neck. Then she had started play­ing with his hair. That should be enough of a hint as to what was on her mind. But, af­ter this un­for­get­table evening, she didn't want to take any chances.

"This was such a ro­man­tic evening. Guess what I'm in the mood for tonight," she whis­pered.

Debu gave her a quick glance and smiled.

"Why? What hap­pened? What are you up to, Radha. Please no pranks. Your pranks are re­ally child­ish. Grow up and sit prop­erly. I am driv­ing."

"Oh, dear, just let your imag­i­na­tion run wild. We've got about 10 more min­utes be­fore we get home." Radha had tried to make her voice se­duc­tive, but she was not very sure about Debu. In fact, she doubted her love and se­duc­tion skills at that mo­ment.

er mind pic­tured a num­ber of ro­man­tic sce­nar­ios for when they got home. Like Debu com­ing up from be­hind, putting his arms around her, and kiss­ing her neck. Or tak­ing her hand gently in his and lead­ing her into the bed­room. Or ac­tu­ally sweep­ing her into his

Dis­ap­point­ment started to well up inside her but, af­ter this beau­ti­ful evening, she wasn't going to give in to it. She crawled un­der the cov­ers and snug­gled up to Debu, putting one arm un­der his shoul­ders and run­ning her fin­gers up his in­ner thigh with the other... higher and higher. The restau­rant had been ev­ery­thing she dreamt it would be. How could a man not be in a ro­man­tic mood af­ter hav­ing din­ner in that at­mos­phere? They had a quiet din­ner. In any case Debu talks less and while eat­ing he hates to talk as he wants to en­joy ev­ery bit of his food. Yes, he is a foodie.

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