‘Should we make love?’ I winked at her.
‘Don’t test your luck, Mr Malhotra, I shall turn violent.’ She pushed me aside
and came to the living room. She switched on the TV.
‘What’s with this attitude, Ananya? You are supposed to win my folks over,’ I
said.
‘You can win over normal people. Not rude, insensitive people who insult
guests,’ she said.
‘So you will stay inside that room and sulk?’ I switched the TV off.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ she said.
‘If you listen to me, you will be able to navigate her.’
‘I am all ears,’ she said dryly.
‘Dinner,’ I said.
‘Dinner what? Do you guys talk anything but food? What was that? She asked
what they served us on the plane? Like the first thing when you landed.’
I opened the fridge and took out two Frootis. I gave her one.
‘She is going to come back from her walk and prepare dinner. Offer to help
her, it is a good start.’
‘Help her?’ She poked a straw into the Frooti with more force than necessary.
‘You know, make a dish or two. Or if you want to bowl her over, make the
dinner tonight.’
‘What? Are you crazy, I’ve never made full dinner.’
‘Really?’ I slurped noisily at my drink.
‘Don’t “really” me. Did you ever learn to cook?’
‘No, but I studied all the time.’
‘I went to IIMA, too.’
‘Yeah but,’ I said and paused.
‘Yeah but, what? I am a girl, so tough luck, baby. There’s the kitchen,’ she said
and tossed the Frooti carton on the table.
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