Page 114 of Made in Mumbai

“Hmm?” She tested playfully, meeting his eyes.

“Hmm.”

She shook her head. “You are just starting to feel. And trust me, you will feel everything with MM and me.”

Gautam smirked.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You called her MM.”

“Megha!” She clarified. “Megha! Megha,” she gnarled to herself, making him laugh. Gautam kissed her neck, holding her securely, letting all of his life float away into her. And she turned and opened her mouth for his kiss, accepting all of his life before her, the good and the bad, and trapping him into her. Forever.

If he was the sea, she was where he ended now. And now he discovered, that his journey’s destination wasn’t Mumbai. It was Maya.

On second thoughts — were the two any different?

She pulled back, laying her head on his shoulder, looking out at that exact same spot where they had sat as naive 19 year-olds.

“Oye, M?”

“Hmm?” She glanced up.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

She grinned back, reaching up to nuzzle his nose — “Nothing.”

2034 Gundee Awards 3.0

October, 2034

And that is how I got the girl, the girl’s girl, and two more girl’s girls.

*More, more, more.*

What more? That’s it.

*We want more! We want more!*

Alright, let’s open the buffet…

*Maya hip-butting Gautam to the side*Get away. I’ll give you more. So…

EPILOGUE: The Tale of G, M, mm, m1 & m2

— MAYA —

Is leaky roof really better than a leaky umbrella?

Drip.Water fell into her eye. Maya squinted.No.

“How long will it take?” She skipped aside, waiting for the couple before them to be blessed by the Punditji.

“You wanted to run and get married,” Gautam grumbled, holding Megha securely in his arms. The temple was alive with sounds of bells and gongs, people praying, chanting, talking. The Mumbai summer heat made her perfectly slicked bun feel greasy too.

“Why did I say I wanted to run and get married?” Maya wiped the sweat off her brow, eyeing the leaky roof of the crumbling temple and the water droplets looking threateningly down at her.

“Don’t fall,” she threatened.

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