I kissed her again. The kiss was playing in my mind since morning. She responded to the kiss. She was literally kissing me back.

I need to take her on a date. No no no! Not date, just dinner.

Yes, dinner it is.

"Rishi, rise and shine, sunshine. It's um.." I looked at the time and my eyes widened. It's freaking 1.23pm.

"Rishi, get up! We overslept. It's fucking 1.23pm. We have a lot of places to visit."

"Argh! Five minutes more, please."

"Baby, do you understand IT'S FUCKING 1.23PM AND WE ARE LAGGING BEHIND OUR SCHEDULE."

"I AM UP, I AM UP, I AM UP. STOP SCREAMING," she sat there, tired-eyed and slumped.

"You look so tired munchkin," I said intertwining our fingers.

She looked beautiful even in the morning. Her hair was messy but beautifully messy covering some of her face, even her top was rolled over showing a lot of skin and just a slight of her black bra. I diverted my eyes from her petit body and looked at her alluring face.

"You are very tired, aren't you?"

"Just a little," she murmured.

"Aww..how about we stay in the hotel and have a movie marathon and eat lip-smacking food and then in the evening go out with me for dinner."

"Mmhhmmm... sounds interesting," her face lightened up making me grin.

"Now get up lazy ass."

She did not reply instead got up and went to our bags to get fresh clothes.

"I am starving. Can you order some food?" she questioned with a pout standing at the washroom's door.

"Okay, munchkin."

***

2.17pm, both Rishi and me had freshened up and were currently sprawled on the bed with my laptop in her hand. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She looked mind-blowing.

"So what are we going to watch?" She said going through Netflix. "NO! Order food first."

"What do you want to eat, cavewoman?"

"Um..chicken biryani?"

"And?"

"And whatever you like. I am a biryani-monster, all I need is biryani."

That was freaking adorable. I laughed so much initially she looked at me with a scowl but soon joined me in my laughter.

I called the room service and placed our order, till that time Rishita was scrolling through Netflix and had just stopped at something interesting, I guess because she was grinning like a lunatic.

"So what are we watching, munchkin?"

"Sherlock."

"What is it about?"

"You have not watched Sherlock? You don't know who he is?" I shook my head while she looked at me like I had grown a second head.

"No, I never got time and to be honest I hardly watch any TV series," I said rubbing the back of my head.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. Mr. Vihaan Malhotra? Are you out of your freaking mind?" she said with shock evident in her voice.

Damn! Who the heck is Sherlock? I really need to increase my knowledge in such matters.

"Stop being dramatic and tell me who he is?"

"Nope!" She said popping the 'p'.

"Fine woman. What do you want me to do?"

"We are going to do."

I raised my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes.

"Binge watching of Sherlock."

"I am all yours. By the way how many seasons are there?"

"Four."

"Episodes in each season?"

"Three."

"And duration of each episode?"

"One hour thirty minutes."

"Okay."

She started season one episode one and I found Rishita literally gaping at the laptop like it was a really big thing.

"Can you atleast--"

"Ssshhhh," she cut me off by placing her hand on my mouth.

She pointed at the laptop with her free hand and I nodded.

Damn!

She is really obsessed with the show, I guess.

Twenty four minutes in the show and my eyes are literally glued to the laptop. I have not blinked in I don't know how many minutes. This show is freaking intense. I have been living in a hole all my life.

"Thanks Rishi for making me watch this. This is gold."

"I told you. Sherlock is love, the craziest man. He is basically like a small kid."

I chuckled, "I couldn't agree more."

***

We watched two complete seasons of Sherlock and to be honest I loved it. There are things he said which are accurate. Like 'our brain is a hard drive, and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful, REALLY useful.'

"Rishi?"

"Mmhhmmm?"

"It is 6.45pm, I think you should get ready. We are going out. Remember?"

"Okay. What should I wear?"

"Saree? Have you brought one?"

"Yep!"

I took my laptop and lay down on the couch downstairs scrolling through Facebook. As much as I know Rishi, I am sure she will take a quick shower then come down. She is bloody obsessed with bathing.

After I was done with Facebook, I called the service desk to send me a list of best restaurants here. Then I thought of reading something, so I Googled about Sherlock and tons of fan pages came. Then I particularly searched of 'Science of Deduction' and boom! The first site caught my eye.

I was too occupied with my stalking that I did not see Rishita walk down the stairs. She stood in front of me with her phone in her hand and cleared her throat. I immediately looked at her and damn!

She. Looked. Fucking. Hot.

She had worn a beautiful pink saree, it showed her perfect waist, her silky smmoth skin and her hair were left open. I gawked at her. I am sure, I was about to drool.

The bell rang making her turn and shit! Her blouse was soooo revealing but hot at the same time. I felt my little friend get excited. It was trying to get a peek too but I covered it with my laptop.

Rishi definitely noticed my actions because she fucking smirked. She very well knows she's having an effect on me.

Can a laptop cover my friend? No. Definitely no.

Shit!

My wife just gave me boner.