Marriage - Part 3

That night, as Kishor sat relaxing with Bhavna in front of the TV, he again felt his paunch. He had become lazy and soft. Little things tired him easily. He had to do something about his it.
"Weighty issues on your mind ?" , he heard Bhavna saying. How did she know?? The lady did know him, more than he expected.
"Why dont we do something about it? An early morning jog does wonders", she continued. It was worth a try, he readily agreed.
He felt himself being shaken, Bhavna was whispering gently into his ear... What?? It was morning already? He glanced at the bedside clock, it said 5.30 AM. Not used to getting up too early, he was still rubbing his eyes. By the time he was up in a t-shirt and shorts, Bhavna was already in her shoes, dressed in a pink jogging pant and grey t-shirt. He briefly admired how nicely the pants emphasized her form. But again, sleep took over and he longed for a bed. Bhavna had taken his hands and was leading him through the stairs below. As they reached, he started reaching for the gates when he heard his wife call out to him. "Where are you going?" , she was asking. "I thought we were out to take a walk.." , he said. "Our colony isnt the place to walk, I know of a nice track amidst a hillock 10 mins from here".
"But how would we get.." , he broke off.... There was no need for that question, since Bhavna had already gotten the Yamaha off its stand. He staggered sleepily towards her and sat on. He was too sleepy even now to think clearly. With her husband sitting behind her, Bhavna was pushing the bike with her feet outside the building. She was thoughtful enough not to wake the other residents up with the bike's rather noisy engine. Her husband glanced around to see if anyone else was around at this hour. There werent any.
Once outside, a swift kick from the lady brought the bike to its life, and they were off. Still groggy, he lay his head on her shoulders. The morning breeze was cool, gently blew her hair across his face, and he loved it. Far too soon for his comfort the ride was over, and they were in a nice hilly region covered in greenery. The spent a pleasant time liesurely walking through them. He didnt even realise when they had started walking hand in hand. He Enjoyed the conversation too. Far too soon , it was time to turn back. When they reached the bike, he felt Bhavna thrusting the keys of the bike into his hands. "What .." , he began again, but realised that he hadnt ridden the bike properly since its 're-birth'. He got on and kicked, and surprisingly, it caught on. Now to get hang of the tricky clutch, which was once such an integral part of him, that it almost felt like he was moving one of his own body parts. But no luck, he stalled again. It was getting trickier by the day for him. Besides, this was no time to experiment as it was already getting late for office. He was more than glad when he felt his wife get down, and he readily slid back onto the pillion seat.
They got home... and he got ready in record time. But it was still tight. And then there was the bus stop which needed getting to. "I guess it will be too tight a margin for you to get to the bus", he heard her saying. She had already thrown a scarf over her head, bike keys in hand. He was greatful for the wonderful understanding the lady showed. She dropped him some distance from the stop, since she had correctly guessed he still didnt want to be seen riding behind her.
And so it continued, for the entire week, she came without fail to pick him up from the bus stand. He also regularly went for a walk in the morning, because his wife always dropped him so that he wouldnt be late for the bus by a few minutes.
Just like he did, everyday, without fail all those years back, tailed and followed Bhavna. Always ensured she never missed her bus, or dropped her to her college, if she did. On the motorcycle. That was how he had wooed her in the first place.
Was she trying to do something similar now ?

(To be continued.. )