Spicy Date


"Be ready at 6.30pm sharp" He texted me.

"Yup, I will be." I replied back.

I got dressed in a white off shoulder dress, reaching upto my ankles. I choose my matching heels, put on eyeliner, mascara and a chocolate brown lip shade.
It was the first time I was going out on date with someone. I was a bit nervous.

I reached the venue 10 minutes early. Maybe, someone was more nervous than me. He was already there, when I reached.
From the look on his face, I knew that his heart was ready to jump out of his chest.
He was trying his best to remain calm,

"You are looking beautiful" he complimented.

"Thank you" I tried to appear modest. But I had dressed to kill him and was actually feeling proud of my look.

He had dressed in a rugged blue jeans and a white T-shirt. That hard look suited him.
But he wore my favorite perfume. My senses were betraying me. His perfume had the same effect on me, that my dress had on him.

We moved to the corner table which he had booked.

"I am famished. Let's order something." He passed on the menu to me.

I choose a spicy chicken tikka sandwich. He ordered the same.

The first bite of it, and I was relishing it already. Perfect spices it had.

He took a bite and his face was all red.
" Water, I need water." And he drank the full glass of water.

After that date, I didn't ever hear from him.

May be, it was hard to digest Spicy Punjabi girls.

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