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THE TRIPLE XL - novel by chawla

CHAPTER I

So Dry

“National toppers of 2024 were uploaded a few minutes ago. Nima from Mongar HSS topped the nation with 92.25%. How can someone easily score 92.25% when we could hardly manage a pass mark? These day’s kids are so…” before I could exclaim. “Because of high CA man, high CA!” Leki bluffed egotistically. “Nima from where?” Dremi sir interrupted. “Nima from Mongar HSS sir.” “Could you show me?” Dremi sir craned his neck abnormally towards my phone. A quick glance at my phone was all it took to change Dremi sir’s face.

The air in the car tightened. I could see Leki’s face governed by seriousness for the first time as the silence guzzled the whole lively atmosphere in the car greedily. “Who is your football icon, sir?” I asked, attempting to lose the tense atmosphere.

Dremi sir instead sped the car, his shaky hand tightly grabbing the steering-wheel, his eyes wide and unblinking. The shock slowly melted into something softer and his downturned-lips trembling. Slowly, the sadness crept in and the thick atmosphere completely collapsed into a grimace of pain. The air in the car felt still, but it wasn’t peaceful as if we had stepped into something without permission.

Leki and I stood there frozen in a mix of surprise and discomfort, as Dremi sir fell apart before us. The silence stretched longer and thicker. Two of us darted our eyes around, trying to find something to focus on other than his raw, quivering face, wishing we could do something but not knowing how. But it only made awkwardness between us hung heavier and longer, almost tangible.

But all we could do was sit there not knowing whether to comfort sir, or pretend this moment wasn’t happening at all. Unsure how to bridge the distance between his hurt and our helplessness, our gazes lingered a little longer. Before Leki and I could think of anything to say, Dremi sir muttered, “He is my son,” he was soft and hesitant, smiled slightly but it was the kind of smile that didn’t match the sadness in his eyes.

“You mean Nima is your son, sir?” I asked, my voice low but firm. “Yeah…,” he admitted in a mere whisper. A broken smile escaped his face as he closed his eyes briefly as if the weight of the word was too heavy to say aloud.

“That’s new, how sir?” Words left my mouth in that rush trying to break the silence. He casted a serious glare at me and blinked a few times. I could see the surprise written all over his face. Suddenly, I realized what I had just done. I wanted to take back the words but it was already hanging in the air. Though it was the question aroused out of curiosity but it wasn’t the question he needed to hear at the moment.

The weight of my question planted another disappointment in Dremi sir. “I am sorry, sir,” I apologized, my fingers drumming nervously on my knees. I feared he might not say anything at all. But then, in the quiet space between the three of us, he exhaled softly, and his eyes flickered smoothly. But still the guilt remained twisting inside me.

“I don’t even know why I am crying. It’s quiet the tale, you know? You wouldn’t believe the journey it’s been. There is so much to unpack,” Dremi sir said, his smile finally reaching his eyes. The weight of the moment slowly lifted as we shared a brief unspoken understanding. “We would love to hear about it, sir.” I said quietly, my voice almost lost in the spaces between us.
“It’s been 14 years…,” he closed his eyes, as if the words were too hard to form. “You are not alone, sir,” Leki said. He seemed to find something solid but all I could do was wait for Dremi sir to speak, or to give me a sign that it was okay to say something.
“It’s been 14 years since I got divorced…,” “How about if we dive into the story right from the very beginning, sir?” I punctuated his conversation with bargains of curiosity.
“I won’t say no,” Dremi sir tenderly broke the cage of denial.

CHAPTER II

I Know You Do

2005 was such a beautiful year. The world was still big and unknown but it was the year of hope. There was a simplicity to life that year. People would spend evenings outside, sharing stories, children playing in the park, couples strolling hand-in-hand, their future gleaming before them like an open road, there was enough space for connections. It was the kind of year you get to live only in a novel.

In the small town and quiet streets of Paro, I was like any other man without grand purpose, just moving through the normal routine of life. The same street where I often observed others, I found myself no different from those I observed. It was that day when she was playing with a few kids, her hair falling tantalizingly in the gentle waves of her teasingly laugh, without any effort, it drew my attention.

As I passed by her, our eyes met briefly, nothing extraordinary, just a glance yet it planted something inside. It wasn’t the kind of force I had experienced before; it was subtle that easily pasted a smile on my face. She smiled as well, as if to say I see you too.
My smile deepened. There was something in my smile; light and playful. It made me clear that I wasn’t just being polite. And there we were sharing our afternoon. “Your name, beautiful?” my voice trailed off for a moment, a slight smile playing at the corner of my lips.
“Ah, I see…hehe…,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling, unlocking something profound. “Yangtsho.” “Yangtsho…?Yangtsho..?” I repeated quietly, almost to myself, tasting the name on my tongue. It was the beginning of something else that I never expected to touch my life.
“What’s yours?” She asked, returning my gaze.
“I am Dremi,” I answered, the syllables of my own name feeling so foreign to my tongue. “You are so beautiful,” unplanned words slipped clumsily. A nervous smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
A lazy smile ran across her face. ‘Was this a stupid idea?’ Something at the back of my mind clicked. “Uh, excuse me?” I said, my voice a little too loud rather than a gentle invitation. Her eyebrows knitted together slightly, a bit flustered. An awkward silence crept in, none of us knew how to fill the gap it created.
“Yeah?” Her voice was soft, nearly hesitant. She blinked again, as if processing my question and a faint blush colored her cheeks.
“Oh, thanks...hehe..” she said, her tone warming slightly. “But hey! Sometimes it’s nice to meet someone new right?” I shifted on my feet, still unsure whether this was just the beginning or ending of something.
“Yeah, it seems so...haha...,” she agreed, her laugh sounding more of shared secret joy. “You want to join us?” She said, her tone more playful now with the faintest challenge in her eyes. “I think I can handle it,” I found myself smiling along with a slight nod. Awkwardness dissolved into something new, I believe it was the beautiful beginning of something. After that, nothing new, just the normal routine like all new couples do, governed by do’s and don’ts.
It was Friday evening where I found myself awkwardly staring at the endless varieties of condoms-ribbed, ultra-thin, extra-large and some I didn’t even understand. Actually, I was looking for a ‘true fit’.
“Give me a true fit, please.” I asked the shopkeeper, my heart hammering a familiar pounding. Shopkeeper was Yangtsho’s best friend.
“Oh, you? True fit? Haha…,” she said teasingly, her eyes glinting with curiosity. Her tone brewed a storm of shyness in my chest.
I cleared my thoughts. “Well, you know…uh, it’s not what you think. Just you know, uh…,” I couldn’t find the words. I felt the crawling of embarrassment all over my face.
“Hey, relax. It’s just a condom,” she said, refilling some dignity.
I sighed, giving up any pretense, “Alright, alright. You got me,” I said, sliding eye contact with her.
“It’s a big step though. If you ever need advice, you know I am here,” her grin widened as she handed me the package. “Now go, good luck...,” her voice followed me.
My sneakers skidded as I sprinted towards the corner, sweat trickled down my back, my breath sharp and ragged. I felt like hundreds of eyes were pouring on me as I excused myself through the crowd. There it was, the old apartment building in the distance. I took the sharp turn and rounded the last corner and came to halt, chest heaving as I gathered myself – yet I was still out of breath.
“Here,” I muttered as our hands brushed briefly as I passed it over. “Thanks man,” Dhendup gratified along with a small laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Not a problem man, that’s the least I could do,” I said, a sharp breath replaced by the feeling of helpfulness.
“What did my sister say?” he said, his voice sinking into hesitation. “Nothing important, you know?” I said and stepped back. “Thanks again man,” He stretched his hand for a handshake of gratitude. It wasn’t just the small cap but the bond and the trust.

CHAPTER III

Few Breathe

The best sweater I wore wasn’t enough to fight October’s chilly wind in Paro but the date with Yangtsho did. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual, even though my heart was drumming a little loudly. “Oh, hi...,” she greeted, attempting to cast a forced smile.
“You look great,” I complimented but a little too early and suddenly felt stupid. “Thanks,” she replied. Her dark eyes studied me for a moment which made me wonder-was that really all I planned?
“You have been doing good, right?” she enquired with a wink. “Yeah, very much fine,” I blinked. “How about you?” as I reflected her question, her expression unreadable.
“I am good. So, do you often come here?” I could feel the shift of tension between us as she questioned. Something felt off like both of us trying too hard to make this work.
“Just today, why?” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. “Oh, I see,” she sighed but loaded with something deeper-suspicion. Her eyes flicked past me before it locked with mine.
“I would appreciate the truth,” she added, her voice rising. “I told the truth and you are still doubting me?” I said as I threw feelings of disbelief. “You think I would not know?” She kept pressing, her tone sharp.
“You are being crazy. I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said, still in the awe of disbelief.
“Haha…I don’t know? Am I that stupid?” Yangtsho shook her head in frustration. “You are not stupid but you are acting stupid,” I said, my mind still clouded with bewilderment.
“Where were you yesterday?” She began, her voice tight as her eyes narrowed. “Yesterday? I was at home,” I answered, confusion slamming my mind. “I can’t believe it,” she pronounced, her anger rising and her breath coming in a sharp burst.
I shook my head, still reeling in full disbelief. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” She stood rooted, sunk in complete incredulity.
“No idea, huh?” She exhaled heavily. “What was true fit for? And now you have the nerve to act confused?” She cut in her voice venomously.
“Oh, wait! Those weren’t mine.” “Oh really?” She asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.
“Yeah, it was for my friend.” “Friend?” She narrowed her eyes. “Yes, let me get this straight. It was for Dhendup. He asked me to grab it for him since it’s his sister’s shop.” I explained to her in one whole breath. My mouth was moving faster than my brain.
Yangtsho’s eyes hooked somewhere far for a long moment, clearly trying to decide whether to believe me or not.
“Should I believe you?” A small smirk played on her lips. “Yes, you must!” I gave her my best innocent looks.
“You are such an idiot.” She sighed. I nearly collapsed in relief. “So…you believe me?” “Umm..umm” She nodded.
“Maybe you should grab another one for us too...hehe..” She said with wide amused eyes.
I nearly choked in the air, “Excuse me?” She gave me a clear look and she casually said, “Relax, I am just teasing.” Then after a beat, she leaned closer and whispered. “Unless you actually want to.”
I opened my mouth, closed it. Then opened it again, words failed me, my palms went clammy. I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to take a steady breath. My stomach took a nervous flip. Yangtsho watched me struggle for a few seconds.
“Yang….Yangtsho….” I stammered, barely able to form a sentence.
“I actually want to...” My intention became extremely naked. I couldn’t believe I had said it. I held her gaze, fear whirling down my chest. I breathe thickly, every muscle in my body locking up.
“Come on, then. We aren’t kids anymore.” She added cheerfully. “Let’s go buy another one but this time ‘FOR US..”

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