Today’s Idiom – Not my cup of tea
By the time I climbed down the steps and reached the dance floor, Lalitha had already gone out through the side exit door. I hurried after her and reached a small alley located at the back of the nightclub.
“Hey, what are you doing here? I thought discotheques, loud music and crowded places are not your cup of tea. You are a genius! Your docile and innocent act had me fooled. Why did you do this to me Lalitha?” I caught hold of her hand in a firm grip and refused to let her go even though she was struggling to free herself.
“Who is Lalitha? You’ve had a little too many drinks, dude. Now let me go before I break your balls, you son of a bitch.” She shot back viciously.
I was taken aback. I had never heard Lalitha talk disrespectfully to anyone and I was appalled listening to her spewing cuss words so brazenly. The commotion was attracting people and a hefty guy with heavily built muscles walked up to me.
“Hey Monica, what’s wrong? Is this guy pestering you?” He asked with a nasty expression on his face.
“Monica? Who’s Monica?” I asked, totally bewildered, trying to make sense of the chaos.
“I’m Monica. Now get lost before you get beaten to pulp by my boyfriend.” Lalitha placed her hands on the burly guy beside her and he snaked his arms around her waist.
I lost my mind then. I’ve had many infatuations on girls in my life but I’ve never fallen in love before Lalitha came into my life. I had bared my heart and soul, trusting her to never break my heart, but she had trampled on it ruthlessly without a care. I felt a red rage unfurling in my mind and I fell on the guy before I could give it a second thought.
“Don’t you dare touch her! That’s my Lalitha, she is my fiancée, do you understand?”
Though I was several kilos lighter than the bulky man, I had the advantage of surprise because he was caught unawares. My fist connected with his jaw and both of us went sprawling down the pavement.
“Stop it you two. Just stop.” Lalitha, along with the help of other onlookers broke us apart but I was glad to see blood spurting out of his mouth.
“I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but I’m not your Lalitha. Let’s go Roy.” Lalitha pulled the man away but Roy was still seething and looked ready to pounce on me.
“Monica, let me have a go at the bastard. Look at what he did to me.” Roy was obviously not done with me but Lalitha dragged him away to his bike. As Roy revved his bike, Lalitha sat behind him with her arms around him and her body clinging to his.
I felt a stab of pain shoot right through my chest and I remembered how Lalitha had sat on my bike maintaining a distance between us. Had it really happened the same morning? Was this girl really Lalitha or just someone who incredibly resembled Lalitha in appearance?
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