Deepika sat in her apartment dolled up pretty for the weekend date. She wore a polo neck red sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Ranveer would pick her up in half an hour and they would leave together for Olive Bar in Khar, her favorite.

The restaurant had a wonderful ambiance with soft lighting and ingrown trees, far cry from the noisy damp city it was in. It was Olive or Aurus in Juhu, Ranveer's pick, a natural setting eatery still but the open-air experience irritated Deepika a bit. It was a little less private.

She threw the socks on the sofa beside her and absentmindedly fished an antiperspirant from several spray cans crowded on the dresser, wondering what exactly does it mean to give someone a second chance.

What do I do that would count as the 'Second Chance'?

Should he even know?

But won't he obviously behave better if he knew?

Isn't that the point, that he becomes better?

But won't that be bullying him to change?

And most importantly, what if he doesn't care?

After a vigorous, shake she covered her feet with a copious amount of antiperspirant. It was going to be a nervous evening and she didn't want her feet to smell.

Ranveer checked the white lilies in his hands –fresh, he thought– he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt walking out of the elevator and pulled loose his tie. His well-groomed hair, trimmed beard, and tweezed eyebrows made him look like a metro-sexual lumberjack in a suit.

The relationship as well as Deepika's mood these days was in the doldrums. He was struggling to decide if he wanted to be in a relationship with Deepika, though he was sure he had genuine feelings for her, it was pretty apparent Deepika had already zeroed on her decision. He decided he would wait until she makes it clear if she wants to be with him or not.

He moved with unsure steps and reached the apartment door. Her neighbor across the corridor, a middle-aged woman, peered out of her door leering at Ranveer. He felt her eyes on his neck and turned with a smile. She grinned.

She pulled at her low-neck kurta so that her cleavage was visible. Ranveer wasn't sure if he saw raised nipples on her heavy breasts, sort of, resting on her massive tummy.

He rang the bell.

"Date?"

Ranveer jumped. "Yea," he said with an awkward smile. She stood at the door, sneering creepily. He turned back and rang the bell again. Something was unsettling about waiting for someone with a bouquet in hand.

Ranveer stood at the door for what seemed to him like an hour. He couldn't ignore the woman while her pinching eyes and cocky sneer unnerved him.

And then Ranveer's eyes widened at what he saw. The woman's kurta hung over her pot belly. The sides where the front and back flaps met, he saw skin.

The woman's trousers were so low that Ranveer could see she was wearing no panties. Her hand behind the flap of the kurta covering her modesty moved rhythmically.

Ranveer instinctively banged the door, fearing if he looked back at the woman again, he would find trousers on the floor, and the hand moving with more vigor.

The door opened but he still rang the bell as if his brain was on auto-pilot.

"Hey!" said Deepika.

Ranveer rushed in almost knocking Deepika down. Deepika, alarmed by his behavior, gawked open-mouthed. She saw sweat beads on Ranveer's forehead. He looked scared.

Deepika rushed out to check if he had seen a ghost just in time to find her neighbor's door bang closed.

She looked back at him. "What was it?"

Ranveer didn't know what it was, why did he feel threatened. There was probably no way that woman could have physically forced herself onto him, but still, he felt... used. Like an object.

He couldn't find words to explain it to Deepika.

This might have been a funny scene in Bollywood slapstick, but Ranveer couldn't find anything comedic in being at the receiving end of it.

Deepika walked in and closed the door still waiting for an answer.

"Your neighbor. She was masturbating. At the door."

There was silence for a brief moment.

"What!"

Ranveer was glad she wasn't laughing. But the very next moment, something came over him and he started laughing himself. His mind couldn't process the fact that it could happen with a man like Ranveer, and the only way it thought it could cope up with this unusual incident was to laugh at it.

Deepika was confused.

"I don't know, man," said Ranveer. "It was so weird. I mean she couldn't have harmed me in any manner, but....but... just the fact it happened without my approval creeps me out a bit."

"I understand. You should have confronted her then and there. Then she would have backed out."

"Honestly it felt like I was imagining it. Like it was in my head only. But every time I looked at her face..." Ranveer chuckled. "She sort of you know.."

"..overpowered you." Deepika completed him.

"Pfft.. no. I won't say that rather 'caught me off-guard'... Or maybe she did overpower me. I don't know, man it was damn weird. For a moment I was like, does she even know what she is doing, is she mentally stable, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, welcome to my world," she said with a smile.

"Oh, has she done that with you too?"

"No, stupid. I'm saying in general."

Ranveer broke out laughing even more.

"But still you must confront her," said Deepika. "You can't just let her go like that."

"Nah, I don't want to push it, you know. Maybe she wasn't into herself or she had a weak moment, whatever. And no damage is done, really."

"Weak moment?" Deepika said laughing. "For you?"

"Why, yes of course. Except if she has been doing the same with everyone who visits you."

"But weak moments are no justifications. For that matter, there are no justifications for sexual harassment."

"Whoa whoa... sexual harassment?"

"Well, it is what it is."

"Oh man, this is so weird. And now," he laughed nervously. "I don't want to extend this in a way that embarrasses her, you know. Like she is old and shit. We'll see that later. I think we have a date to focus on."

"But you can't just let it go. I'm telling you, this will only boost her confidence."

Ranveer nodded. "I'll think about it."

Deepika knew he won't. Even though a man and all intact after the incident, he was still acting like typical victims of sexual assault, trying to end discussion to end the misery. But probably he wasn't as miserable. Still, she decided she will act on his behalf if he didn't himself.

"Where are you lost?" asked Ranveer. "Let's leave."

"Yeah," said Deepika as she wore her sneakers. For the first time, she realized their clothes were an absolute mismatch. He was wearing a dapper suit and her casuals, which kind of made her a little easy as it was a departure from the usual synthetic film appearances for PR. Ranveer was still in his thoughts to have noticed the contrast.

Before they left, Ranveer remembered to present the flowers which he was supposed to do when he had entered. Deepika didn't rub this in. She took the flowers, smelled them and put them back on the sofa.

They left for Olive.