“Dating” and “Mating” : a romantic love story

Vikram Karve
12 min readOct 1, 2024

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Dating is a part of the human mating process — whereby — two people meet socially for companionship — beyond the level of friendship — or with the aim of each assessing the other’s suitability as a partner in an intimate relationship or marriage. One of the main purposes of dating is to evaluate mutual suitability as a long term companion or spouse (mate).

In a nutshell:

The final aim of “Dating” is “Mating”

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DATING AND MATING

Fiction Short Story

Passionate Romance By Vikram Karve

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This story happened around 21 years ago in South Mumbai (SoBo)

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MUMBAI

Circa 2003

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PART 1

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PHONE CALL ON APRIL FOOLS’ DAY

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I am busy working in my office on the morning of the First of April — the first day of the new financial year — when my mobile cellphone rings.

It is Sudha — my next door neighbour — so I take the call.

“Vijay — you lucky dog — your life is made…” Sudha says excitedly.

“Lucky Dog…? Please, Sudha — I am busy…” I say, a trifle irritated.

“Don’t switch off your cell phone…” Sudha says, “you are going to get a very important phone call.”

“Important call…?” I ask, curious.

“Yes — you just wait for a most important call — from the hottest and most eligible woman in town…” Sudha says with exuberance, “Vijay — she has fallen head over heels for you. She wants to “date” you…”

“Hottest woman in town…? She wants to “date” me…? Who is this woman…?” I ask Sudha, intrigued.

“My boss…” Sudha says.

“Your boss…?” I say, confused.

“Come on, Vijay — I told you — didn’t I tell you about the chic “Miss Hoity Toity” — who joined last week…?” Sudha says.

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Suddenly — it dawns on me that it is the 1st of April — April Fools’ Day.

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So — I say to Sudha:

“Happy April Fools’ Day…”

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But — Sudha says to me:

“Hey, seriously, Vijay — I swear it is not an April Fools’ Day prank.

She is really going to ring you up.

She desperately wants to meet you…”

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“She desperately wants to meet me…? I don’t even know her — I haven’t even seen her…” I say.

“But she has seen you…” Sudha says.

“She has seen me…? Where…?”

“Jogging around the Oval Maidan — I think she is stalking you…” Sudha says.

“Stalking me…?” I say, surprised.

“She knows everything about you — your routine — where you stay — she knows that you are my neighbour — so she called me to her office and asked for your mobile number…” Sudha says.

“I have told you not to give my number to anyone…” I say, angrily.

“I told her that — but she said it was very urgent. I think she wants to come over in the evening…” Sudha says.

“This evening…?… I am switching off my mobile…” I say.

“No, Vijay. You don’t do that please. I am sure that you will like her — she is “your type”…” Sudha says.

“She is “my type”…? What do you mean by that…? Sudha — please stop this nonsense…!!! I am disconnecting…” I say, with irritation in my voice.

But — Sudha has the last word.

“Bye, Vijay — I don’t want to keep your mobile busy. She will be calling any time now. Remember — her name is “Nisha” — all the best…” Sudha cuts off the phone.

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PART 2

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SUDHA

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Dear Reader — as I wait for the mysterious woman’s call — let me tell you a bit about Sudha.

Ever since Sudha dumped me — and she married that suave, slimy, effeminate, ingratiating sissy Suhas — Sudha probably felt so guilt ridden — that she had taken upon herself — the responsibility for getting me married.

Sudha was my neighbour — the girl next door — my childhood friend, playmate, classmate, soul-mate, confidante and constant companion.

I assumed that we two would get married.

But — Sudha suddenly fell for Suhas — who she met at a training seminar.

I hated Suhas — he was one of those glib, smooth-talking, street-smart, slick characters that adorn the corporate world — a clean-shaven, soft-spoken, genteel, elegantly groomed metrosexual type with an almost feminine voice and carefully cultivated mannerisms — as if he had been trained in a finishing school.

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At first — I was devastated — and I could not understand why Sudha had betrayed me.

But when Sudha gently explained to me that she always saw me as a friend and never as a husband — I understood — and I maintained cordial relations with her — though I loathed her husband Suhas — who had shamelessly moved into her spacious apartment after relocating from Delhi to Mumbai.

Probably — Sudha thought I had remained unmarried because of her — which may have been true to an extent — so — she had a guilty conscience.

So — in order to allay her guilty conscience — Sudha kept on setting up “dates” for me — hoping for the best.

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PART 3

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NISHA

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Suddenly — I hear my mobile phone ring.

The ring of my cell-phone interrupts my train of thoughts.

“Mr. Vijay…?” asks a sweet mellifluous feminine voice.

“Yes. This is Vijay…” I say — my heartbeat slightly increasing.

Nisha here…” she says, “Is it a good time to talk.”

“Of course…” I say.

“I want to meet you. Is it okay if I come over to your place this evening…?” Nisha says.

(Wow — she comes to the point pretty fast — isn’t it…)

“Today evening…?” I blurt out — a bit incredulous.

“It’s a bit urgent…” she says.

“Sure. You are most welcome…” I stammer recovering my wits.

“Let’s meet at 6:30 PM — before you go for your jog at the Oval — or maybe later — after you return — or maybe — we can meet up at the Oval Maidan itself…” Nisha says.

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I am truly stunned.

This woman Nisha is indeed stalking me.

She wants to meet up at the Oval — as brazen as that…!!!

I have never experienced such blatant propositioning.

Alarm Bells sound in my brain.

“Mr. Vijay…?” I hear Nisha’s soft voice in the cell-phone earpiece.

“Yes, Yes — 6:30 PM is absolutely fine. I’ll wait for you in my house. You know the place…?” I stutter recovering my wits.

“Yes, I know your place…” Nisha says, “I’ll be there at six-thirty…”

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And then — she disconnects.

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PART 4

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DATING

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That evening — after work — I go home early, shower, deodorize, groom, titivate, put on my best shirt — and — I wait in eager anticipation for this mysterious woman who is coming onto me so heavily.

Precisely at 6:15 PM — the bell rings.

I open the door.

“Hi — I’m Nisha…” says the stunningly attractive woman standing in front of me.

Sudha was right — Nisha is certainly very “hot” — and — yes — Nisha is indeed “my type” of woman.

“I’m sorry — I’m a bit early — but I noticed you were in — I saw your car below…” Nisha says.

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Wow — Nisha “noticed” that I was in…?

My, My, My…!!!

And — she knows my car — she knows about my daily jogs around the Oval — my routine — this Nisha — she knows everything about me — she’s really hot on my trail — isn’t she…?

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I look at Nisha.

She comes closer towards me.

She looks and smells natural.

No attempt to camouflage her raw steamy physical self behind a synthetic mask of make-up and artificial deodorants.

Her persona is tantalizingly inviting and temptingly desirable.

Her tight-fitting pink T-shirt tucked into hip hugging dark blue jeans accentuate the curves of her exquisite body.

She radiates a captivating aura — an extraordinary magnetic attraction that I have never experienced before.

I cannot take my eyes off her, her gorgeous face, her beautiful eyes, her lush skin.

So — I feast my eyes on her — I let my eyes travel all over her shapely body.

The frank admiration in my eyes wins a smile.

She lets her eyes hold mine.

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The sound of her voice breaks my trance.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to come in…?” she smiles — as if reading my mind.

“Oh, yes, sorry — please come in…” I say — embarrassed at having eyed her so openly.

I guide her to the sofa.

Then — I sit as near her as is politely possible.

We sit on the sofa.

She looks terribly attractive — and — very very desirable.

Our closeness envelops us in a stimulating kind of intimacy.

Overwhelmed by passion — I inch towards her.

She too comes closer to me.

I sense the beginnings of an experience that I have dreamt about in my fantasies.

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“Actually — I have come for “mating”…” she says.

“Mating…?” I exclaim instinctively, totally shocked, stunned beyond belief.

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PART 5

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MATING

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I look at her.

I feel tremendously excited — yet frightened, baffled, perplexed.

I wonder what to do — how to make my move towards “mating”

The improbability of the situation makes me incredulous and bewildered.

I notice that her eyes move all around — searching the drawing room.

Then — Nisha looks at the bedroom door.

And — she speaks to me.

“Where is your daughter…?” she asks me.

“Daughter…? I’m not married…” I say — completely taken aback.

“I know you are not married…” she says with a naughty smile.

Then — Nisha speaks to me in zesty voice.

“I am talking about your canine daughter — your lovely dog — or rather — your bitch…” she laughs — tongue-in-cheek.

“I have locked her inside. She is not very friendly…” I say to Nisha.

“I know. Hounds do not like strangers — but you don’t worry — soon — I won’t be a stranger…” Nisha says — and — she gets up and begins walking towards the closed bedroom door.

“Please…” I say anxiously, “Angel is very ferocious and aggressive…”

“You named her “Angel” — what a lovely name…” Nisha says, “I have been seeing you two jogging and playing at the Oval. That’s why I have come here — to see your beautiful hound Angel…”

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And then — Nisha opens the bedroom door.

Angel looks suspiciously as Nisha enters the bedroom.

But — Nisha extends her hand towards Angel — to pat her on the head.

Angel growls at Nisha menacingly — her tail becomes stiff — and — the hackles on her back stiffen — since — like most Caravan Hounds — Angel does not like to be touched or handled by anyone other than me — her “Master”…

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“Please — Please — keep your hand away — don’t touch her …” I plead to Nisha — but Nisha moves ahead undaunted — and she caresses Angel’s neck.

Suddenly — there is a noticeable metamorphosis in the ferocious hound’s body language as the dog recognizes the true dog lover.

All of a sudden — Angel licks Nisha’s hand — wags her tail and jumps lovingly at Nisha — who embraces her.

I am really surprised at the way Nisha is hugging and caressing Angel — since not even the most ardent of dog lovers would dare to fondle and take liberties with a ferocious Caravan Hound.

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“She’s ideal for Bruno. They’ll love each other…” Nisha says, cuddling Angel.

“Bruno…?” I ask.

“My handsome boy Bruno — I was desperately looking for a “mate” for Bruno — and then I saw Angel — they are ideally suited for each other — a perfect “made for each other” couple…” Nisha says.

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“Bloody Hell…!!!” I say to myself.

So — this was the “mating” she was talking about…!!!

And — I was letting my imagination run wild about “dating and mating” with her…!!!

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I interrupt my train train of thoughts — and I talk to Nisha.

“You’ve got a hound…?” I ask her.

“A Mudhol…” she says.

“Mudhol…?” I ask her.

“Exactly like your Angel…” she says.

“But Angel is a Caravan Hound…” I say.

“It’s the same — a Caravan Hound is the same as a Mudhol Hound — in fact — the actual name is Mudhol…” she says.

“I don’t think so…” I say.

“Bet..?” she says — challenging me.

“Okay…” I say.

“Dinner at the place of my choice…” she says.

“Done…” I say.

“Let’s go…” she says.

“Where…?” I ask her — curious.

“To my place…” she says.

“To your place…?” I ask her — intrigued.

“To meet Bruno — doesn’t Angel want to meet him…?” she asks.

“Of course — me too…” I say.

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And so — the three of us — Nisha, Angel and I — we drove down to Nisha’s home on Malabar Hill.

The moment we opened the door — Bruno rushed to welcome Nisha.

Then — Bruno gave Angel a tentative look.

For an instant — both the hounds stared menacingly at each other.

Bruno gave a low growl — then extended his nose to scent — and — Angel melted — it was “love at first sight”…

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Nisha won the bet.

We surfed the internet — we cross-checked in libraries.

She was right.

Mudhol Hound is the same as Caravan Hound.

But — not the same as a Rampur, Rajapalyam or Chippiparai Hound.

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PART 6

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DATING AND MATING

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But — that’s another story.

Here is what happened to our “Dating and Mating” Story.

As per our bet — I took Nisha out to dinner — a sumptuous Butter Chicken and Tandoori affair at Gaylord’s.

And while we were thoroughly enjoying our food — suddenly — out of the blue — Sudha and her husband landed up there.

They sat on the neighbouring table — and the way Sudha gave me canny looks — I wondered if it was a “contrived” coincidence.

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A few days later — when Angel was in “season” — Angel and Bruno had a successful “mating”.

Nisha and Bruno would visit my pregnant girl Angel every day.

And then — on D-Day — Nisha stayed through the night to coax Angel in her whelping.

Angel gave birth to four cute little puppies.

Every day — the “doggie” parents (Angel and Bruno) — and — the “human” grandparents (Nisha and Me) — we would spend hours together — doting on the little ones.

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Nisha and I could not agree about the distribution of the puppies — who should take which puppy — actually — both of us wanted to keep all the four puppies.

So — we solved the problem by getting married.

It was strictly a “marriage of convenience”.

But — Sudha — her aim achieved — tells me that “Nisha and Me” are the most rocking couple — and — we seem madly in love.

So now — we all live together as one big happy family — ours, theirs, mine and hers.

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VIKRAM KARVE

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This Story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/dating-and-mating-passionate-love-story.html

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This is a revised version of my story DATING AND MATING written by me in the year 2006 and posted online earlier a number of times in my blogs including at url: http://vikramwamankarve.blogspot.in/2009/05/passionate-dating-mating-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2010/07/perfect-match-short-fiction-romance.htmland http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/01/dating-and-mating-love-story.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/11/my-favourite-short-stories-part-70.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/04/dating-and-mating-my-favourite-short.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2009/05/18/dating-mating-game/ and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/02/dating-and-mating-passionate-love-story.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/12/23/dating-and-mating-passionate-love-story/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2018/04/01/dating-and-mating-happy-april-fools-day/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/11/09/dating-and-mating-a-passionate-romance/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/05/23/dating-and-mating-first-date-then-mate/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2022/08/27/passionate-romance-dating-and-mating/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/a-romance-that-started-on-april-fools-day/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2023/12/25/dating-and-mating/ etc

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Vikram Karve
Vikram Karve

Written by Vikram Karve

A creative person with a zest for life, alumnus IIT Delhi, Lawrence School Lovedale, Vikram Karve is a retired Navy Officer turned full time Writer and Blogger