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The belly is that defraud slut , who always want tomorrow in form of today and wretched yesterday, with an apparatus called hunger , it engulfs your all six senses, makes you extremely berated, vulnerable, cheap and lousy person at same time, same place and in front of same person.
And after having a mind blowing lunch with my ex husband , I was able to wash out my all contemplating words in front of my weak appetite, I stood into my heels, grabbing my documents, which I had brought with me in this deluxe piece of shit , which they called hotel , it's not a wee hours, but I might say the clouds are betraying their time of flight by changing their skin tone from white as snow to that of grey like charcoal , it might be raining here , my subconscious voice informs my medulla secretly in a code word.
" You are changed , did you kissed someone during your celibacy period , your face told a different genre to me , Sri ?" He bluntly asked me, the question which I always , every time wanted to be avoided from my dictionary of personal space.
"And why do you think , I will kiss and tell my ex ?" I groaned at him, and he took some steps back, again he held me by the wrist and dragged me to the nearby wall of the hotel , he pinned me to the wall with his cage like big hands , and our lips were almost inches apart , his mint breath was fanning along my neck , while he was gazing into my pale eyes who can't be a meaningful source to any man's understanding.
"I see that you have grown your backbone ! Miss. Tattered glass !" He whispered into my ears, making my spinal cord going bamboozled, and I m just squelching beneath him, while he is moving his hands from my throat to my waist.
"For that, I have kissed thousands of feisty frogs Mr. Shekhawat !" I smirked looking into his brown eyes , which had went from dark brown color to that of a flaming red,
His voice get higher with his action while he twisted my hands behind my back , making me faced towards the bricks of the wall, this alien pain was escalating to my every nerves of the cell, he doesn't harm me physically , only he can't withstand me with other men.
"That means you have kissed many men to got their feisty saliva deep down to your long neck , Darling ! See you kissed and told your ex !" He laughed and released me from his gripping and made me face towards him.
"Indeed, I told my ex , because he was never able to be that feisty frog for the tattered glass girl like me, " I dare him and Now his victory smile was vanished and an male ego was bruised , I pushed him off from me and ran away leaving him behind at the rooftop ,
I descended through the banisters of the staircase, through the stairs of this resonating classy people , their vibes are as dangerous as a fatal snake's venom, it will only kill you silently , because they are the backbiters , women threw their nasty looks at me , while sipping into champagne , eating Italian , Chinese or whichever was served to their taste, I also didn't muster up the courage to look into their direction,
I had to exit their world, because I was never meant to be here, men were searching their mean looks over my body, but as I wasn't dressed in some slutty dress, so I wasn't under confident , I stopped and with a head high , I walked out of this place and this arena , the arena where there was a tug of war running between a classless woman to the classy people of this city, a city who itself never knew to sleep , a city who also had been an eye witness of the undergoing crimes of harassment, rape , murder and exploitation , I knew this city and this people better.
I glided my walking speed away from the Hotel , and paddled my footfalls towards the highway lane coming from south direction, and it started raining, what a perfect time for these clouds to shed their raindrops, and I slowly closed my eyes, I didn't care if I might get hit by the coming vehicles, I didn't care if I m standing over the zebra crossing, I didn't care if the traffic switched itself from red to yellow , I didn't care , i f I m being pulled by a woman near the bus stand, she was muttering some slangs towards me, because she was pestered by my childish act .
"Because of idiotic person like you, the blame is to be put on the lorry drivers, you mad woman !!" She cursed me in a debilitated manner, which I guess ! I deserved, was carrying a basket of fish , which stinks badly and she herself had put on the worn out navy blue saree of Kanzivaram , which she might had got in terms of barter a long time ago, that material holds her dignified identity , and her shaded skin tone of her around ,80 kg weight over her 5'3 inch healthy body , makes her into a woman who is a luminous person,
"Do you run fisheries networking ?" I suddenly asked her, in a stuttering way, as I was slightly drenched, and it was a month of December, so wetness pitched to my normal vibrating body, giving me more experience to cold and flu, it was sure , I would get a sneeze or temperature , people had took shelter under this tiny tin slope , they call it a bus stoppage for a local city bus ,
"Yes , I m a Fisher woman , so what ! I don't practice the live suicide show in middle of the road , if my fish stinks that much , then your mindset is much more stinker then my big salmon fishes , huh !" She told me in very rebuking manner, and I wonder ! What got in her nerves that , she was talking like that to me, and I turned , a sense got into me , people were scrunching their noses in disgust, they were keeping a hand over their nose because the fish was stinking ,
but I think all of us, that fisher woman was the wisest human being, at least she didn't pretend, her fishing gives her the free way of her social status, her financial condition, her weight , her physique, fishing is a kind of meditation , sitting near a river side , throwing net or using a casting reel , it doesn't matter, it allows you to soothe yourself, it provides a ground for your problems , listening to the gentle sound of water pool , rustling of dry leaves at your feet, fishing provides a real connection with a natural world, totally submerged to discover your true self .
Raindrops were falling from the tin roof , peter pattering the road, they are the reminders of cloud's heart , clouds do have their emotional trauma , which they release often , I saw a big banner being posted near the city hall , had a face of brightest superstar , but raindrops seemed more fascinating for me , rather than the photograph of that superstar on a big portal , they are those French kiss on the mouth of every drowned person , which leaves no sticky trails but a wet touches on your entire body, they seduced us in a wet manner , sending a cold chilling sensation when the umbrella is not in our hands.
"You might need a ride to your destination !" A voice boomed into my moist ears, and I thought something went wrong , I think I had just encountered the resonated effect of air , which swung through my dabbed ears and is producing a faltering sound mimics in my mind, but there stood an actual person .
"Not just a Ride , for present moment , I want a Rider , as I m driving through edge of a knife !!" I shrugged to Shravan Nair , my ex boyfriend , dressed in manly black leather coat under which a white t - shirt was paired,with a Gucci sunglass, his air tousled in that of a Casanova manner and he splashed his heart warming toothy smile , which never goes off in the air.
"Then pleasure is all mine, Milady !" He gave me a flirtatious hand gestures, and opened the door of his Audi R8 , a black shiny metallic body who unlike the other engine knows to roar , to shout and to pick up a cheetah like speed, was more branded than my shoe's sole and would be carrying a classless person like me to my self isolation.
"Thank you !" I said while slipping my drained body to his expensive seat cover , he offered me a smile , and escalating his speed up we vanished through the sprinting rains whose raindrops were giving all over hickeys to his car's window panels, because it was all foggy , a mark and I would like to draw a pattern over this foggy window, I ran my hands through the window and a real , priceless smile came to my dull face.
"How did you know about my location, any GPS sleuthing me ?" I turned my face to his chiseled one, he had a personality which can make a woman's panty twist for orgasm , and he can easily swipe over her .a gray color orbs owner, a fashion model and Mr. Chandran 's brother in law, Mr. Shravan Nair , who was like other men was a biggest playboy , but we did hit it off, he was my only first boyfriend in a row , with others, and don't assume that a relationship requires love, Love is a myth for an hallucinating bodies, which had engulfed me for some time, but thank god ! I overcame those phases, like a lunar cycles of a dark moon.
"Your curvy body itself is the biggest GPS for me, Sri ! It trails its own erotic fragrance to deep down in my pants , and I had to just follow its lead !" His over dripping sex talks were making my mouth open slightly and then closed, but I soon recover ,
"Someone is waiting for a rain fuck ? I guess !" I teased him back , while his hands were moving back and forth to my thighs , it gave me the eccentric attention , which I hadn't experience for three months,
"You just seemed to be my Alluring Athena , who wants to please herself in every possible rain check " he made me mystified, and rubbed my hands to my shoulders, waiting for him to start and let me play along the weather which had become more shady with gray and less that of visible color, I finally created a word, "pleasure ", over the misty window , I can't even registered the address or the route , which were taking but I think , it had been the hour of four on the clock, and as Mr. Chandran was leaving for the France , the office was expected to have an early closure.
After turns, straight and departure, his car halted and I can see his big penthouse of the posh inquisition theme, a big house for only one man, way too stylish and exclusive , I may say ! He guided me through his car, and after clutching off the engine , we barged in his private lift, hastily , it was an electronic cage for me , A mild steel cage outside the chilly over cast day , He gaze met mine, and I was unable to take this to any brink , I m bewildered by this platonic transaction, my thoughts has been barricaded inside this closed cage, he moves slightly to me and our gaze met.
I m getting into a difficult situation but somehow this situation is not that harmful for me, after all we had done it many times, whenever he is back and I m ready to relief my tension, I m chided by the pestering of my inner hazy chattering ,
"I would like to bite , that lips of yours !" His sudden remark make me go all attentive,
"You are not playing fair ! Mr. "
"And , since when did I became the good Lucifer, you know I have a dark soul like that of Lucifer !" He has this sense of humour, a humor which is usually a thick sexual tension , he like to grope my waist and wither me with butterfly kisses.
" At least I m not the Hecate of hell, else I would be collaring you around my fingers!" I murmured into his ears by roughly tugging his leather material towards me, and closed our physical distance , he grabs me suddenly and snakes his sturdy arms around my thin waist, I was jerked towards him and my breast crashed against his hard chest,
"Ouch !" I moaned into his ears, he was making it ecstatic and my pulse were escalating to its morphine level , as if i had been given the drug, and he forced his lips to met mine, I was forced to open my mouth as he lurched forward to bite my lips , I let out some air while he was fisting my hair, my brown chestnut hairs in his strong hands which banned their downfalls over my shoulders,
I never felt this wanted by anyone, that he makes me, his eyes are darkening with lust and craving desires, he is a devil in disguise , he doesn't know mercy when it comes to flaming need of attentive attachments of two burning bodies needed to be secluded from their desperation.
We some how eating each other's face , and scratching and scorning each other 's clothes , headed for his top floor room,
And he sought for the keys , the keys which he always kept inside his open zipper of the leather coat, I eyed him for reminding his general occupied place for the bunch of keys, he mouthed me a thank you, and I let him pushed inside his eye-catching area rug, featuring a traditional Persian-inspired design. Petite yet elegant shimmery brilliant yellow color, rust, pink and soft blues against a smooth gray pile and ornate border creating a fashion-forward look that captures the classic charm of this woman charmer,
We moved inside, and i didn't care if it was a glass conclave , or a ravishing masculine room which every walls screamed the tag price, the big photoshoot posters of his modelling were glued to his off white walls with big curtains preventing the room from the outer world,
He laid my back to his spongy comfortable bed, and his eyes again shows the darkest engraved fraction, I slowly slipped back my legs while he grabbed one of my legs in a swift manner, which collided with his chest, in this process, my hips were friction between the sheets of his beds ,i overthrew his black leather jacket to some alien corner , which I was really not in a plan to know,
"Someone is roaring like a tigress !"
"And someone is delaying it to forest , you are making me look , as if I m your prey for tonight !"
"My hunger mechanism for this gorgeous body of yours, is making yourself to look like a prey !" He gladly told me while unbuttoning my shirt.
"I m not a cheese sandwich with lots of mayonnaise!!" I make him remembered , while pulling a sly smile over my painted lips.
"That's still good for my self control, because I hate cheese and love butter babes, !" He fired at me and Groaned down for another burning kiss,
He was ready to lunge on me , his hands were a half inch far to touch me, to grope my big ass and to yank the very material of clothes above my bodies, my phone rang !! Busted ! He stopped in his tracks and growled the most irritating words, "Holy Fuck !!"
I myself got irritated by that middle person phone calls, which happened to ruin my mood, I crawled in my half dressed and half naked position to just have my cell phone, which happened to be neatly placed above the night stand under his Italian laminated table lamp of light shade,
I dropped my slaty eyes , from which the lust had not been released, while Shravan was setting his hair styles from that to morning look to that of decent gelling, while whistling from time to time, I spare him a look and he threw his hands in the mid air, while lighting a cigarette from his pocket, which he had produced from his sorting pocket, he was about to lit the mouth of the tobacco pipe,
The caller ID shows the unknown person , whom I didn't know and true call searcher identifies the person as the," A.S.S " it had 27 missed calls, the unknown number leaves the missed calls, may be it was Mr. Chandran as he had to inform me something about his tour to France, I was about to make a call to this number,
As Shravan intervened, "who is this bastard , who completely forged our night , babes!"
"I don't know , but the true call searcher, identifies it as, some " A.S.S" " I replied, and he laughed it off, his archetypical face pulled two little dimples ,
"That means A S S , oh ! Bloody bonker , see, even your cell phone disgust him as an Ass !! My god ! Who the fuck is this ass?"
May be I should call ,
But who must be this person Ass, or whatever his real name should be ? I never planned to munch that much to his real name ,
With lots of curiosity, and irritation I dialed the number.