Since I was hungry, I decided to go to the nearby fast food shack to eat something. As I was walking, five men began following me. I walked as fast as I could. I went there and sat on the table in the corner. The five men sat beside the table I chose to sit at. I knew that they were commenting about me, but bothered not to react. Everything was okay before the waiter came. He handed the menu over to me. I took it hastily and ignored the five filthy men. The menu seemed familiar. I looked at it again from up to down. It reminded me of Maggy, and our first date, 2nd March 2000. It was the biggest turning point of my life. I had a man in my life. I was happy, it was the happiest day of my life. I was on cloud 9 that day. This intimate, now filthy man gave me my favorite flowers, even at that time he smelled like cigarettes and his favorite personal scent.
As I was in my dream world thinking about my first date, the waiter interrupted me and asked me what was my order. Subconsciously I ordered a cheese cake, a mango cheese cake, it was his favourite, and mine too but I hate it now. Before I could say anything the waiter ran to get the cheese cake. I had to eat it now. I saw him opening the fridge and removing a well designed yellow cake, full of cheesy cream. It looked delicious as well as enticing to eat. Meanwhile I heard few voices, fuck!! those were the fucking five men. One of them had a camera and kept shooting my pictures from the side angle, they were laughing at me, and began commenting, 'SEXY BREAST.' I was a bit uncomfortable, later the waiter kept my order on the table along with the bill. I began eating sadly again drifting to my first date. Before that those filthy men called the waiter and told him to get a beer and some cigars. I was a bit annoyed. I finished the cake fast and kept the money on the table. Those fuckers were waiting for the beer and cigars. They were staring at me, I made a move, and one of them called out to me, 'hey sexy, do wait for us right? do you want some?' Now I was furious, fuck!! another one came and caught my hand. I was numb, I turned to slap him with my other hand but at the same time a familiar male voice stopped me. I was awestruck by seeing Harry behind me. His hair was swaying in the air and he looked my my... He was fucking handsome, I was looking at him constantly, he freaky blushed. I said, 'H.. H.. Harry! !'
{ THE DIALOGUE }
Harry ( was angrily, scolding the man, who caught Liz' hand ) : 'You fucking scoundrels ! how dare you touch my girl? She is mine... you get that... fuckers!'
The man left my hand and I correctly remembered the above dialogue where I came to know Harry felt the same for me. I was happy, and shy too, the filthy man went to fight with my Harry. I was angry and I don't know what had happened to me, when that man was about to punch Harry, I stopped him and began beating him badly. His other scoundrel friends were coming to his rescue. and Harry alone dealt with them while I was still beating that guy, finally Harry had to stop me, along with the owner and the waiter. Some people were witnessing my nonsense too. We left those bastards lying on the floor in pain, and walked away.
He was sweating and his hair was stuck to his forehead. He looked glamorous, I was going crazy. He caught me staring at him, while walking. I smiled at him, and coyly looked away. He stopped for a second and smiled at me, he also told me to stop, I waited. He bent his head towards my ear and softly told me that, I looked like a gorgeous wild lioness. I blushed and my hair was slightly scattered all over my face. I was sweaty too, I asked about Denny, and he told me that she was fine and was sleeping now. He offered to take me home, and I told him I had got my car. That afternoon Denny's mom stayed with her and I drove home. Listening to a few songs on the FM, I was busy thinking about Harry. I called myself a lioness and smiled. At last I reached home, maybe after a day, I wanted to take a bath, mama opened the door for me, I greeted her and straight away went to my room, took my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath. My room door was open I did'nt know why? but I suddenly got the smell of cigerates and his fucking scent. I could hear the ratteling of a few things in my room. Suddenly I heard the same freaky voice calling out to me, it was his shitty voice. I was annoyed, I stopped playing with the water and took the towel to wipe myself. Fuck !! my clothes fell on the bathroom floor and became wet. I did not have any other option I had to go enter my room with the towel wrapped around me. He was comfortably sitting on my bed. I frowned, and gave him a glare. I was standing on the door mat, on which the water from my wet hair kept on dripping. He was shamelessly staring at me. I was totally shy. He said, 'GORGEOUS !!!' This time I told him to go near Edna and fuck her. He tried getting closer, but I pushed him away. I only had my inners and no clothes above them except the towel, and fuck ugh.... this fellow. This time I lost my sanity and I scolded him to fucking leave my room, he was insane. Really insane, he was approaching me like a hungry pervert lion. I moved back, he groaned hey, gorgeous don't move you are killing me. I was angry now, so I slapped him. and ran towards my cupboard to change my clothes. He again approached me he caught my towel. I was nervous, I turned cold, smirked at me. oh what if he pulled it. Finally I screamed and mom entered, before that he escaped. I wiped my half wet body and wore my clothes, and hugged mom. She was tensed and asked me what had happened, I had no answers or an explanation for whatever happened. It looked like lust pure lust FUCK!! off with such men, filthy man and me, when will he let me live. I would storm his fucking shit.
Anyways his fragrance was still in my room. My nose was so acquainted to his scent, that even though I did'nt want to remember our first date, but I still remembered it. It was a perfact gloomy day, the atmosphere I loved. I had worn a lilac sky blue top along with my un mathching white formal pant. I was fucking unique and he loved that about me. He made me realise that too. It was very replenishing remembering those things. He laughed at my dressing sence and I laughed with him too. His food combos were wierd and my dressing styles. He looked dashing in his blue shirt and black formal pant. The best thing about him was that he never told me to change anything for him. That was the best thing I loved about him. Our first date was a whole day one, it was full of excitement and the newness of our youth. We had planned to try out everything. I had my first kiss at that time at the age of 19. It was the best moment, ohh the warmth of his lips and mine was lit. It was the best feeling I had, we had almost 28 cups of coffee each total 56 cups. we had fun till late night, it seemed like it happened yesterday but it was too old now, almost getting rusted. By the way the smell of his cigar was a part of my mouth also, after having the coffee it had vanished. His scent was still all over me, and my scent over him, it was a beautiful blend. He had promised the world to me on our very first date, and fuck fuck fuck I believed him. My heart ached thinking of what I heard and what had happened. I was crying and I didn't even know that tears dripped down from my eyes. It pained me and pricked me, but I tried to forget it all, still how can I forget my first date. My death! still why the fuck I cried for him. Why was he such a bastard ! he was a bloody... ugh... I need to stop. The worst thing was that I could not stop crying. Everything seemed blank again. Oh! the cheese cake !!!! mmmmmmm.... We ate that together, no body will believe me he ate it with sauce, and I vomited at his shitty combo, but I ate it properly just with extra cheese and he told me that I'll become fat, and we both laughed. Laughing to death was our routine since that day, a date full of abundant kisses, dance and a bit of intimacy where in there was no fucking of each other and a lot of fake promises which I mistook for emotinal intimacy. My life had been like bliss, I was on mountain 9, oh! sorry cloud 9. Everything about him made me feel like he was the man, and I had the one. Most single ladies and gents envied our relationship, he was fucking promiscuous and I was faked up. Things were going on well until. Oh shit a notification, my write up is discarded by the company. Oh oh! I had to write it up again. I was weary, looking at that I slept. In times of stress I usually sleep, that happened when I was in my worst days. When I thought I had lost everything, it feels nothing, it feels empty. I was infact empty, his gifts , cards, his treats and a mixture of my affection was hitting my head. Ahhh... his memories, his touch the warm embrace and soft lips, his sexy beard and my fat breast. The way he pressed them and gained pleasure, one spoon and the strawberry ice-cream we both ate during our date, I never wanted the day to end, but it did and so did my life with him. Somewhere in my heart I still longed for this man, but he did not seem to be bothered, but I was dying. He was happy with his new bitch and I was sad for a particular time, but now I am sad no more, I have got my pure share and I am very happy.
Huh! my phone rang but this ringing was different it stopped my pain, my agony, the cause of my heart ache. It was Harry, I picked his call and we began talking. He was so serious but I liked him, atleast he was honest not like the funny but fake guy. He told me only one thing that is, 'silly girl fuck everything and don't be emotional,' and I only laughed at his comments, he was like you are my lioness, and I happily agreed to him. Ahhh... his voice.... Made me mad, his unbuttoned shirt my... my.... I died, his eyes and the innocence it had in it ummm... I had nothing to say. Bliss ufff... I love it... As I was talking to him I lied down on my bed and in front of me there was my huge dressing table, which had a mirror. I could see me blushing and my cleavage, wow a sharp one, fuck! self obsessed, I laughed at my own self. He knew over the phone that I was blushing, he asked me about that even, and I was quiet. I heard Harry's mom calling him, and he hung up the call. My mood was good so I decided to start writing my nature blog and completing it. I did that right away, it came out as a splendid one, but during the process I fell sleepy and forgot to save it, my bad, when I woke, I saw that my article got deleted. I was eating my own brain up for my stupidity. I was stressed now. Plus mom was calling me for dinner, because I did not even have lunch. When I switched on my phone I saw Harry's 12 missed calls. I called him back, he answered with a scared, sad voice informing me that Ronnie had ran away with his mother's jewels and father's money. I was furious at Ronnie, later I heard a door bell ring on the phone call, and a scream, saying 'you scoundrel', Harry again hung up the phone saying that he had to go, and he feels as if Ronnie had arrived. I told him to check and went to write my article again, praying that Ronnie returns back. May be a minute later or two, I got a call from an unknown number, I picked the call. It was that bitch, Edna. I could hear the screams of Maggy's mom over the phone. I screamed at her, 'you bitch what you think you are doing fuck ass woman.' I drove right away to Maggy's home and mom tried to stop me to have dinner but I went, hastily. I was in hurry, who knew what was happening to my favourite woman, nooooo... I would kill her. Fuck... I reached that bastard's villa sorry house now an old shack to me, because that bitch stays there. I got off my car and stormed into his house. I saw the poor lady mopping the floor and that woman polishing and filing her nails. and a whip on the sofa. Maggy wasn't at home, I was angry. I removed my heel and shot it right on Edna's hand. Her nail broke, she was furious now, she stood up and hit me with a whip. My arm was marked and I was lit with anger, I fired some bad words at her and now Harry's lioness was awake. I pulled the whip and kept hitting Edna, along with my bad words. Finally I stopped when I saw Erick coming out from the kitchen wearing an apron. He kept staring at me and the living room was full of Edna's cries. Shit $$$ I was a murderer I had killed their baby. Fuck!! What the hell. Now... now... what, I was numb. Erick called the doctor and Maggy's mother was unconscious. Oh what had I done in my fate of anger? The doctor arrived, and he checked Edna and claimed that she and her baby were fine, I was a peace. That useless man came home drinking and smoking, I guess that was the reason she had tortured his mother. Next the doctor checked his mother and he declared she could be at the risk of coma. One word and I would take her with me, hence I did that. I called the ambulance and we took her to the hospital, that filthy man was lying on the floor, with his fuzzy tongue out. My favourite woman lay there on the bed. She was motionless, the lady had killed her. Ugh... I would kill Maggy only as it is. The doctor moved left and right and the nurses put her on oxygen and medical supplies. I blamed myself and it was my fault. Sick sick me. I had turned things upside down. I was infact upside down.
Erick was taking care of Edna, and I was alone with Maggy's mom, she was my responsibility now as it was all my fault. Things were scary for me now I wanted her to live. Luckily she opened her eyes within an hour and I was happy, everything was fine. Or else Maggy wouldn't leave me for good as it was the matter of his mom, the woman he too loved but couldn't stand for. Atleast I was better I stood up for her, bit I was not at all proud of myself because I had handled things rashly. I was not so matured I thought, but seeing this woman mopping the floor, made me angry and, I almost lost it, got onto my nerves and almost killed Edna. Maggy's mom looked at me, and I felt that she couldn't even smile through the oxygen mask. My fears ended and I got in some confidence. I entered her room. She moved her fingers, slightly. She was about to remove her mask, but I stopped her. She seemed unhappy, and her melancholy hit my heart. I could feel that she was trapped and I had no answers to her sadness. I couldn't say anything, to her as marrying Edna to Maggy was her fault, not mine.
After the wedding few days later, his dad left the house and began staying somewhere else. He did that because he wanted me to be Maggy's wife and she objected me, I knew that there was some reason, but I bothered not to stress over it. It was all so puzzling and I was done with this. I would just take care of her if she needed me. I was determined to help anyone who needed my help. She needed it and I would give her all my help. She was breathing heavily and I ran to call the doctor. He arrived and checked her up.
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