(Trying to recreate the incidents of a friend’s life in writing…… if you view it please do comment how i have started…..if it’s good tell me… even if it is a trash tell me…….. will wait for you all……below i have an entire completed chapter………..)
Rakesh stood there before the door. He had dressed himself in the best clothes. With a white shirt tugged in and blue denim- he was looking the best. Good-looking he was always but occasions on which he looked ‘presentable’ were rare. His dearest girlfriend Payal, had always complained- “Baby when will you develop THE PROPER DRESSING SENSE?” For Rakesh, he had attributed such complaints to his babe being much ahead of his time, or much ahead of the people of his small town. In reality, the guy had neither the money nor the disposition to do so.
So, he stood there waiting for the door to open. The surprise birthday party thrown for him, cherishing his first step to 20 had just ended. There were his buddies, dance, music, food, drinks and his chick! his heart was full with content. The day had given him more than he could imagine, was his opinion…………..
“The door is open dear”, a soft voice spoke within.
At once he opened the door, stepped inside, locked it and on turning was rooted to the spot.
Payal, was sitting at the center of the bed. she had put on a cherry-red dress, that was hugging to her curves. It had revealed a generous portion of her cleavage. Her slender and waxed hands and legs were shimmering. The curly hairs rested on her shoulder. Her smoky eyes were coercing him to bed. Her posture was seducing him to death. She, as if, had set the bed ablaze.
Slowly he walked forward, gulping the scene with his eyes. He tried his best not to lose composure, but his face was like a mirror. The prospect of the first make-out with Payal had aroused his excitement greatly. She came down from the bed and put her lips close to his ears, and the words came in a playful, soft whisper-
” Ah! I think you are yet not of the age to perform…’
She ran into a loud laughter and ran towards the bed- ” Aww… you will never get hold of me”, her laughter becoming unbearable each moment.
“Is it so?”, he dashed towards the bed, caught her by the hand, she feigned struggle….and soon both sank into the bed. He pulled off her dress, slowly revealing her red hot tube and the lacy panty. A guy, at such a moment, would make the best of the situation- but this guy here, completely unconventional- with a false stern look, blurted out- “Are such undergarments sold at the Annapurna cheap bazaar?” Payal, on the other hand, expecting crisp comments on her perfect curves or the lingerie, pushed him hard in uncontrollable rage. Rakesh giggled and continued, “See yourself- this bra-thing, it’s so impoverished…. I mean where are the straps? I never saw such a thing on any of the girls who stripped before me, I am sure it is a second-hand torn-off thing….” and he blasted with laughter.
‘It’s not a cheap bazaar thing you motherfucker….No fuck off……. go away, I hate you”, she was mad with rage. She tried to push Rakesh away, but after a genuine struggle submitted.
“Chill jaan, I was just kidding”, he paused, “… but i never saw such a fancy….”
” For this i will leave you one day…….”, and before she could complete her lips were locked with his. Soon the dresses were thrown away and the two occupants of the room were naked.
He slowly outlined her breast with his fingers and then started playing with them. He squeezed them……..hard………harder……….hardest….
“Ouchh! Oi it hurts”.
“More pains are to follow…”
She was rubbing his thing with her hand and it was responding- growing stiffer. Their hearts were beating fast, muscles tightening, breaths increasing, a gush of passion rising ti their heads and……
“Oh asshole shut up”, cried an annoyed Rakesh, “Ignore babe”, and he came down to her pussy. He rubbed his fingers there, it was wet- a sign of her satiety. Slowly he put his head down and made a stroke of his tongue over the wet area…..
This time a voice followed- ‘Payal open the door!”
With this present voice the would be love-making scene had to get dissolved. The girl was frantic- “Rakesh dress up..It’s Maa! Trust me, she was not to come back today…. I will be dead!” There was a complete hullabaloo in the room, the occupants pushed each other in search of garments, lashed out madly at their clothes, eulogized their good luck with curses and finally it was set.
“Yes Maa I am coming”, cried out a nervous voice, “Listen Rakesh hid yourself at the corner below the staircase….. behind those wooden boxes and as soon as i let Maa in.. you escape..Wear your shoes..leave the socks..you fool…..take it in this parcel..FAST..FAST!”
Finally after what seemed an eternity the door opened. The elderly lady stormed in with bags and baggage, looking exhausted and in a foul mood- “Why did you take such a long time to open the door?”, she eyed the house doubtfully. Payal without answering what she should have, diverted from the topic- “Ma, give me these bags,” and directed the lady to another room.
Meanwhile the hero earlier, finding things going according to plan, ran out silently like a chicken and did not stop until he was far away from the house. “Phew!”, he gasped for breath…… “What a turn of events! Really, the escape was narrow,” he fished out his cellphone out of his pocket and sent a text…..
“Thanks for such an eventful day babe.. I’ll never forget it…;-) Hope everything is okay there.”
The reply said that things were under control and heaving a sigh of relief he walked towards the station, only to attract weird looks of people with his crushed, sweat-soaked shirt and untidy hair. He peeped inside the packet- there was an album. Hearing the public announcement that the train would take another twenty minutes to reach, he took the album and opened it- there were pictures of his childhood days in the first page. Probably, Payal had collected them from his family and friends.
The first photo revealed him as a chubby child posing with his school bag and water bottle and his mind travelled way back to the past………………..