It was dark and crowded. The DJ was in his groove and the music was too loud for my eardrums. The neon and laser lights kept on flashing and at times irritating me. Though the room had varied beauties dancing off to the latest numbers my eyes were still in search of something else. Everything that I was seeing didn’t seem to excite me.
They (eyes) started scanning the room from one end to the other slowly following a green laser light. The freshness of the sweat glistened faces had long gone. The intoxicated arms were beginning to loose rhythm and were now not in sync with the electro mix that was screeching through the human sized speakers.
Suddenly I felt there was a gaze constantly fixated on me. I took a sip of the single malt (my second large) and tried to follow it but the inebriated swaying bodies were making it difficult.
The DJ changed the track and made a hand gesture in the dark. A help in the form of a spotlight appeared. It kept flashing on random people till the time it was on her. It didn’t seem random anymore.
She was in a white breezy summer dress, something perfect for the weather and occasion, standing near the bar counter. Her gaze was still on me. If it would have been some other day, I might have felt uncomfortable but on that day the confidence was there in the right place (thanks to single malt). The moment her gaze met mine, her lips responded with seduction. She was like a true magnet and I, like a raw iron piece, started getting attracted towards her.
Unconsciously my feet started moving towards those eyes. I couldn’t care for the crowd, the pushing or the shoving. The hypnotized me kept moving on. I stopped a good three feet away from her. Smile was a permanent feature of her exquisite face. I realized my lips were already resonating with the shape of her lips.
I was yet to speak to her but something in her face especially her eyes through her round retro spectacles suggested that she was yet to consume any alcohol. For some strange reason I felt she doesn’t belong here and blurted, “Are you looking for someone?”
She moved her red lips and answered, “YOU”.
The ‘you’ echoed in my head. I felt this couldn’t be real and I had to regain my senses. I kept my drink glass on the counter and took a glass of water and guzzled it in a single go. She was watching me patiently.
“Yes you heard it right. I am looking for you”, She said playfully. There was calmness about her face and was sexy in a soothing kind of way. She was flawlessly beautiful.
“Do you like such crowded soulless places”, she asked.
“Not usually. Only with my friends”, I replied.
“Then how come you are alone today? What brings you here?” she questioned.
“I guess for the same reason that brings you here”, I responded.
“Oh! That means you are here for ME”, She said and broke into a gracious laughter. I was matching her giggle by giggle, mesmerized by the serene sight.
We both had signed up with a dating app, which after proper scrutiny of profiles organized events where singles could meet up. Their interview process was like obtaining a job offer.
“It is getting late and I don’t like it here. Shall we go to my place”, She asked. Though it was a question but she already knew the answer. After clearing the cheque we exited from the place and reached the car park and from there drove to her expensive high-rise apartment.
I know what you are thinking but she was way too classy to be an escort or something of that sort (at least that is what I thought).
It was a huge apartment, which was very tastefully done. We sat in the living room on the smooth plushy couch.
“Would you prefer whiskey or some wine”; She was being a good host.
She poured some wine for herself too. We sat there, chatted and had our wine late into the night. It was too blurry to exactly remember the time when we started melting into each other. She maintained great poise doing everything.
We made insane carnal love. It was pure bliss at least her expressions suggested. Completely spent we both dozed off with her head snuggling into my chest.
A tickling sensation broke my slumber. It was her hand on my chest. She was awake as if she never slept. We again started sharing talks.
I asked, “What do you like as in hobbies and all?”
She looked outside the window. The morning was just round the corner. She turned around towards me with a naughty smile and said, “Morning sex”.
Right after the morning session of love making just when that feeling of love and affection was about to sow its seed, she said, “Could you please do a favor for me?”
“Please go ahead”, I replied.
She handed me a small piece of paper and said, “Please write your name on this”.
“That’s it”, I said still unable to make anything of it. I wrote my name on the piece of paper and handed it over to her.
She kissed the piece of paper and put it in a flashy fishbowl that was kept on an antique table right next to the window.
“What happened? Why did you do that? And why doesn’t this Fishbowl contain any fish and more importantly Why are there so many pieces of paper inside it”, I quizzed.
She stood there quietly. My expression told her that she would not get away without giving an answer.
She replied, “The pieces of paper in the Fishbowl contain all the names of men that I have made love to.”
For all those who have been in such scenarios,
For all those who have made morning love,
For all those who have fallen for beauty,
For all those who still believe in true love.
It’s not a Goodbye…
But it’s a GOOD BYE.
Manas “Sameer” Mukul
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For some strange reason I expected her to be a ghost:) Glad she was real. Impressive that she was keeping score!
Hahahaa…as real as it gets 😀
Geee… Kinky surprise Manas. Reading this I was remembering of a Bollywood flick with some 10 ghostly tales spun together – ‘sex on the beach’. Nice read.
Hahaha thank you Dipika… I am glad you liked and looked beyond stereotypes. Keep sharing and motivating.
I thought the ending would be something different but it was opposite , anyway nicely written
Sorry to disappoint you Priyal. Hope to come up something better next time.
Don’t be please 🙏
it’s a nice story 😊
Liked it ! The way you have described the scene with words from starting till end.
Thank you so very much Arora ji… Keep visiting and motivating.
Liked the flow of the story and the twist at the end. I was hoping for a more sinister kind of end, you took me by surprise. 🙂
Hahahahaha Disha… I am glad that you liked it and predicted something else. Please keep visiting and encouraging.
That’s a very innovative way of keeping track! Where do get these ideas from 😜 Loved the suspense.
It definitely is…hahahaa… Just that its the Joker’s thought process. I never do it intentionally…naturally comes to me….do read the Alien Bridge….n you would be surprised about how I think.
Sure! Keep that thought process alive 👌
What a story! I thought it was an out and out romance but the end turned out to be totally surprising. The description all through the story is very good- it brings alive the initial meeting very well.
The flow if the story is fantastic. Really enjoyed reading this one 🙂
Thank you so much Sona…Your words really motivated me to go ahead and post it 🙂
Woah!! double like to this one, no doubt Karnataka Express one was the best one, but still. Looking forward for many more… – Greedy Fan 😛
Thank you so much Pranoti… Would definitely come out with more to satisfy the greed. 😀 Keep visiting.
Ha ha I was expecting a different ending..nice share
Thanks Neha for visiting and appreciating.