Not every love is pretty
CHAPTER 1:PROLOGUE
I took a pause.
The crowd was making me breath hard. I was ready to puke.
Somehow, I held back. I was staring blankly at the crowd passing me, as I was just standing in the middle of the crowd. The feet felt too heavy to uproot them for walking. I just wanted to drop and sleep in middle of the road.
But I didn’t.
I mustered up my courage and found a bench nearby to rest myself. I ordered a lemonade from the stall next to me.
The Indian summer was killing, but what was even more gripping was the thought racing through my mind.
I looked at the sky and started counting.
A childhood friend.
A budding sports star.
A professor.
A colleague.
A relative.
I closed my eyes and smiled slightly.
Then I spoke slowly.
‘Heh, I really did rule over a harem. Full of variety from different backgrounds. Just for my pleasure. Using their vulnerability as a leverage factor. And today, I really did receive my curse.’
Its not like I didn’t like them. I really loved them.
Well, only one solution right now I can see is to go home.
I picked myself off and finished the lemonade, which gave me some energy to fight the sun.
I reached my house, and a calming smile came across my Face again.
I knocked on the front door. Moments later, there was she. She opened the door, covered with sweat.
She had been cleaning again.
The dress she was wearing was drenched and was sticking against her soft skin. The aroma coming off her skin was mesmerizing. She had her silky black hair in a bun, with a little portion of it lying against her left cheek. Her beauty mark below her right eye was inviting. She had a piece of cloth in her hand, and she was coyly smiling at me.
‘Did you get it? What was the report?’
I didn’t reply, still lost in her blue eyes. I kept staring at her face and eventually dropped my gaze towards her chest.
Ah, I wanted to touch them so bad.
‘Mad, I asked something!’ she said in a playful tone.
It broke my spell and I replied, ’Lets talk inside, Kyo.’
She took a pause, and then playfully turned around. Before I could follow her, she grabbed my right hand and put on her butt.
Then, she said,’ I know you want to touch it, so there is it. Once you strip, I will make your bath. While you take your bath, I will prepare lunch for us. Then we can talk peacefully. ’
I praised her tushie and her co operation with me not saying a single word.
I stated following her and closed the main door of the house after I passed it. She led me to our bedroom. The room was tidily sorted. Not a speck of dirt was to be found. The bedsheets spread across the queen size bed with not a fold to be seen.
The flower printed pillows had bunny and dog plushie in between them. The whole room was scented with room fresher.
I looked around the room and looked at her who still had back towards me.
I removed my hand from her backside and put it at her waist. Then in a quick motion I pulled her towards me. My torso touched her slightly curved back. I put my face on her left shoulder against her, our cheeks touching.
I breathed down her nape and neck, and I could feel a jerk in her body. Hear breathing got heavier, when she wrapped me with her left arm. She put the hand on my neck and let her head rest on my right shoulder. It was like we were coupled at the shoulders, never to be separated.
‘I really struck gold when I found you, didn’t I?’ I said as I bit her left ear slightly.
Apparently, she had more courage than me, because she caressed the back of my neck with her long nails and whispered, ’Mad, your suit will ruin if you stick with me.
I’m full of sweat and I have not taken a shower since morning. So, get a bath, and we will continue.’
Now I took a pause and raised my head off her shoulder, but I did not let her go as my arm was still around her waist.
In another quick motion, I spun her around so that she could face me.
Oh! The beauty that I could not describe.
Now, I had both songs around her perfect waist. I let them run so that they can lift the cloth around them. After some work, I found her bare skin. I had my right hand on her waist, my thumb running next to her belly button, the left hand ran little far and started caressing her spine. The perfect back to touch was hers.
She wrapped me with her arms, both of them on each of my shoulders,
We just stood there for a long time, staring in each others’ eyes.
Then, we started decreasing the distance between them.
Our chests touched, and I could feel her heartbeat. As the distance was decreasing, the eyelids covered our eyes, and we planted our lips on each other. It was a long kiss. We let out bodies do the talking for that moment.
Her supple breasts rubbed against me. The erected nipples poked me. That was best kind of sensation. We were lost in the moment, and we tightened the grip of arms we had around each other. We were both in a state of euphoria. After my lower lips were done caressing her upper lip, the tongue creeped her way into her mouth, looking for her companion. And, in a moment’s notice, my tongue found hers. It was like a shy, timid animal. Afraid of any kind of touch. Reclused and alone. But then it got the well needed touch from her companion, she let herself go and wrapped her tongue against mine. We were complete at that moment. The traffic outside fell silent. The houseflies around became slow in their motion. the crickets in the walls started chirping a little louder.
And just like that, the peace was found.
And just like that, it as gone.
Every noise around us resumed, as we left this world to escalate, and now we were back in the civilization.
We painfully let the distance in our lips grow more. So much so, that i was able to open my eyes and bask in Kyo’s radiance. She opened her eyes, blushed really hard, and hugged really hard, just because she did not want e to look at her flushed face. I reciprocated and hugged her back.
We stood like that for a while, when Kyo continued talking, “Hey Mad, am I dreaming, or your breasts have grown too?”
‘Well, they better be swell! You have been sucking on the nipples and biting them for so long, I would be surprised if I don’t incur a noticeable change.’ I replied.
‘Perhaps, you do not like that?’ she said in a dejected tone.
‘I don’t want to hear that from someone who suggested BDSM in this household. I can take any pain if it’s coming from you, my little beast.’ Saying that, I planted a kiss on her cheek.
‘Alrighty, enough talk. I'm gonna make your bath, so open your arms, and remove your clothes.’
Now, I became sad, but I let her go. There she was, the love of my life, standing right before my eyes.
She gave me a bright smile, and I held her face with both my hands, planting another kiss on her forehead.
She gave me a kiss on hand, held them strongly for a moment, and trotted playfully out the room.
I let out a heavy sigh, pleased to be home.
Then I started stripping my clothes off.
Out came my blazer, my heels, my pants.
Then, I looked in the mirror and gave a nod to my body. It was covered in laced black bra , covering up my 32Cs, and black high hipster panties. The only things I could focus on.
Hmm Hmm. Very nice.
I ruffled my blonde hair a bit and threw them over my left shoulder.
'Another busy day over’ I whispered to myself.
I gave myself in the mirror a big smile, and just like that, Mad or Madonna House, headed towards the body refreshment room.
CHAPTER 2: PROLOGUE PART 2
I entered the bathroom and saw Kyo was filling the bathtub with cold water. There were rose petals and good amount of bath salts in it. I took couple of steps and stood in front of the mirror, this time focusing on my face. I looked for residue resting on it and found nothing. I ran my hand over the face and its curves and crevices, looking for acme and pimples.
Nothing again.
My fair skin was covered in dirt and mild eye shadow.
Well, don’t need the spectacles for the bath.
Thinking this, I put my pair of wayfarers on the washing sink next to the tap. I took a step back and before I unclasped my bra, I ran fingers deep over both my eyelids and let them rest before I could see clear.
‘Hey, this is filled with new bath salts, tell me how it feels, Okay.’ Kyo said, looking up at me.
I removed my hand from my eyes and let them swing towards my back so that they could grab the part of elastic with hooks in the middle. After fumbling a little, I found them.
I let the fingers do the talking and unhooked my bra.
One.
Two.
Three.
POP.
Out came the bra. I stood there in front of Kyo, my bra in my left hand, in just my panties, giving her the visual treat.
‘Hmm, I will let you know, my maid.’
Hardly resisting the smile, I raised my right hand and placed on top of Kyo’s head and said,’ Now go forth in the kitchen, where you belong, and start preparing the delicacies which may pleasure my taste buds.’
I chuckled a little and raised my hand which was on top of her head. The motion was quick and before she could rebut my statement, I threw my bra at her face. It landed on her head.
‘Mad, how many times have I told you to not throw your musky lingerie in my face.’ She removed the bra from her face and continued. ‘If you do that again, I wouldn’t…’
And my panties landed on her face in the middle of all this.
There I was, stark naked in front of this girl who had a big hand in spinning my life around.
‘So, Kyo, how is the view from the bottom? You are near my legs, so you know better, right?’ I said as I tried to imitate braggadocio for some reason.
Kyo removed my pair of panties and stared at my body for some time. then, she picked herself up and went out of the bathroom.
That was sudden!
‘Hey, Kyo, are you okay. I didn’t mean all the mean things I was doing. Kyo!’ I followed her out of the bathroom.
I found her near the washing machine, right behind our bedroom.
She was just standing there silently. Her head was bowed down, staring at the washing machine below in front of her.
I advanced towards her with my hands in the air.
A hug would do everything okay, right?
‘Hey, Kyo, I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to…’
BLURBB!!!
Moments later, I was screaming.
‘AARGHHH, you dork, who throws hot water in this cruel summer?! You FLUFF PIECE OF….!!!’
I got what I deserved, I guess.
She was laughing her ass off while I wailed in pain.
‘Enough playing around, go take your bath. I will be making your favorite curry on white rice.’
Kyo knew how to talk out of situation.
She put her hands behind my shoulders and led the way. I still had my hands over my face when I was led back to the cramped bathroom.
‘Now…’Kyo grabbed my boobs from behind, being careful not to pinch my nipples as it would turn me on immensely.…be a good girl and behave okay. You may be the master in bed, but I run this house, okay, Ms. Big Mad Wolf?’
I threw my hands down and in front of me was bathtub full of chilly water.
‘Yes mam.’ I replied.
She nibbled my earlobe and said Good Girl. Then she left me alone.
I thought to myself what good was no nipple pinching if you were GOING TO TURN ME ON ANYWAYS!!
Hah. I controlled my urges and stepped into the bathtub.
HURRR!
The cold water immersed my feet, my calves, my thighs and I stood there before it could immerse my whole lower half.
Then, I mustered the courage and dipped myself neck deep in the water.
In the meantime, I could her the rattling of utensils in the kitchen.
‘Kyo, if I get cold, you are responsible.’
‘Yes Yes. I will take all your responsibilities.’
I gave myself a smile and closed my eyes.
CHAPTER 3: PROLOGUE PART 3
It wasn’t a long bath. The bath salts did make the experience enjoyable. The raw particles felt nice against the flesh. They were prickly but soothing. The rose petals also provided a beautiful aroma all across the bathroom.
I was staring aimlessly at the roof when I heard Kyo calling.
“Mad, I have hung your clothes behind the door. I did it before you came home. So you don’t have to call me for it. Also, take as much time as you need for the next five minutes. I am starving.”
“Allright princess, I’m coming out now.”
I picked myself up. All the water stuck against my body came up and went down instantly, making a huge splash in the tub, as well as on the bathroom floor.
I ran my hands all over my body before I stepped out.
I walked over and faced myself in front of the mirror. There were numerous rose petals all over my body.
Kyo would oblige me and remove all of them if I walked into the kitchen like this. I chuckled at the thought and stared at my body for quite a while before I started removing the petals off.
I grabbed the towel off the hook behind the door and started drying myself off.
Hair.
Neck.
Torso.
Crotch.
Legs.
Toes.
All Dry.
Before dressing up, I walked towards the window covered with shades. I separated them with my right index finger and thumb. As expected, Mr. Sharma was ready to wave at me. But before he could turn to face me, I threw the shades between us again.
I was done wiping all the water away and now was the time for the shirt. I picked it up, looked at it for a solid three seconds and called for Kyo.
“Hey, Princess. Come over here and change my shirt. I want to wear that ‘I AM MY OWN QUEEN’ shirt, not the ‘I LOVE MEN 50 FEET AWAY’ one.”
I heard the ladle smacked against the dishes followed by heavy footsteps. The footsteps went from kitchen to bedroom and came towards me.
Infront of me was a tapering eyebrows and wrinkled face.
“I swear to god there is a child in you.” Kyo made an angry, but somewhat reasonable observation.
Suddenly the air around me got heavy.
I felt like I was pelted with a brick.
I wanted to respond. I wanted to retort. Words tried to escape from my mouth, but I didn’t let them.
Instead, I gave her a goofy smile and closed the door.
Having my back against the door, myself asked myself.
Well, what are you afraid of? You have to tell her someday.
TODAY!
I have to tell her today!.
I hung the yellow shirt back and put on the red one, followed by a pair of navy capris. Then I barged out of the door and yelled,” Its Lunch Time Baby, and you Better Believe It!”
CHAPTER 4: SOLUTIONS PART 1
It was a pleasant afternoon. Kyo was telling me all about the fight in the neighborhood that took place in the morning. Apparently, a lady’s husband’s laundry flew over to their neighbors' place and the neighbor denied giving it back. She also let me know about the shopping spree we were going to next weekend. I told her about my day and how people tried to cop a feel out of me, and how I got them fired on the spot. We were laughing and enjoying ourselves.
I guess this is how the normal life goes.
The clock read Eight o’ clock. We were done with the lunch and I put the last set of dishes in the sink. Kyo had her apron on and she looked like a sexy maid. Her pink top and matching thigh high skirt was inviting.
“Hey, do you want a hand?” I inquired.
“No, I will be done in no time. You can go ahead and start setting the bed up.” Kyo replied.
I walked out of the kitchen and took a left towards our bedroom. I took the sheets out of the cupboard and turned the A/C on. I let the first cold breeze hit my face.
What a pleasant environment. I can keep the news to tomorrow.
I wanted to cherish this normal life that was bestowed upon me for the first time since last thirty-one years of my life. I have only been with Kyo for eight months, and we have grown close, are married, and now Kyo is my housewife. Also, she is the man of the house, because she is calmer and saner than me. Last I checked, hothead helped nobody.
I stepped away from the A/C and jumped on our bed.
Ah! What a nice scent. Today would be a good sleep night.
A moment later, I collected myself and opened my laptop bag, which was on the side of the bed. This was Kyo’s and my laptop. Since we have nothing to hide, we don’t need two computers in the house. We did conclude ‘SNS kills relationships’ pretty soon in our relationship.
I turned it on and it flashed me and Kyo on the beach.
Young and full of energy, even though it was only four months ago.
WHATEVER! IT WAS OUR HONEYMOON. IT’S SPECIAL NONETHELESS.
I looked at the picture, smiled at it, and clicked on the browser.
I opened HipHopDX, Youtube, Youporn and Messenger.
On HipHopDX, I looked for anything new and interesting.
On Youtube, I searched for ‘Gay couples in India’.
On Youporn, I searched for ‘Lesbian scissoring’
On Messenger, I logged in and waited for its response.
I went back to HipHopDX and started scrolling down. It was the fifth article. The Headline said, “PRICILLA APPLEWOOD READY TO PROMOTE HER NEXT ALBUM ‘LEWD AND LOUD’ THROUGH A WORLDWIDE TOUR IN 27 COUNTRIES”.
I was excited at this news. It went on to mention all the details about the tour. They gathered couple of mainstream rappers to perform, as well as some underground rappers.
Good for her, thinking to myself, I closed the tab.
Next was Youtube. The first video was about the emcee going to all kinds of people in the streets and asking questions about same sex couples. It was Eight minutes and Thirty-Seven seconds long.
I had only watched for twelve second, when the laptop chimed, drawing my attention towards the ‘Messenger’ tab.
I clicked on it, and found the worst person messaging me.
It was Cline, again.
Hey, got some new beats. E- mailing to your work E-Mail right now. Expecting your response in next two weeks, the message said.
I started slamming my fingers on the keyboard.
‘Cline, are you FUCKING nuts? Why are you messaging me like this? You know Kyo knows my password and operated my account from time to time.’
His response was fast too.
‘Well, you were online right now, and you don’t show up online around this time usually. I thought it would be the real deal. Well, seems like I was right.’
Now it was my turn. ‘You shit for brains, stop predicting and tell me why you would think I would help you write any more songs?’
‘One, because you are a ghostwriter. Two, we pay you good money. Three, you don’t want the potential of your friend waver do you? You know I am the credited writer on all the hit singles.’
He got me there. I could not throw away the chance to earn money.
‘So, what is the potential of the singles?’
‘I knew you would come along. I knew we had some connection.’
‘Stop barking and crunch some numbers.’
‘Hmm, by the past experiences, I’d say 72%.’
72 is near to 66. Two out of three songs will become singles.
’I’d take 32.’ I named my price.
‘Thirty-Two thousand rupees. Got it!’
‘Thirty-Two Grand. US Dollars. Not a cent less.’ I corrected him.
He started typing a message, but I responded before his message could reach me.
‘Take it or leave it, Cline. I have a good life here.’
His ‘now typing’ disappeared. He disappeared.
He went offline.
Well, Deal is made then.
I went back to the Youtube video and it was nearing its end. I closed that tab too and went to Youporn.
I looked through three pages before a video could appeal me. I clicked on it and it started playing. Quickly, I took out the earphones I had in the laptop bag. After playing for nearly five minutes it started getting good. And then, heard an ‘Uh Uh’ near the door.
It was Kyo.
She cleared her throat to get my attention.
I took the earphones out, shut the laptop in an instant and gave her an awkward smile.
“Hey, how long have you been here?”
‘’As long as you have your hand in your pants.” She pointed towards my left hand touching me between the legs.
I was so lost in myself I started masturbating without knowing.
I took the hand out and raised both my arms in the air like I was held at gunpoint.
I tried to come up with an excuse, but I failed. My expressions went from confused to embarrassed. Then, I came clear and asked her directly, “Which excuse would you prefer?”
“Go wash you hands and meet me on the bed.” Kyo had given me my marching orders.
I packed up the laptop, put it on the side of the bed, and jumped out of it straight to the sink.
When I came back, Kyo was sitting near the dresser, combing her hair. She had a see-through red gown on. She had killed the lights, and only the lamp by the dresser was lit. I stood near the door, looking at her. Her blue bra and thong offsets her red gown. Her black hair shone in the light. It was like staring into the galaxy.
So, so beautiful.
She looked like a dish, ready to be eaten.
She noticed me looking at her. Then, she put the comb down and stood up slowly, facing me. Without uttering a word, she walked up to the bed and laid down face first. Her butt rested there in all of its glory.
Kyo let out a single sentence,” Well, what is taking you so long? Its my turn to be cuffed tonight!” She ended it with a wink.
I went over towards the dresser and took out the cuffs and whip out of the first drawer. i started walking towards her and her legs were welcoming. I bent down and gave her calves little smooches. I made my way up to her tushie and planted kissed on both of her cheeks. All the meanwhile, kyo was moaning softly. It was a mesmerising aura around us.
I went over towards her torso. I flipped he body and there was her face, all flustered. I put my hand between her legs and she let out a cute squeal. I started running my hand upwards.
Her smooth skin was like butter. Her temperature was almost at a melting point. I was running my hand all over her torso. From her waist to her belly to her breasts, I was working all of them out. She was rubbing both of her thighs alternatively. Now I put both of my hands to use and took her arms, raising them above her head. Her smooth armpits had a strong aroma which was unique to her. It was even stronger today because she hadn’t had a shower. Even more inviting. I had both of her hands in mine and I cuffed her against the bed. I switched my side from her long fingers to her flustered face.
I bit her left ear softly.
And there was another moan.
“HAH! HAH! AAAHHHHH!!”
I whispered slowly into her bitten ear, “Tonight we go crazy. I hope you are ready Mrs. Kiyomi Madonna House.”
Saying that, I put my lips on her earlobes, and let my tongue touch it too.
Her body shivered.
I dragged my tongue against her skin and put it on her luscious lips. They parted and my longue got intermingled with hers.
She is as eager as me, I thought. This would be a fun night.
Continuing my kiss, l let myself lose in the moment.
CHAPTER 5: SOLUTIONS PART 2
It was middle of the night.
The clock’s hands seemed to be loud and rang in our ears.
We had the cuckoo clock, so we got hourly alarms. This also helped me keep the track on my sleep. I knew if I slept at twelve o’ clock, I have to wake up at sixth cuckoo’s sound.
The latest cuckoo chimed eleven times.
The room was dark, but the moonlight pierced through the vent and lit our room as much as it could. it laminated the part of our bed, and the rest of the light rested upon the facing wall. The crickets were singing their own tune, which would be bothersome to somebody trying to sleep, but it contributed to the environment which was created by both of us. The A/C was whirring at top speed and minimum temperature, contradicting the room temperature.
It was like a night on the grass, with cold breeze hitting every fiber of our body, while we basked in the moonlight.
All this nature’s magic reserved in this room.
And in this heavenly feel, there we were, on the bed.
Panting heavily.
Kyo’s hands were still tied up, and possible tired of this pose. Me on the other hand, had Kyo in my arms. With our breasts touching each other, we could hear our heartbeats just fine. Our erect nipples touched each others’ skins like electrodes, sending shivers down the spine. Our entangled legs which met at our crotches were dripping wet with cum and sweat. Together, the aroma was euphoric. It was the magic of the body and its stimulation to the maximum level.
I was still catching my breath when I removed my hands from Kyo’s back. Her backbone was arched towards me, and voluminous chest was caressing me. My hands went touching from he back, to her risen shoulders and then to her tied hands.
I tried to free Kyo but forgot the obvious reason why it could not be done.
It needs a key.
And the key is on the bed somewhere.
It hurt me that I had to separate from Kyo’s flaming body, but I had to give her, her freedom. Thus, I had to sit up on the bed. I looked at Kyo. She still had her eyes closed.
“Mad, come back here, the air feels cold” she said in a soft tone.
“Hold on princess, let me find the keys to your cuffs. Then we can rest together. I want to feel your long nails digging in my back too, you know.”
Saying that, I fumbled across the messed-up sheets. I moved Kyo around a little and found it sitting near her feet. Quickly, I went back to lay next to her and unlocked her cuffs.
Second later, she embraced me.
Pushed herself into me.
Held me tightly.
I was mesmerized by this gesture. She did this every time she felt vulnerable.
‘A Hug can save the world’ That is what she said.
We were laying side to side and her face rested right above my breasts.
“Baba, you want to come on top?” I inquired.
She responded in a cute nod.
I put my left hand below her waist and picked her up with all my might. With our skin still in touch, it was a successful move on my part.
Now, her breasts were on my neck and they felt WONDERFUL.
She was looking at me with wet eyes.
I ran my hand in her sweat drenched hair and rested it at her nape. Then I gave it a slight push and we locked lips for the nth time for the night.
After we separated our lips, I continued pushing her head down as much as her lips touched my shoulder.
We kept that pose for some time without moving a muscle.
After you let your bodies do the talking, your mind needs some rest.
I could hear Kyo's heartbeat calming down. It was not as jumpy and wild like an ocean. Now, it was serene and calm like a river.
All this time, I had her in my embrace. It is these moments, where Kyo could break her touch demeanor and let out her scared self. She knew I would save her from this world.
Even though it was SHE who ended up saving me when we first met.
We both have grown up so much, haven’t we, hime?
Now that it was confirmed that Kyo was all right, whispered in her ear, “That was amazing. Want to congratulate my new techniques with whiskey?”
Clearly, she was embarrassed. So, she rubbed her cheek against me in a nod. I kissed the same cheek and slowly landed her on her side. I opened my embrace and let her lie on her back. We were both looking blankly at the roof, thinking about how lucky we were.
Intense love making births intense feelings.
“Heave Ho!”
Saying that, I left the bed. The marbled floor was cold to my feet. So I made it quick and rushed towards the kitchen to get a bottle of Glenfiddich and two glasses. The warm air of the night contradicted to m current body temperature. It was not pleasant in the least.
I started going through shelves and storage of the kitchen but all in vain. I started feeling uneasy, so I decided we would make do. What I ended up with was two coffee mugs and my emergency stash of Ballentine’s.
I ran back to the room, where the light was already turned on. Kyo was waiting for me under the sheets. She had a seductive look on her face. How could a person resist someone they love, if he/she is biting her/her lower lip?!
“Kyo, stop. I need to sleep because I have work tomorrow. We have reserved more than one round for weekends remember. And weekend is three days ahead of us.”
Kyo mannered up and sat up on the bed. The sheets fell on her thighs, leaving her breasts exposed. She looked like an innocent cat rather than the ferocious tigress a second ago.
“Atta Girl!” I marched towards the bed and tossed her the mug. It fumbled in her hands, but she was able to catch it. Before I could see her pouting, I was already sitting on the bed next to her.
“Pour me a treble.” She demanded while she pushed her glass in my direction.
I opened my mouth for a suggestion that this amount of liquor should not be consumed in one go, but she did not let me speak.
“Since I do not go to any work in the morning, I can sleep late. Your tiffin is already sitting on the table. Cleaning and washing would be done in your absence anyway. Thus, I would like a treble.”
She wasn’t going to budge, so I gave into her demands. I filled her cup to her heart’s desire and settled for one-fourth her amount. We sat there on the bed, speaking nothing, taking sips of alcohol.
I looked at the clock and it was past 11:30.
If I don’t sleep by twelve, I won’t have my minimum Six Hour Sleep.
“So Mad, would you like to tell me about the reports that were supposed to come this afternoon?”
Suddenly, the air felt still. The atmosphere felt heavy. I was full of guilt and I did not want to face Kyo right now.
I just want to run away.
I don’t want to disappoint her anymore.
She asked me for one thing, and I have failed for the third times now.
How can emotions change this rapidly? Do I not have enough courage, or am I the person with intense mood swings? Or am I, unstable?
“Negative.” It took my whole body to utter that minuscule word.
Those four syllables came out of mouth for the third time.
I was broken and helpless. I did not know what I was supposed to do.
Suddenly my body started shaking badly. The weight of the cup was too much for my frail fingers. So, I let it go. The liquor spilled on my legs and my chest. Some of it went on the bed sheets.
My eyes started flooding. Tears were rolling down my cheeks in no time. I put my shaking hands on my face but to no avail. To let my sorrow emotions out, I was about to wail.
But at that moment, an arm wrapped me from behind. My body was pulled behind and I felt warmth enveloping me all over my bare back. The arm extended and started wiping my tears away. I was still a mess, and I was crying unceremoniously. Without pause, my body vibrated because of that sorrow.
Kyo removed her hands from tears wiping duty and threw herself at me. She hugged me from behind and transferred all the warmth she had in her heard into me.
“A hug will cure the world.” She reminded me. “So, what if you are not pregnant right now. Not everybody gets pregnant in their first try. If you are okay, we can try again.”
“But Kyo, it was the third time. Hmmmf. How can I bear a child next time when I failed like three times before?” My tears knew nothing when to stop.
“Hush, Silly Girl. Stop talking this nonsense. You will become a mother. You will give birth to a beautiful child. Come here, I will turn the lights off and we will lay down, Okay?” Kyo comforted me.
The lights went OFF. The room was dark again, and I was laying on Kyo’s arm, sobbing.
“Be courageous, Mad. The solution will come to us. To YOU. Stop forcing your body.”
She let the statement sit in the air for the moment.
Then, she continues,” How about we go to a doctor. Take his advice?”
That fact lit a fire under me. Suddenly, I stopped my sobbing and replaced with my overbearing personality again.
“Yes, we can totally do that! GOD! Why did that idea did not strike me? I will call Trigman right now!”
I rolled over Kyo’s arm and picked up my cellphone from the shelf next to the bed.
“Mad, I know you are happy with the idea, but its almost-”
“SShhh, its ringing.” I didn’t let Kyo finish.
It rang for twenty-five seconds before the other person answered, “Hello, Dr. Trig- “
“Trigman, I am coming to you on Friday, two days from now. Make an appointment.” I didn’t let Trigman speak either.
I hung up my phone and looked at Kyo. She had a confusing look on her face.
“You… You really are excited visiting your gynecologist, aren’t ya?”
“Kyo…” I opened my arms and fell on her. “… Thanks darling for the suggestion.”
We were kissing and hugging again. Rolling around the sheet was our domain of happiness.
In that jovial mood, my tears dried up to their cores.
Maybe. Maybe Trigman can give me some suggestions. He has known me my whole life. I hope it works out for me. And if it does, it will make Kyo very happy.
Amongst all these smiles and laughter, we let ourselves fall into the nightly slumber.
Wrapped in each others’ arms, entangling our legs and holding our hands, it was time to sleep.
CHAPTER 6: SOLUTIONS PART 3
The day was hot as ever, the sun was lurking over the populous’ heads, showing its dominance in a brightly lit August day. The birds chirping outside were barely audible, but the hustle and bustle of Mumbai was lively as ever.
I was feeling hungry, as the day was in its eighteenth hour and I had my lunch around One O’ clock. Kyo had already eaten and was sitting outside in the waiting room, while I was laying down on a Gynaecologist operating table. I had my legs separated and each one of them was on the fork of the table. My pants were off, and I only had my black cotton panties on. My blazer was hanging behind the doctor’s office door and my white shirt was getting crumpled with my back. It was my first time experiencing this, although I have seen this position a lot of times.
The doctor, wearing a lab coat appeared on the side. He was putting his rubber gloves on.
I guess its time.
“Don’t be nervous. I will not stimulate you in any way. Even though I do, you will not feel anything, won’t you, Mad?”
I let out a heavy chuckle and said, “No shit Trigman. Why, I am gay. I don’t want a man’s fingers near me.”
“There you go.” He said that and moved from my side to in front of me. He was looking down into my crotch while he tightened his glove on his other hand.
“Do you mind I remove your panties with my teeth?”
“Depends, do you want to get your licence as a doctor revoked?”
“Good point” he replied quickly and went down to his knees.
Yup, it was Friday. I was at a Gynaecologist. I would prefer my childhood friend touching my private parts, rather than some stranger. One: there is a factor of trust. Two: He won’t develop any feelings for me (and there is a good reason for that.)
So technically, I was here to meet my friend (and get myself checked), and not to save money!
[He in NO way, gives me a discount on his services.]
Hmm Hmm. Totally professional.
So, if I was on a doctor’s table, why was I talking about weather outside? Because I had to walk to reach Trigman’s clinic. I missed my metro and I was not going to pay for a taxi ride. Auto rickshaws would have been lacking in speed. Therefore, I slithered my way out of the crowd. Lucky for me, Trigman had booked the whole evening for me.
If that isn’t a good friend, I don’t know what is!
Kyo was in the waiting room. She reached here ten minutes before me. I almost had to hear an earful for being careless from her, but Trigman came out and saved me from her wrath.
Then, he gave me some directions and precautions, which I totally didn’t ignore, and laid down on the operating table.
Back to my checkup, he parted my panties to the side and started inspecting. All I could feel was a person other than Kyo touching me.
GROSS
After some medical mumbo jumbo, I was told to dress up.
Trigman went to the back office to get the reports and other references. My legs were sore, and my vagina was dry. I went to the adjacent bathroom and splashed some water before I put my panties in their right place. My hair was all tied down, so I started making a ponytail, when I head the jingle at the door. Even though ‘CLOSED’ sign was on the display, there was somebody barging in.
I cam out of the bathroom and went in Trigman’s back office. He was diligently stuck to the computer.
“Hey, Trigman, somebody is at the front door. Which means that somebody is INSIDE the clinic.” I let him know.
“Hmmm… What time you got?” he was absorbed in the computer screen.
You have the time on your computer, you git!
I didn’t have my cellphone on me, so I browsed the room for a clock. I found it on the wall behind Trigman.
“It is seventeen minutes past six.” I said.
“That dumbass might be home.” He replied.
My eyes started shining. I was filled with excitement. I almost started jumping.
“Mapalla is HERE! Why didn’t you let me know? It has been forever that I have met him!”
Saying this, I rushed outside and saw Mapalla entering the Operating Room.
“MAPALLA!” I let out a scream. He looked at me and gave a warm smile.
I ran towards him and jumped right before I could touch him. I wanted to see if he still had it in him.
Soon as he saw me flying at him, he opened his arms and let me land into them.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. I gave him a tight hug and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
I was still in his arms when I started asking questions, “How are you here? When did you come back? Why didn’t you let me know that you were back? How long are you going to be around?”
Now it was his turn to reply. “Woah, easy with the questions there, kid. I am happy to see you too. Now will you step down, you have gained quite a weight.”
“How rude of you. You don’t see me enough already, and when you do, you don’t go easy on your angel.”
“HAHA. Well, I don’t have many people that I can joke around. Talking about positives all day drains your energy, after all.”
He released his hands from my waist and I slowly unwrapped my legs around his’. I landed on me feet, and untangled my arms too, letting him free.
That is what he was, a free bird.
“Ah, nothing better than sweet home.”
Saying that, Mapalla climbed on the Operating table, and put his legs on each of the forks. He was in the same position I was in almost ten minutes ago.
As much as I was happy, I was also cold, so I went over towards the office’s door and put my pants on, followed by my heels and blazer.
After all it was done, I went over to Mapalla, who had his eyes closed. He looked cute, for a mid thirties man.
I had notoriety in my mind, so I walked over between Mapalla’s legs.
“Hey Mapalla, what if I unzip your jeans with my teeth?”
“That would be hot. I would probably click some pictures and show it to my business partners, and they will give me even better opportunities.”
“On what account?” I was confused
Taking the pack out of his jacket, he lit a cigarette, and continued, “Charisma points, angel.”
“Yeah whatever.”
“Where’s the princess? I can’t see him.”
“He is in the back, will be out soon. No seriously, I want to unzip your jeans really badly now.”
Saying that, I put my hand on his crotch.
The bulge gave me a shock.
“Oye, that’s mine.” Trigman was looking at me with murder in his eyes. He was ready to toss the file he had in his hands at my face.
I shrieked a little and moved couple of steps back.
Mapalla moved his gaze from my activities to Trigman’s face.
“Hello, princess.”
Trigman moved over near Mapalla’s face and smacked him with the file he had in his hand.
“Mappa, how many times do I have to tell you, turn the exhaust fan ON if you have to smoke in here.”
Mapalla also retorted with something and their bickering started.
That sight, it gave me peace.
It gave me pleasure.
It reminded me of Kyo and I.
I guess it is home after all.
Yes, there is the reason why Trigman would never need to develop any feelings for me.
Simply because he is married to Mapalla.
CHAPTER 7: AT LAST, THE PAST
The cold, bone chilling winter.
Mapalla, Trigman and I were raised in an orphanage in Dhaka, Bangladesh. There was always an explanation why a child was in that orphanage. I guess they wanted to give us a footing to stand on and not a reason to lament. We were not treated badly per se; we did consume three meals a day and sweets on festive occasions. Apparently, our orphanage was one of the many which was funded by foreign textile industries. We learned later that it was their attempt to hide child labour activity and money trafficking for tax evasions.
I was brought to the orphanage following a huge blast when I was nine. I can’t remember when or where it took place. What I do remember is the sonic impact of the bomb against my eardrums. I can still emulate the vibration I felt in my body at that moment. I was received by Father Gonzo, a priest who ran the place. I knew he wasn’t practicing religion when I understood what he and the other priestesses did in their time off.
It was a decent place with stone floors and concrete walls. I was introduced to other children, a total of twenty-five of them. Eighteen boys. Seven girls. Well, with me included, it was eight girls now. The youngest one was an eight-years old girl. The oldest one was a fifteen-years old boy. The fifteen-year-old boy was appointed to show me around, which he seemed not too happy about. The group dispersed only until two boys were left. One of them was obviously the fifteen-aged. The other one was standing besides him, smiling at me.
The boys gave me a signal and I started walking behind them. They introduced themselves as Mapalla and Trigman. Mapalla Pavlona was a Mexican boy with lanky body and dark toned skin. He was a tone darker than the wheat skinned. Apparently, Mapalla’s parents came to Dhaka for earning some money for his school. But when they found out he was dyslexic, his father abandoned his mother and went to Mexico alone. His mother, out of trauma, blamed Mapalla and started smashing her head against their house’s wall and ended up in a mental institution.
Trigman Gallant was an English boy. He was a chirpy individual why trotted all the way while he introduced me to new environment. He was an eleven-years old guy who looked like he was sixteen. He was tall for his age, and the proportionate body did help convincing me. He told me that he was in Dhaka because he murdered his bodyguard. Apparently, he was a troubled child. His old house life was not stable. Having a business man dad and a gynaecologist mother, they excelled in their professions. But they fought every second they were together. So Trigman started killing off family pets to get their attention. What he gained was scoff.
Trigman was sent on a Southern Asia tour with his butler and bodyguard so that he could reflect on his actions. His parents thought that the representation of the poor would convince him to understand his parent’s situation.
Was this whole plan an indirect explanation of their situation or excuse?
Thinking about it, it can be the reason!
I think Trigman saw through this farce, and in the Bangladesh, which was their fifth stop after Pakistan, Nepal, Sri Lanka and India, he murdered his butler in his sleep. A stab through his ribs with a rusted machete he found on the street.
He called his father from his hotel room and let him know about the nightly activities.
All his dad could say was ‘Thank god’.
And then he hung up on Trigman.
His parent abandoned him in the middle of the night, in the foreign country, with no economical help.
At last he turned to an orphanage for support.
That was two years ago.
Mapalla and Trigman entered the room with six beds. All of them were shabby, but they were clean and nicely organised. One of the beds did not have the bed sheet or a blanket on it.
Mapalla pointed at the bed and said,”That bed is yours.” He pointed in another direction. “There, you can find sheets and blankets.” He then pointed at the main door. “Go two doors down the hallway we came from. That is our room.”
He had no expression on his face. It was completely blank. I could not tell what he was thinking, so I just nodded timidly.
Mapalla took two steps in my direction and crouched, whispered something in my ear, and left me.
My bones were chilled after what I heard.
It was around two in the morning. I did hear some rumbling around, but I did not pay it any mind. Or rather, I had forgotten what was going to happen. I realized it when I felt a gush of hot air near by tummy. I opened my eyes lazily and saw a guy had pushed my shirt up and was touching my bare skin.
Immediately, I opened my mouth to scream, but only muffled voices came out. I had a handkerchief tied around my mouth, and there was another guy who was almost done tying my hands with his shirt. I started wriggling around like a fish out of the water, but the weight of the boy near my legs neutralized my efforts. I was moving my body in any way possible so that I could prevent my body touched by his hungry hands.
All the efforts were to no avail, and it got worse when the guy tying my hands tied them against the bed.
Now both of them are free to violate me!
I CAN NOT SHAKE ONE PERSON OFF; HOW WOULD I EVADE TWO OF THEM?
I could feel the breath of the first guy all over my torso. I barely had my chest covered, and the winter outside was not helping. I was shivering with both fear and winter. I was twitching.
Finally, I could feel his breath hitting my right nipple. Now, I could not hold it. I had to do something.
Miraculously, I did not cry, but I did start screaming on top of my lungs, hoping somebody wakes up and push them off me.
My muffled voice got louder and louder with every attempt. I was pushing the handkerchief down to get my mouth free, and I was happy to see the possible opening. All the time, the guy pushed my shirt right until my neck, baring my upper body. The second guy just stood there, waiting for his chance, I believe.
I guess the first guy reached the tipping point, so he started rubbing his hands all over my chest. Now, I could not hold it. I gave up
I Gave Up.
My body’s shaking was lessened. I stopped moving around because I was overcome with fear. My muffled voice turned into cries as my eyes started watering. I was sobbing heavily and at the same time, the guy was lowring his hand. It went from my bare flesh to my thighs. He gaped his mouth open and let out the saliva of lust drip on my pyjamas. He was repeatedly touching my inner thighs, while I was a sobbing heap of helplessness.
The other guy had his hand in his pants and said slowly,”Hey hurry up Lad. Somebody might come.”
The first guy glared at the second one, and then softened his expressions. “Nobody is coming at this time of the night. The father is already busy with the nuns, so we can have our time.”
“Not Quite” A voice came from behind the guy.
It was a similar voice, the one I heard in the afternoon.
It belonged to the same person who whispered “We are escaping today. The Priest has a lot of money, and we are taking it all. Then, we make our escape. If you want to join, you will have to endure the demons who will come hunting you tonight” in the afternoon.
The guy went from laying on me to turn to face Mapalla, ready to punch him across his face. As soon as he turned around, Mapalla pulled him in his direction. It looked like he was hugging the guy. Seconds later, the creep received Mapalla’s love.
Mapalla stabbed the guy in his left hip with the kitchen knife. He pushed the guy’s face deep into his chest. The hug was to supress his screams. Which it did. Alongside flailing his arms around, punching Mapalla in his waist. Since he was in pain, he did not have the full strength to resist him.
As he was flailing around, the second guy charged at Mapalla, but caught the full swing of Trigman’s punch across his face. Before his body could hit the floor, Trigman caught him mid air, as to not make any unnecessary noises.
I was lying there, crying with no control. This time, I had a faint smile across my lips, because I was saved.
Trigman came next to my bed and closed his eyes. Very carefully, he grabbed the corners of my shirt, and pulled them down. He did not open his eyes until he felt the cloth was stretching, which meant my body was covered again. Then, he went near my head and opened the knots, freeing my hands. Mapalla dragged the guy off my bed, so that my feet were free too. I pulled my legs and crumpled myself on the bed.
Trigman changed the positions with Mapalla and was holding the guy at bay. Mapalla reached infront of me and called for a coat. I looked up to him, while he wrapped me with this oversized furred coat.
“Here, this will keep you warm. I already have the money, so we are ready to move. The priest is having sex with the nun who is head of security. This is the best night to flee.”
I could not move a muscle, my body was shaking, but I did not know why. I was not moving a muscle, and still there was twitching in my movement. I was sitting still, and still my world was spinning.
I extended my arms and kept them on Mapalla,s chest. Then I softly moved my head and put it against his chest too. I could hear his heartbeat.
It was calming.
It was beautiful.
It was like
Family.
I started bursting. For me, there was no end to my crying. My tears were not of fear, but content.
My world had changed so rapidly in recent time, but I was content with all the changes.
I was content with my parents’ death.
I was content with this forceful attempt on my body.
I was content with his haughty attitude.
I was content, as long as I could follow these boys around.
Mapalla and Trigman, you are my reasons.
My reason of hope.
My reason to live.
My reason to breathe.
It was 3:48 in the morning.
Three kids with pockets full of money, were catching their breaths at a local tea store.
There were chairs around, and local songs were being played.
The three kids went to the shop owner and asked for three cups of tea with sweet buns and milk rusks.
They sat down on one of the tables and waited for the food to come.
One of them said he was going to look around for something and left the table.
He’d be fine. I thought. He has a knife on him, and he saved my life today.
I have full trust in him.
He returns after ten minutes with a bulky guy.
“Everyone, this is Mr. Dote. He is a truck driver, who is hauling lots of hay. He is also headed towards Nepal. I have asked him to help us get back to our school we got separated from. Mr. Dote agreed to this. Everyone, thank Mr. Dote.”
We were lit under our skins. We were going to another country, away from all this tragedy.
“Thank you Mr. Dote.” Me and Trigman said in a unison.
“Its all well and good, but your parent will pay for my help, right?”
Mapalla replied instantly, “Ofcourse sir, they had the finances to help us out, but they are running into legal troubles. We are children, so we do not have our passports. That’s why we seek you to lend your hand in this complex situation.”
“Ahh, I’m feeling really hungry…” Mr Dote said.
“Don’t worry, breakfast is on us. Please order what you may like.” Mapalla was rather chirpy.
As soon as Dote left the table, Mapalla took a sip out of his tea, and threw it out because it was cold.
He wiped his mouth and let us know all the details.
“Nobody is going to look for three orphans. We will start a new life with this money. We will also give Dote some of it.” He dipped the rusk in cold tea, took a bite, and continued, “Nobody is allowed to speak for the next three days. That is how long it would take for us to be hidden in all the hay and make it to Nepal.”
“But Map, how did you convince him? We don’t look like” Trigman questioned
We discussed some more details, and we were ready to move at around five in the morning.
Dote stuffed us in the bails, and sprinkled disinfectant, which had a bad stench.
This way the guard dogs won’t notice you guys, He explained.
This started our three-day long journey. Only stopping for eating food. No breaks for bathroom, and minimal talk.
It was not as cold as we expected, but we also didn’t feel much because we were asleep most of the time.
At the end of the journey, we reached Kapan by 4 pm. Dote dropped us infront of Daffodil School, where we told him our parents would be waiting for us.
We came out of the hay, all covered in our piss, but safe and sound. We stood next to Dote, pretending for our parents to come, when Mapalla just threw bunch of banknotes in the sky. They entered Dote’s field of view and he crouched on the ground to pick them up. When he turned around, it was only him standing infront of the school.
We ran as fast as we could, as far as we could.
The legs were wings, which hadn’t been spread in three days. Thus we had the power to cut through the wind. We were dashing through the streets like roadrunner, only difference being that there was no coyote to chase us.
We ran.
We dashed.
We escaped.
We jumped into the horizon.
With the screams we let out at that moment, that is what Mapalla and Trigman’s bickering sounded to me right now.
Three kids, all grown up.
This did feel like home.
