He smiled. She nodded. They loved.
He smiled. She nodded. They loved.
He smiled. She nodded. They loved.
He reached out for her, one last time. It was a sequence running in slow motion. Beethoven’s ninth symphony played in the background, as he fell from the sky. There was a smile on his face, a tear drop rushing up into his hair and wind in his face that wouldn’t let him breathe. There were buildings around him, dimly lit with the dark sky creating a dramatic background. He was losing altitude. He could see her silhouette, far below, getting lost in the mist that now covered the city he once loved. he was falling, and so was she. There was no way he could catch her. He tried, but as soon as he thought he was nearing his aim, he saw the ground coming up fast, and lying in a pool of blood, was the girl he wanted to hold for one last time. He could smell his own blood, waiting to get splattered on the road. He thought, for a second, maybe this will stop, but then he crashed into the ground, once and for all.
Fuck! I had woken up in the middle of the night with a headache and an irritating sound right next to my right ear. It was few seconds later I realised that it was my phone ringing.
“Who the fuck calls in the middle of the night?” I asked myself as I picked up the phone.
“Hello?” I said, half shouting, with a mind to screw that bloody caller’s happiness.
“Hello?” I said again, in a calmer voice.
This time, there was a voice at the other end of the line.
“Hi. I’m sorry to call you at this hour. But I need some help. I’m not asking for anything, but stay on call. Will you. Please?” said the voice.
There was something about this voice. It was a girl, maybe in her late twenties, a little intoxicated, but knew where she was going. There was a sense of direction in the way she talked, yet, there was nervousness.
“Why should I?” I asked.
“I’ll do whatever you ask me to. Just stay on the call till I reach home please. I don’t trust the cabbie I’m about to get, and I don’t want him to know that I’m alone. Help me please?”
“Sure. But how did you get my number?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you everything, just stay with me for some time.”
“I’m here. Calm down.”
“Thank you. I’m just getting in. The conversations might drift around a bit. But please bear with me.”
“Sure. Whatever you say.” I said, letting out a small sigh. I could feel It was going to be a long night. An interesting experience.
And it was. An interesting conversation, an interesting night, and a lifetime worth of memories. For the story, had just started…
I stood there, looking at her sleep in the bed, with a cigarette burning between my fingers. She was beautiful. I had slept with many, and it was always the same. You get drunk, go to a hotel, have a one night stand, and before you know, either she, or you, are out of the hotel. I never cared to ask for their numbers, nor did they care to ask for mine. But tonight was a different night. As I looked at her calm body, breathing slowly, shining in the moonlight that came through the curtains, I felt my heart beat faster than usual. For the first time, I felt the blood rushing in and testosterone, out. I thought of waking her up, but then, I made myself a large peg of scotch and sat down, looking at her…
“Fuck she’s beautiful!”, I said to myself.
Part of her face shone in the moonlight, her smudged eye-liner, un-lipsticked lips and sparkling nose ring told a beautiful tale of passion and lust. Even though we were on the twenty third floor of the hotel, she, and not the city outside, was a view worth dying for. There was a smile of satisfaction on her face. Her dusky body shimmered like the black diamond in moonlight. I sat there, sipping my scotch and staring at god’s most beautiful creation, when she opened her eyes, and gave me a tired smile.
I sat there, my eyes fixed on hers. Maybe she had figured what was going on in my mind, because she gave a big smile before sitting up. She slowly stood up, eyes still fixated on mine. She stood there for few seconds, holding that silk sheet close to her breasts, and then, she let the silk sheet fall. I could see her standing there, dark and beautiful, like a goddess ready to tear me apart.
I sat in the chair (which was for some reason getting more uncomfortable with each passing moment), staring at a body that people would die for, and yet, for some reason, having sex wasn’t on my mind. I smiled at her as she came close to me and sat on my lap. I was about to tell her my thoughts when she spoke, and what she said broke whatever heart I had.
(to be continued…)
Kabhi zindagi bikhar jaati hai kuch is tarah, ki jab bhi batorna chaho usey, zakhmi haath aur dard bhare aansu hi mila karte hain.
I was sitting there, waiting for her to tear me into pieces. I still couldn’t get my eyes of her hands. I wanted to hold her hand, and not let go . Wanted to tell that i wanted her. I wanted her bad. I wanted her to Hold me again, like I’ve never been held. Claw me, scratch me, bite me, like she was doing not even an hour back.
“Is it time to go darling?” she asked.
I looked up to see her face. She was looking out of the window. Her breathing was normal, but somehow, i could see some sadness in her eyes. I wanted to tell her i didn’t want her to go, when she spoke again.
“Should we pack up? I guess it’s time for goodbye.” She said.
“But…” I had not even begun my sentence whe she got up. I could still feel the warmth of her body burning into mine. I could see that body walking away from me, and i couldn’t bear it. I got up and walked up behind her. Held her by her hair, turned her around and kissed her hard. I didn’t choke her, but it was difficult to figure out whose air we were breathing. We broke off the kiss after a few minutes. She looked deep into my eyes and smile.
“You’ve got an apetite darling” a soft chuckle followed her breath.
“Just for you my love.” I whispered in her ears.
“Don’t make this a habit dear. I won’t be there for you forever.”
Somehow I hated this sentence. We were there just for one reason, and yet, I felt a hot rod piercing through my heart. Why couldn’t we be together? I had the money. I had the power. I had the apetite. I didn’t care what she was or who she was. I just wanted her with me.
Maybe she knew what i was thinking, for she looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. Then, she broke off and said “it’s time we take a break sweetheart. Let’s go. I’ve got a sad life to get to.”
A sad life? Here was one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen, let alone slept with. She looked rich, commanded respect, showcased power. What could possibly be sad?
Again, she answered before I could say anything.
” I know you’ve been thinking of me as an angel. People make that mistake often. But I’m no angel. I’m just a devil in disguise. I’ve seen things that make men weak. I’ve experienced things that women would hate. I’ve been through a lot more than average, and I’m here because i needed one last break.”
“I don’t care who or what you are my love” I said. “I want to be with you. I don’t give a fuck about anything. I want you.”
She smiled again. “I know you’re falling for me love. I can see it in your eyes. Sadly, we can’t stay together.”
I kept looking at her, like a child who’s favourite toy had been taken away from him.
Her smile disappeared . “Don’t make this hard for me. I like you too. In fact, i like you a little too much. But darling, I’ve got to get back home one last time. Don’t ask the details, but let’s just say you’ll know about me soon enough.”
The smile had completely disappeared, and her face was serious, stern and determined. Suddenly i felt her grip tightwbing around my waist, she hugged me hard and then whispered, “Once you know who i am and you still want me, maybe we’ll be friends.”
As much as I was scared about what she might be planning, I smiled. Maybe this was the hope I was looking for. Maybe this was what would work. Who knew. But I had something to look forward to. Even though for a night.
“I want to spend some more time with you before you go” I said, expecting rejection.
“Bed then?” She said with a smile. There was something about this smile. It Wasn’t the one that made me lust for the kiss, but was something that made my heart skip a beat. After a long long time, I felt like not having sex, but making love. And we did.
An hour or so, we made love to each other. It wasnt a fuck-n-go thing, but something deep. We didn’t need it, we meant it. Something had happened. Something beautiful. An hour or so, we were together, and then, the alarm rang. She got up, kissed me and went to get dressed. I got up, sat back in the chair and gulped down a neat ine before pouring myself another. Alcohol didnt do as much as she had done.
She came out, all decked up like she was when we had met. No smudges, well-tied hair, dressed to love. I got up, gulped down the drink I had and wore my trousers. “No need to escort me sweetheart. You’ve done enough already. Take rest. We’ll meet soon.” She said, while hugging me. She gave me a peck on the cheek and we parted. A tear rolled down my cheek as she closed the door behind her. There I was, alone, after a long time. Alone enough to think over my sins. Alone enough, to miss her already.
बहुत कुछ कहना चाहा था तुझसे, पर तू ने कभी हमें सुना ही नहीं, आज जब हम चुप हो चुके हैं, तो तू इस सन्नाटे में हमारे अलफ़ाज़ ढूंढती है,
तुझे तो याद भी नहीं, तेरे रास्ते रोशन करने के लिए हम कितना जले हैं, और आज जब राख बन चुके हैं, तो इस अँधेरे में हमारे चिराग ढूंढती है।
बहुत दर्द दिए हैं तू ने, इतने की अब दर्द नहीं होता, रूह इस तरह काँप चुकी है, की अब ख़ुशी का भी एहसास नहीं होता,
न जाने कितने सालों पहले गुज़र चुके हैं हम,
और तू आज आ कर, इस मिट्टी से जिस्म में इश्क़ का एहसास ढूंढती है,
न जाने क्या सूझा है तुझे, की तेरे ही दिए हुए सन्नाटे में, तू आज, हमारेे अलफ़ाज़ ढूंढती है।
He had waited for her letter all his life, hoping to read her answer to his proposal.
Today, someone from her family left an old piece of paper on his grave. With one word written on it… Yes!