Kishore would have his occasional cigarette when he was stressed out. And these were the days when he sweated the most. His engagement was on the next day and in one or two months his marriage would happen. This was the most crucial time of his, life as he would think about life, love and future.
I'll be having kids now.
No!
His mind screamed as he puffed his cigarette and let the smoke get inside his lungs. Kishore had lied to Vijaya about his smoking.
"I have quit it," he had said.
"I love you so much." There was so much warmth in her eyes that he wasn't able to explain the truth.
Kishore went through his parted hair. He wasn't worried about the marriage with Vijaya. She was everything he thought he was not capable of having. She was amazing and beautiful and all words fell short when it came to her. It was the marriage in general. He had asked her first, yes. But he was frightened about it.
Kishore tossed the cigarette on the ground and crushed his foot on it to stub it out. He thought about the recent developments, especially that which concerned Pran and the inspector. Pran's death was horrifying. It was the worst kind of murder and the police were clueless as to who could have done it. Pran hadn't been the closest friend to Kishore, but he was after all a friend and a very good basketball player during their college years. Things had changed. The funeral was sad. Madhu wasn't there and she had every right to not come.
"He was trying to rape me," she had said. "You can't really expect me to come there, can you?"
They couldn't but Kishore was indeed hurt. On the other hand, this led him into thinkingâwho is this Ashok Dogra? He wouldn't have cared about the guy if there wasn't something off about him. He had this look about him; paleness, emptiness. He didn't have an expression. It really freaked him out.
Kishore for a moment had thought Ashok was dangerous. That means Madhu is in trouble too. But meeting him for the first time, he couldn't determine it. He wanted the photograph. He had lied to Ashok about how he didn't remember anything. He did. But he knew the idea had to be kept aside unless he had proof to back it up.
He scrolled through his contacts, trying to get a familiar name and ended up getting Bunny's number, who was currently living in Chandigarh. Bunny was part of his class. I'm not sure if he organized the Dogra event. What the hell?
He dialed the number. It rang. Bunny picked it up. After the initial exchange of pleasantries, Kishore asked the question he had been waiting for.
"Do you remember the event, the talk we had in Faith Academy with this person called Ashok Dogra, around ten years back?"
"Man, I don't remember what I did yesterday, let alone ten years back."
"Is there any way I can know the details of that event?"
"I don't think so. It was long back man. The details must be off the records."
"Is there any way I could find information or a photograph of that event..."
"I might have the school magazine with me. I have to find it. They mostly covered these sorts of events, complete with photographs and all."
Bingo!
"Great. Whatsapp me when you find that event's photo."
"Bhai, whatsapp and all is not my forte; I'm too drunk to look over. I have this big collection of magazines from school. I'll just courier it to you. You can check whatever you want."
Ugh. Lazy ass. Bunny had always been like this.
"Fine, just send it to me fast."
*
Madhu had worn her lehenga, and heels, which were dark red in color. She came out of her room to show it to Ashok, who was glumly sitting in the living room. As soon as he saw her, Madhu found his eyes lighting up with excitement and shock.
'"Wow, you look ravishing,"
"Don't I?"
"I love it. Nice choice."
She twirled around a little, as if giving a show for him and then she walked back when Ashok called out to her.
"Madhu?"
"Yes?"
"How close are Vijaya and Kishore to each other?"
"Very. Five years into their relationship."
"And you are good friends with Kishore?" he had a careful tone in the end.
"Sort of, why?"
"Did you know he smoked?"
Madhu pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Why would you say that?"
"I could smell it on his breath."
All the flaring of his nostrils had finally come in handy apparently. "Just make sure not to mention this to Vijaya, otherwise she'll kill him and then kill you for telling her this."
"He must be worried about his marriage. He seemed stressed."
"Are you good at reading people or what?"
"I can't help it, you see."
"You need to stop doing it with my friends. They are good people."
"I'm sure they are."
Madhu smiled and then was about to return to her room when a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her aside. She found her body jerking against his chest. Heaving, she looked up at Ashok, who had surprised her with this sudden intimacy.
"What are you doing?"
"I couldn't help it. You look too good to be true." His hands were running all over her body, as he kissed her on the neck. "I can't stop anymore."
Come for my lips.
She closed her eyes as his hand grabbed her butt and squeezed it hard. A current flowed down her legs, tingling and weakening her knees. His lips traced her collarbone, kissing it gently, before moving to her neck, where he licked her. Finally he moved to her lips. It brushed against hers, the softness of it contrasting with his hard, groping hands. Their lips rhythmically moved together, until he slid his tongue into her mouth, wrestling amorously for the winner's position. His one hand had reached for her hair, and he clasped it hard in his fist and pulled his mouth away.
"No," she moaned. "More."
He had been holding her by the hair and she liked it. It had passion and a little bit of sweet torture to it. She hadn't been handled like this and she wanted to feel every bit of her body being broken by his ministrations. His hand went for her breasts and he cupped it in his hand. An ecstatic feeling coursed through her. She wanted him to touch more of her, flick her nipples and lick them. She had never thought she would want this until he touched her. It was like an instant reaction. Unfortunately, he left her wet down there, unsatisfied as heck.
But the very touch, the very hold of his had just made her reach another realm. She wanted to be in his grasp for a long time. He wasn't touching her or feeling her. It was almost painful and humiliating. But to her convoluted mind, she appreciated that he was taking it slow, no matter how much she wanted it.
And then he said the words that were stronger than any physical contact for her.
"Be mine," he whispered into her ears, before nipping her earlobe.
"Always," she responded.
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