Forbidden love story
A short story accentuating “fake love tradition”
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Part-5
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continued from part 4................
(click here for reading part - 4)
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I responded her back in quick reflexes under my
sheer ametory. Needless to say, we had done everything possible within that
world inside HYUNDAI i20. She had let
me explore her each and every part of her body, entirely by her own choice,
without any drama this time. We make out for the first time. It was our first
sex. Or at least, it was my first experience. I was novice at this till now.
When we were done with ‘this’, we looked outside only to find ourselves in an awkward
position without any trash of fabric on our body. We looked into each other’s
eyes and burst into laughter, remembering our condition and where about. A
silent awkward look followed by a fresh burst of laughter, again and again.
Finally, the laughter changed into a shied smile and the turned into a serious
look. Soon we both disassembled our gaze and looked outside the tinted glass
window of our glass. The world outside “ours” was seemingly dark. Dark enough
to give us an illusion whether there was a tree or a person standing outside
our car.
“SHIT!”
we
both screeched in unison. We checked for time. It was 8:30 already. We wore our
clothes as soon as we could. Then I switched on the light and adjusted
ourselves as well as the car’s interior which had got messed up during making
out. I then rolled down the window. A fresh pool of cold air had shaken us. It
was chilling cold outside. Winter in this
city is a bitch. I thought. I checked for my cell phone and luckily, there
were no missed calls. Who else, other than this beauty by my side, could call
me? I call my parents all by myself, thrice a week, just to let them know about
my survival on this planet. She too grabbed her phone.
“Fuck!”
She screeched. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”.
The intensity and frequency was increasing with
every “fuck”. I am sure if she had
continued it at the same acceleration for few more seconds; her voice would have
been definitely reached her parents’ ear.
“What
happened?” I asked boisterously to know the reason behind
her perpetual use of ‘f’ word mantra with this energy and intensity.
“I
had missed 19 back to back missed calls from my parents.” She
said panickingly. “It was on silent
mode.”
Sure it was. And thank god for this, otherwise it
would have been intervened our “magic moment” far earlier. She had put her
phone in silent mode deliberately, I guessed.
“They
must be worrying.” I tried to look concerned, although
fake.
“of
course they are. Why else they would have tried my number this frequently.” She
replied.
She was more than panicked. She was wondering
whether to call them back or not? What if they ask her about? What would she
answer for not receiving 19 “concerned” calls? What this…. What that….? Several
questions begin to boggle up her mind. She was mentally numb, I’d like to say.
I looked at her face. It had turned pink due to terror of this tremor. I felt
like kissing her again but I suppressed my urge considering the scenario. It
was the time for make her feel better, in one way or other. Honestly speaking,
I too had no idea about how to do it? Also this moment would be the pillar
stone of our future “magic moments”. I almost snatched her phone from her hand
and hopped into MENU option. Home (19). Her phone displays 19 missed
calls, the key reason of this trauma. I checked for setting option, reduced the
brightness and ringing volume to minimum possible value. It was hardly audible
or visible. Before then, I deleted all the messages and all call details.
She was perplexedly looking at me as she bites her
finger nails. I then went into SETTINGS menu
of her phone and set up a security lock for keypad before handed over her
phone.
“Here
you go!” I said overconfidently as if I had cracked the
password combination of some multinational bank server.
“What
do I supposed to do with this?” She asked with obvious
genuine facial expression cocktailed with perplexity and preposterous look. “And how will THIS helps?”
“Hmmm……”
I shrilled my nostril as I was expecting this
very particular question from her. “Look!
I had deleted all the details expect numbers of phonebook as no one is going to
check it anyway. You can tell your parents that something wrong happened to
phone. The ringtone is not audible and phone keypad is also locked somehow. So
you could neither take their calls nor call them back. PROBLEM SOLVED.” I
winked with a boisterious smile.
“You
are genius, Sachin. This is one of the several reasons I like you so much.” She said enthusiastically as she kissed my
cheek.
I flattered a smile with curling y upper left lip
in response. We then switched our position and driving wheels was now in my
control. I ignited the engine & pulled away the car. She was still panicked
but less than the way she was few minutes earlier.
I credited myself for this. It took us 10 minutes
to reach our residence where I dropped her few hundred yards before the colony
and took a deliberate U-turn and drove back towards town. The sole purpose of
this U turn was to avoid serving any chance to busybodies and keep them
oblivious about what was cooking between us. Thanks followed by two smilies.
A message flashed on my phone, latter in that night.
Needless to say, it wasn’t our only make-out. Next two months, in fact was full of kissing,
cuddling and make-outs. We make out almost every week; sometimes in car, sometimes
in hotel-room, and once, luckily at her place, when no one was there at her
home.
Meanwhile I had enrolled myself in AMIE to reduce
our academic differences. The winter comes to an end. The sun now no more seems
adorable. Her post graduation was also about to complete in few months. The
frequency of our making out had been reduced considerably followed by frequency
reduction of our phone calls and finally the SMSes. Even her e-mails took a
week to refresh my mail box. Although, I taken all these for the sake of her
exam.
After her exams, she told me that she has to visit
her hometown, Patna, where her parents hails from 25 years ago. She promised to
give me her local contact number as soon as she reached there. She never did. She had also promised to
be in touch via e-mails, but she never send any either.
To be continued in subsequent series..........
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