Loving her...

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"Us din humari kahani adhuri reh gayi thi na....." Tapan said breaking Karan's chain of thoughts and doubts ".....chal aaj puri karte hain."

Karan looked at Tapan with a confusing expression on his face wondering the reason behind sudden switch to the story mood.

Tapan didn't give importance to Karan's confusing look and started "So where were we........? Ahh Yes! Marriage."

"Finally I was able to convince or rather trick Smita into marrying me. I had married her to sleep with her and win the bet." Tapan started. Karan glared at him. "Ok Ok.... I know I was an asshole but kahani pe dhyan do."

"After we got married we went to collect her stuff from the hostel she was living in. There I came to know that she had not paid the hostel rent for last 4 months as she hardly had money to even have 2 full meals of the day.

Something within me didn't feel right. I shrugged away the thoughts and focussed on the work at hand.

More than half of the battle was won. Now only the main part was left for which whole drama had been conspired.

I took her to the small hut that I had rented for this purpose. Afterall it was a matter of only one or two days.

Once we reached there she looked around with her big doe like eyes and then asked me where the washroom was.

This was the first time she had talked to me and I felt happy and motivated at the same time. I showed her the excuse for the washroom that the hut had.

It was only covered by cloth from all the sides and didn't have any covering from the top. She took her clothes and some water in the bucket from the public tap and went to take a bath.

I was somewhere happy at the ragged condition of the washroom as I thought it would give me more opportunities to fulfil my goal.

Smiling at this thought I went out of the hut for a smoke. Now she was mine. I no longer needed to pretend to have left all the bad habits. I saw a few boys at a distance, sitting under a tree, and giggling at something.

Curious, I went behind them and followed their line of vision only to find that they looking towards our hut. More precisely the washroom in which Smita was taking bath.

The cloth covering the washroom was a bit torn towards the outer side making certain portion of her body visible while she took bath.

My anger knew no bounds. I beat off those bastards out of that place shouting on them gaining the attention of people nearby.

With raging breaths I looked towards the washroom. She was not there anymore. She must have finished her bath. I waited for a couple more minutes trying to control my anger.

I didn't know why it affected me so much. She was a mere tool for me. I, at once, barged into the hut. She was drying her hair. I collected whatever little stuff we had, held her hand and left the hut.

We wandered half of the day in search of some appropriate place to live in that too within the budget. I had already spent money on marriage rituals, hut rent, her due hostel rent and other stuff and didn't have much left with me.

Finally, at 6 in the evening, we got a small decent place to reside. It was one small room with attached washroom. A ragged curtain hung in the place of the door of the washroom. A gas stove was kept in one corner of the room. That was it.

Once we got settled, she asked me why we had left the other house in a haste. She was so simple. She called that piece of shit a house. Her simplicity was kind of questioning my conscience. I couldn't figure out the emotions I was feeling.