Lust, Love, Drama-Repeat

Ecstasy or Misery?

Marine Drive, regardless of whether it was day or night was always abuzz with people from and of all sorts of walks of life. Some enjoying sitting there and just taking in their surroundings, some getting to whatever destination the Drive took them to, some bringing their near and dear ones there to enjoy some time with them. Right next to the beach though, major organisations had their IT parks and offices as well. Shaurya was sitting in one such building, his cabin having the luxury of being sea-facing. 

It had been a week ever since that fateful night. He had not contacted Alina. He had not contacted anyone as a matter of fact besides just letting his family know that he was well and occupied with work. That night had changed him. It was as if he did not recognise himself any longer. His work was going as usual, in fact for once he felt like he was ahead of the curve. But as a person he felt changed to his core. While he was contemplating what exactly it was, a notification on his laptop disrupted his chain of thoughts. It was time for him to get back to work. 

The same time somewhere in Bandra, a photoshoot was happening. A lot of people were standing out of the frame, some holding refreshments, others lights and the rest observing the woman on a display while the cameraman was directing her on how to pose. The woman, adorned in a tiger print bikini with quite literally very little left to imagination, was looking straight at the camera and narrowing her eyes. 

"Alina darling I am very sorry, I did not mean to offend you. I was merely stating that I want you to give a little more poise to your look, so that I can capture all of your beauty." the photographer said and Alina just waved her hand to dismiss his words. As she posed again her thoughts all of a sudden went to Shaurya out of nowhere,  and she suddenly bit her lower lip while pulling onto the knot of her bikini. 

"PERFECT ALINA! Just like that!" the photographer said and started angling his camera and taking multiple shots. Alina was unfortunately not there. She was lost in her thoughts. A hand all of a sudden held her waist and pulled her hair. As she arched back her neck was exposed and she felt a pair of lips gently touch her skin, right under her jaw. The hand that was on her waist pulled her backwards, her ass grinding against this person's crotch feeling his stifness. His teeth were digging into her skin, making her squirm while she murmured something. 

"Shau-.....!" her train of thoughts were all of a sudden broken by the photographer walking up to her. Was she just imagining that night all over again? But why? Why him? 

"Babe! Those were amazing! Let me quickly get these retouched a little for lighting and I will send them across right away. These were perfect! With luck on our side, these should land on Bombay Times, your Instagram, mine and MensXP all of them by tomorrow."

Alina just gently nodded and looked at her assistant who ran up to her and wrapped a towel around her. "Excuse me. I need to get to another venue now, so I will get changed and leave if we are all wrapped up." she said and did not even wait for a response. She quickly made her way to her vanity and got changed into a more casual dress. Her assistant was standing next to her and she very hesitantly whispered "Um.. ma'am were you remembering someone during the shoot?" 

Alina looked at her with eyes that could make any man cower in fear. "I don't think you are supposed to interfere with my private matters. Better make yourself useful. Call Mr. Vivek. Let him know that I am taking up his offer of renovating my house and for the foreseeable future I will stay in Mumbai. Also, let him know that I want the remodelling to be done keeping in mind I might have someone over more often than not. That'd be all."

Her assistant ran off outside as Alina did a little touchup and walked out of her vanity towards her car. Quickly getting in, she revved it up and drove off to her hotel room, back to Marriott. The whole drive back she was talking to herself. "He probably forgot about me. I mean, why would he remember me? I treated him like just another 'one night stand' as well. Plus, I mean if he does, why'd he not message? Should I get his number?"

"No-....why should I? I mean why would I even?" her thoughts were clouded with indecisiveness and uncertainty. 

Time passed as both of them kept contemplating on what to do. Alina canceled all her plans for the day and stayed in her hotel room. She was laying naked in her bed, her fingers gently pressing onto her womanhood while her other hand groped herself. She was murmuring to herself. 

One moment later Shaurya was next to her, his hand holding a leash that was tied to her neck. When he spoke, no sound emanated but she understood exactly what he wanted and got on all fours. His hand, his skin...brushed against her, teased her. His lips tasted her, made her crave something else. But all she could do was squirm and wait patiently. 

As soon as she felt his touches stop, she knew he was about to penetrate her. The impatience that she had was evident on her face. She wasn't just hoping for it, she was craving it....desperately. As soon as the touch of his tip on her womanhood got recorded in her brain, Alina shouted "Yes~ Give me what I want Shaurya!"

Her eyes were wide open and her fingers suddenly felt a certain wetness, slide down to the palm and onto her wrist. As realisation dawned upon her, Alina sat up and got irritated. "He cannot be this important in my life! Just why?! For goodness' sake, I don't even know his full name!"

Frustrated she picked up her phone and messaged the 'mutual friend' that got them both in touch, ordering him to send Shaurya's number. "You better know this that 'I' am messaging you! It will cost you dearly in the future, you buffoon. The only thing you are good for is satisfying me. That's it!" she expressed as if there was someone listening to her. 

Around the same time, Shaurya was sitting in his flat. A fully furnished 2 bedroom apartment in Marol, Shaurya had enough space to have someone over easily. Unfortunately he did not like anyone's company that easily, so he had rented the place by himself and converted the second room as his study. 

He was laying on his couch, the TV right in front of him playing slow songs. One bottle of Honey Jack Daniel's was empty in front of him, another of Aviation Gin almost halfway done. He had been drinking alone and listening to music. His tie was strung across his neck loosely, while the first two buttons of his shirt were open. He still had his pants and shoes on. 

All of a sudden he sat up and opened Alina's contact number, then clicked on the message button. He started typing something and then deleted it and tossed his phone aside on the couch. "Why do these women always make things difficult? 'Use it wisely?' what for??? Say you want me to come over-simple! Use it wisely for what?! To brag in front of friends? I don't have any! Even if I did...who in their right minds will believe me? Nobody!"

Frustrated, Shaurya laid back down and then picked up his phone out of contempt. He was thinking of deleting her number. "I mean, even if I message her, she'd ignore it. Who am I? A nobody." 

Something inside of him still hung onto the hope that maybe she might respond. His fingers could not type anything else but he just thought that he'd give this a try and then give up probably. 

As soon as he hit send, his phone notification sound resonated in his ears. 

Hi Shaurya.
(Sent 11:33 pm)

                                                                                      Hi Alina.
                                                                       (Sent 11:33 pm) 



[To be continued....]