Her Fantasies

3. sex with ex ⛈️

I have been single since my break-up with Ram, and it has been two years of focusing on personal growth, making responsible decisions, and moving forward. I've been living a good life, working hard, and striving for success. But sometimes, a part of me yearns for a little chaos, a taste of the wild side. I find myself wondering if those so-called "bad girls" are actually living life to the fullest, embracing spontaneity and adventure.

I know my judgment is cloudy. How can you expect me to think straight after having 4 glasses of vodka? No, wait... 5! Ah, I've lost count after 4. It's my ex's bachelor party. What am I doing here? I guess today is the day I decided to veer off the path of my usual life.

To be honest, I seem to have misplaced my best friend somewhere in this house, and I'm on a mission to find her. Despite the vodka flowing through my veins, my bitchy side kicks in and I navigate the crowded space with ease, strutting in my stilettos as if I've just caught a whiff of the vodka and nothing else. I know my best friend, Sana, is wearing a neon green mini dress, so it shouldn't be too hard to spot her.

But wait...

is neon green suddenly the trend of the night? It seems like every other girl is rocking the same color. Ah, there she is! I finally locate Sana, standing out from the crowd with a big bow on her shoulder.

I spot her in the corner of the house and make my way towards her. "Hey Karma, what brings you here?" Ram asks. I roll my eyes and retort, "Your girlfriend invited me. Don't you two communicate?"
I notice a subtle, melancholic smirk on his face. I offer him a quick hug to congratulate him, and I catch a whiff of the cologne he's wearing that I chose for him. I act as if I didn't notice and continue past him.

"Sana, let's go," I say, urging her to leave. However, Sana responds, "I want to spend some more time with my ex." I pause for a moment, realizing the complexity of her situation. "Sana, you are married, and your husband is waiting for you in London. It's not cool to engage in intimate activities with your ex," I advise her.
"Ew! Why should I stay loyal to him when he's clearly been involved with other girls in my absence?" Sana retorts, her eyes welling up with tears. I gently pat her head, understanding her pain, and decide to let her enjoy her time with her ex-boyfriend.

I walk over to another group of friends from my school. They are busy discussing Ram and Siya and how perfect of a couple they are, using the hashtag #SiyaRam. With Ram on my mind, I create my own hashtag, #KaRam. Wow! Such a hardworking hashtag. #KaRam means "work that we do." Maybe we didn't work hard enough for each other.

Siya joins the group and says, "Hey Karma, have you seen Ram? They said he was with you."
He was with me? I don't understand who his girlfriend is. Maybe she just forgot that a prefix has already been added to my designation. I am his ex-girlfriend, and Siya asking me about him makes me suspicious.

Everyone is looking for Ram at his party and in his house. My vodka takes an active role in finding Ram. If all my senses were working properly, I would never have thought of looking for him. However, my vodka is right. I walk to that corner of his house where he usually goes when he is worried, and what could worry him more than getting married?

I find Ram alone in that small, compact storeroom. He loves this corner of the house because no one ever bothers coming to this side. I knock on the door and say, "You should be out and at the party."

He replies, "You should be in here, inside this room."

My heart skips a beat. "I'm sorry, I don't want to disrupt."

I I enter the store room and respond, "Are you talking about Siya?"
Ram nods and says, "But I want to talk about you."
As I approach him, I notice he's holding a half-empty bottle of vodka. Being in a room with my ex, both of us drunk and ready to consume more vodka, is not a good combination. It's a situation that should be avoided.