The Lost Thread

The Folder

Dhruv picked up the folder with mild interest. He had forgotten about that man entirely. But Satish thought it was important, as the guy was seen asking around his offices and in newspaper offices about him.

The first page had a image of Krishnacharya did not match his concept of a con-man. An army doctor, well-respected trekker, he was the last man to attempt embezzlement. Maybe he was too harsh to judge him. He also used to lead trekking trips into the remote regions of the Himalaya.

Maybe he was a part of his team. He mailed Satish to find out about the trekking team he had joined 3 yrs ago. But what interested him more was why was the guy digging around. What did he want from him anyway?

He lazily turned the pages while he sipped his whiskey. Krish had just returned to his base in the mountains. His daily routine is hard to spy on as he lives in the base, but his social life is not difficult to track. What social life would be there anyways, in such a dump? Dhruv snorted.

Suddenly his eyes glued on to a photograph. His heart stopped and resumed in a very slow beat. It was not a close shot, but it showed Krish with a girl. No, a women, if her curves were any indication. She was holding a child in her arms, while Krish walked beside them. There was something about the woman that got him, some little tingling that had started somewhere near his heart made him turn the pages in haste to find another close photo. 

He found one toward the end. It was taken at a roadside stall. There were two women in the picture, with the child nestled in between. Krish was on the other side. Both women had a besotted look on their face. Dhruv felt intense anger and a tide of jealousy toward Krish. Dhruv threw the folder away and switched on the TV. He was here to enjoy some rare moments alone from his busy schedule. The folder spoiled it all. 

He tried the sports channel, but his mind kept going back to the woman. Who was she? He got up and picked the folder. Satish's men had provided some tiny details about the women. The beautiful one was a teacher at the local school. Maya.She was also a single mother, who lost her husband in the flash floods three years ago. The other woman was her tenant, a researcher from U.S.A. According to Satish's man, Maya was Krish's girlfriend. Dhruv smiled derisively. Looks like Mr. Krish is more interesting than the first page of the folder suggested.

Dhruv forced his mind to focus on something else. He was an expert at this. His mind had compartments, and he can easily shove something in one, and forget it completely. He concentrated on the meetings he had tomorrow. He lost track of time, until someone knocked on the door. It was his brother Nihal.

'Hey bro, do you wish to go out for a party?'

Dhruv took some time before he answered. He really did not feel like company tonight. 

'Nope'

Nihal came in and sat down on the sofa. 

'You know Dhruv, you need to chill out more often. All you do is work, or fuck. There has to be more to life than that you know'.

Dhruv is used to this. Everyone in his family thinks he should be doing more.

'Or Nihal, you should try to party less and work more. There is more to life than just partying, you know'

Nihal signed. He worked with Dhruv for almost 12 hrs per day, but nothing seems to be enough for his big domineering brother. It seemed to Nihal, Dhruv was burning himself too fast. If he does not take a break, he will have a breakdown. Not to mention, the sudden burst of temper that almost always ends up in violence. There is something still needs to be fixed in his brother, only he was not the person to do it.

Nihal signed and got up. Dhruv did not notice, he was already deeply immersed in his work.

That Night...

Dhruv slowly latched on to one erect nipple, suckling softly. He loved her right breast more than her left. So, he always started with right, kissing slowly around the nipple, lapping at the back spot just under her brown circle, working his way to the erect nipple, all the while she wreathed in his arms. He loved torturing her with pleasure. She started moaning, and Dhruv swiftly covered her mouth. After a passionate kiss, Dhruv leaned back to have a look. Maya's pink mouth was now red and swollen. 

Dhruv woke up with a start. It took him some time to realise he was alone. It took a few more moments to understand it was a dream. Dhruv swiftly swept away the covers and went into his bathroom. He quickly splashed some water on his face, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. It had been ages since he has had his last wet dream. Maybe in his teen age year. It's amazing how he could dream about a girl he had only seen in photographs. 

His mind filled with anger. How dare his mind pair him up with a woman so simple and boring. He has had film-stars and supermodels in his bed. And she was someone else's girlfriend. Krish's girl friend. But it had felt so real! He needs to know more about this woman. He picked up his phone and dialed Satish's number.