And I Owe It All To You

Rohit

After college I started looking out for a job and I got selected too for a corporate travel firm.

I liked my job as it came with lots of limelight. Back in those days working for the travel agency was one of the fancy jobs in Mumbai.

Airlines threw lavish parties almost every weekend which came with dancing, booze, gifts, holiday vouchers and much more. All that was so fascinating. I started going to parties on every chance I got. Rohit never liked me being a party animal. We fought almost every day as he does not approved my drinking and partying traits. Also somehow I mostly end up being the center of attraction cause of my dancing and outgoing nature in those parties.

I was having a tough time with Rohit as gradually he became more suspicious. He started asking about my whereabouts every now and then, to be frankly I was okay with it as I never lied to him. My dad once told me. "If in any situation you feel the need to lie... That means you are doing wrong." And that thing got in my nature, I became more blunt.

He even started checking out my phone. The funniest part was I never kept password though. With time his surprise visit to my office increased too.

Our relationship was becoming worst from the bad. He tried to control and dictate my life and things started getting escalated between us, yet I never thought of ending my relationship with Rohit. I begun to feel distant. Some time I tried to evaluate our relationship in which I felt lonely, even when we are together...

But I always fought. I fought for the people I care. I was hoping for taking our relationship to next level, not now though but maybe someday.

After losing my dad things turned out to be intolerable at home for me. I was worried about being at home as every day there was some new drama waiting for me. I spent more time at the office since it was the only place where I found peace. At least there was no one to judge me.

On Friday evening I and my team decided to hit on the party which was sponsored by Emirates. I didn't socialize for months after I lost my dad, I was devastated.

"I just love these Arabs parties. It makes you feel royal... At least for once. Their food and those exquisite liquors are next level." I looked into mirror while applying lipstick and pressed my lips to settle it.

We were already late for the party by an hour.

"Agreed, Can't deny on that part." Pooja laughed.

"Sam why don't you get married to some arab? Your life will be like queen. All you need to do is give one or two son to that arab and make peace with his other wife's... Think about the other perks... Babe." She sat on the bathroom platform crossing both her hands around her chest.

"I have heard... That they are very horney... And they fucks like they are riding horses." I looked at her in amusement.

Ewwwww... We both laughed.

"Really think about it... This way you will get rid of your phycho family and your paranoid BF... Also, they don't fuck everyday... See here is the thing... If you are his wife number Five... Your number will come only five to six times in a month... They have that kind of rosters for each wife." She got down from the platform and winked at me.

"What... Seriously... They do that..." I stared at her. I was horrified to hear this kind of arrangement.

She laughed. "Oh common Sam... All you have to do is close your eyes when he jumps on you. You can think about someone else... You know... Ummm... May about your Noah Flynn." She stood in front of mirror adjusting her push up bra.

"No ways... Noah Flynn is just my hero... When he will be on me, I am never gonna let him get done with me. I will mix some viagra in his drinks." I smiled winking at her. I have some sort of strange obsession with this character Noah Flynn. I must have read The Kissing booth novel more than 50 times I guess.

We burst into laughter.

"Okay, so arabs are out of scope... How About Punjabi's... They are trending across the globe... I heard they are well settled in Australia, US, UK, Canada etc... etc... All you have to do is wear red salwar and sit outside some gurdwara. Then get into good books of one aunty chanting Mummiji Mummiji and one sweet aunty will fall for you and marry his son to you, then you will get your PR in jiffy... Once you get your citizenship... You say tata bye-bye to find your prince charming. Which I don't think resides in India... Girl... Trust me you are not a cup of tea of some ordinary man... You are rare species and only a real man can handle you."

She just hates Rohit. She feels he is ancient and even her grandpa's grandpa is having far better thinking than him.

"Short cut baby... Short cut..." She held my hand while walking.

"Shut up... Pooja... My Boyfriend is already giving me nightmares... Right now I can't risk thinking about a creature named as husband."