Khushi sat down in front of the mirror and reached out for her makeup box, fumbling around with the contents to find the foundation and concealor. Once equipped with these two miracle workers she turned her attention on to the reddening spot on the transparent skin that stretched across her color-bone. Shyam’s love-bite. Looking at the hickie and remembering how she had got it made the heat rise in her cheeks again. She traced her fingers lightly across it as she closed her eyes remembering the passion with which he had tasted her last night. Her finger absent-mindedly worked across her face and body as she traced the path his fingers had taken the night before, relishing her. She could feel the tingle she felt under his loving touch, as her fingers replicated his. She shuddered and quivered from the memory and longed for his touch again. His loving embrace.
It still was unreal for her what she had done last night. She had never been one of those girls comfortable with going the whole way with someone, before marriage, but last night....last night had seemed right. Besides it wasn’t like she had done it with a wrong person, she had done it with her fiancé, and more importantly her trusted friend and love. Yeah in retrospect she would have tried to hold herself for another month, when she was his lawful wife, but what did it matter, in a month they would be and no one need know what had transferred last night, that would remain between them. Besides it wasn’t like they had committed a crime, they had made love: beautiful, amazing, heavenly love.
Shyam had always been a romantic, she had known, but she had never perceived the love he was capable of giving her until last night. It had been beyond words and she had voiced that last night too, when his advances had made her incapable of any expression but the physical. She further blushed at the memory of what her hands had done. Last night had been magical. It had been everything a first time should be like and more. She giggled at the thought of what her friends would say if they found out, they would all scream and ask her for details and tips, especially Payal, her sister and best friend who was about to be married in a few short hours and she needed to finish getting ready for the event. Bottling her thoughts about the previous night and going back to covering the love-bite with make-up, Khushi hastily finished getting ready and then headed out her room through the adjoining one to her sister's, to check on her.
Payal sat there nervously twitching as Buaji and her group of friends fussed and fretted over Payal’s jewelry, dress and make up. She spotted Khushi in the mirror and appealed for help and Khushi obligingly came to her rescue.
‘Aray, aren’t you all going to get ready, the groomsmen will be here soon. Here leave Jiji to me, I’ll finish getting her ready.’
Seeing her point they all scuttled, but not before they had bombarded Khushi with advice and tips (that Khushi would make a mental note of not applying) on how to get Payal ready. Once they were out of the room, Khushi walked over to her sister, who gave her a nervous smile, thanking her for getting rid of the women.
‘Hmm lets see....this will not do, Jeej will think you’re a clown and not a bride....’ Payal let out a whimper, ‘not to worry my sweet, Jiji, why fear when your darling sister is here.’ Khushi smiled at her encouragingly. With that she set to work, first cleaning the art work of her Buaji and friends, then applying fresh make-up on Payal. Once the make up was done she helped her with the jewelry and then the veil. Once completed they both looked into the mirror at the bride, Payal.
‘Wow Jiji, you look gorgeous...’ Khushi exclaimed as a glistening tear, escaped her eye. Payal caught the tear in her hand and looked up at Khushi,
‘What is this Khushi, I thought we agreed no tears until the ruksati time, besides you know if you cry then so will I and then what will happen to all this make-up?’ Payal said soothingly, although tears were beginning to well up in her eyes too.
‘Hunh...yes...no tears no tears....Jiji otherwise my efforts will end up looking worse then Buaji’s..’ with that they both burst into laughter as they hugged each other.
When they finally broke apart, Payal stated something that made Khushi’s heart beat race and thoughts churn to the night before.
‘You look beautiful too Khushi. If Shyam ji saw you right now, he would take back his word about delaying the wedding another month and marry you today in the alter before me and Aakash ji took the vows, oh I wished it would have happened that way, us being married on the same day, but alas he has a point too he can’t get married in the middle of case....’Payal went on, but Khushi had stopped listening after Payal had mentioned how Shyam would rejoice in seeing her and may be even change his mind about the marriage date.
Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to run down to his room and twirl around in her elegant green out-fit, showing off how it enhanced each curve in her body and made her skin glow, or may be the glow was the after-effect of last night. Making up her mind immediately of heading down to him before she went over to the marriage venue she left Payal’s room in a hurry, giving her the excuse of how she had forgotten to give the Pandit ji the garlands for the ceremony.
She raced down the vintage halls of the elaborate Sheesh Mahal, where Payal’s wedding was taking place and came to halt in front of the lift. She punched the up button and tapped excitedly on the pad as she waited for the lift to come. Once in, she pressed the button for the top floor and walked around the spot as she waited the lift to climb the seven floors, where the extravagant Patio was and the exquisite suites. One of which were inhabited by Shyam. She knew as she had been there with him all of last night after she had received his text to come meet her in the Patio. Confused she had gone, for she hadn’t expected him to be back last night, as he had said he would arrive on the day of Payal’s wedding. But when she had met him he explained how he finished his meeting early with his client in Delhi and flew out on the first flight, just to see her before the wedding, make sure she was doing ok as he knew how close she was to Payal and so as happy as she would be for her wedding she would be sad too, to see her go as Payal would now be moving to Delhi after her marriage. From there, one thing had led to another and they had ended up in his bed making fairy-tale love.
Love with Shyam was like the one you read in books, he was that perfect sweetheart. They boy-next door. He had always been Khushi’s support, after Payal. She had known him since she was eight, when she had moved in with Amma, Bau ji and Payal after her parent’s tragic death. He was their neighbour and he had always harboured a special corner for Khushi, doing special things for her, just to make her smile. So falling in love with him had been easy, he was every girl’s dream, as her friends would constantly remind her. Thus when he had proposed, in the most beautiful way, he had taken her to her parents’ house, brought her out on the terrace where she had spent every night gazing at the stars with her parents; there he had knelt down on one knee under the starry sky asking her parents and her, their permission to marry their daughter. She didn’t need to think, he was her best friend and love. She had let out a very high-pitched yes, which Shyam still teased her about, but then she had been highly emotional in that moment, so the fact that she had even managed to say something was a feat for her even if it was in the most atrocious of her voices’.
The lift blinged, jerking Khushi out of her reverie. She had reached the top floor. The doors opened and she headed out. There was loud music emanating from the Patio, the hotel manager had mentioned about there being several events taking place tonight. Without stopping to glance in she turned left and walked over to the suites. Shyam’s was at the end of the corridor: The Maha-Raja Suite. She hurried over and to her glee found the door ajar, she could surprise him. She pushed the door open and stepped onto what was keeping it from closing. A tie. That was odd, Shyam generally was a tidy man. May be he just got in, he had had to rush out to the office this morning, may be he just got back and seeing as the groomsmen were about to arrive it made sense that he quickly hacked off his clothes not bothering to pick up after himself, figuring he could do that afterwards. Hmmm Shyam without clothes...now that was a sight Khushi wouldn’t mind seeing again...she suppressed her giggles as she proceeded into the room towards the door to his bedroom.
As soon as she was near enough the door, her smile slipped from her face. Something was not right, she could hear heavy breathing and weird grunting noises. What was wrong? Was Shyam ok? Panic stricken she took the last two steps and threw the doors opening,
‘Shyam?! Shyam are you okay?!’ she cried out in fear, as she bounded into the room, only to stop short as she was slapped in the face by a florescent blue bra, that did not belong to her. As she slid it off her face she saw how the man she loved let out a loud grunt while he devoured a skimpy looking woman on their love bed.
It was as though that bra had been a fist of iron that had gutted her in the stomach, as she stared up at the scene in front of her, horrified at the reality that was unfolding before her. This man – friend, whom she had idolised, loved, trusted was in reality a disgusting animal. Who had not loved her at all, but merely played with her and her feelings. She could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes, on the verge of pouring out. But she caught herself before they flowed over. She was not going to let this man see her cry. He didn’t have a right to see her cry anymore or be a part of any of her intimate feelings, the only emotion she was willing to show him was rage.
She swallowed back the lump that had risen in her throat and threw the bra she had been twisting in her hand on the floor as she launched herself at him.
‘YOU FOUL, LOATHSOME COCKROACH!!’ she screeched as she plunged her hands in his hair and yanked at them, causing the slut of girl he had been with to shrink back with fear while he finally realised he had company. 'YOU DISTGUSTING EXCUSE OF MAN!! HOW DARE YOU?!! HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH MY HEART IN THIS WAY!!! YOU A**H***!!’ She was now on top of him scratching and slapping his face while he cowered under her anger. She beat at him ferociously, as for the second time in 24 hours her hands better expressed the passion her words failed too.
When she began to wear down, she got down from the bed, threw the skank in the corner a disgusted look and stalked off towards the door, stopping at it to add,
‘And Don’t You Dare Show Your Face at Jiji’s Wedding Alter, Your Presence Will Besmirch The Purity of the Alter!’ she spat in a menacing voice.
‘Khush-‘
‘DON’T’ She began as she crossed the room and slapped him one more time, ‘Don’t you dare utter my name with that filthy mouth of yours, you have lost the right to say my name or be in my vicinity!!’ with that she began stomping off again, when a dead weight on her hand stopped her yet again, she looked down to see what it was. His engagement ring. She felt the lump rise in her throat again, as the memory of that beautiful occasion came back to her, but she stifled the tears, she wouldn’t let this sorry-excuse-for-a-human-being see her broken. She yanked the ring off her finger, pivoted on the spot and threw it at him. Then, finally, she stalked off, this time not stopping until she was outside in the hall again, where she let her emotions engulf her.
It still was unreal for her what she had done last night. She had never been one of those girls comfortable with going the whole way with someone, before marriage, but last night....last night had seemed right. Besides it wasn’t like she had done it with a wrong person, she had done it with her fiancé, and more importantly her trusted friend and love. Yeah in retrospect she would have tried to hold herself for another month, when she was his lawful wife, but what did it matter, in a month they would be and no one need know what had transferred last night, that would remain between them. Besides it wasn’t like they had committed a crime, they had made love: beautiful, amazing, heavenly love.
Shyam had always been a romantic, she had known, but she had never perceived the love he was capable of giving her until last night. It had been beyond words and she had voiced that last night too, when his advances had made her incapable of any expression but the physical. She further blushed at the memory of what her hands had done. Last night had been magical. It had been everything a first time should be like and more. She giggled at the thought of what her friends would say if they found out, they would all scream and ask her for details and tips, especially Payal, her sister and best friend who was about to be married in a few short hours and she needed to finish getting ready for the event. Bottling her thoughts about the previous night and going back to covering the love-bite with make-up, Khushi hastily finished getting ready and then headed out her room through the adjoining one to her sister's, to check on her.
Payal sat there nervously twitching as Buaji and her group of friends fussed and fretted over Payal’s jewelry, dress and make up. She spotted Khushi in the mirror and appealed for help and Khushi obligingly came to her rescue.
‘Aray, aren’t you all going to get ready, the groomsmen will be here soon. Here leave Jiji to me, I’ll finish getting her ready.’
Seeing her point they all scuttled, but not before they had bombarded Khushi with advice and tips (that Khushi would make a mental note of not applying) on how to get Payal ready. Once they were out of the room, Khushi walked over to her sister, who gave her a nervous smile, thanking her for getting rid of the women.
‘Hmm lets see....this will not do, Jeej will think you’re a clown and not a bride....’ Payal let out a whimper, ‘not to worry my sweet, Jiji, why fear when your darling sister is here.’ Khushi smiled at her encouragingly. With that she set to work, first cleaning the art work of her Buaji and friends, then applying fresh make-up on Payal. Once the make up was done she helped her with the jewelry and then the veil. Once completed they both looked into the mirror at the bride, Payal.
‘Wow Jiji, you look gorgeous...’ Khushi exclaimed as a glistening tear, escaped her eye. Payal caught the tear in her hand and looked up at Khushi,
‘What is this Khushi, I thought we agreed no tears until the ruksati time, besides you know if you cry then so will I and then what will happen to all this make-up?’ Payal said soothingly, although tears were beginning to well up in her eyes too.
‘Hunh...yes...no tears no tears....Jiji otherwise my efforts will end up looking worse then Buaji’s..’ with that they both burst into laughter as they hugged each other.
When they finally broke apart, Payal stated something that made Khushi’s heart beat race and thoughts churn to the night before.
‘You look beautiful too Khushi. If Shyam ji saw you right now, he would take back his word about delaying the wedding another month and marry you today in the alter before me and Aakash ji took the vows, oh I wished it would have happened that way, us being married on the same day, but alas he has a point too he can’t get married in the middle of case....’Payal went on, but Khushi had stopped listening after Payal had mentioned how Shyam would rejoice in seeing her and may be even change his mind about the marriage date.
Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to run down to his room and twirl around in her elegant green out-fit, showing off how it enhanced each curve in her body and made her skin glow, or may be the glow was the after-effect of last night. Making up her mind immediately of heading down to him before she went over to the marriage venue she left Payal’s room in a hurry, giving her the excuse of how she had forgotten to give the Pandit ji the garlands for the ceremony.
She raced down the vintage halls of the elaborate Sheesh Mahal, where Payal’s wedding was taking place and came to halt in front of the lift. She punched the up button and tapped excitedly on the pad as she waited for the lift to come. Once in, she pressed the button for the top floor and walked around the spot as she waited the lift to climb the seven floors, where the extravagant Patio was and the exquisite suites. One of which were inhabited by Shyam. She knew as she had been there with him all of last night after she had received his text to come meet her in the Patio. Confused she had gone, for she hadn’t expected him to be back last night, as he had said he would arrive on the day of Payal’s wedding. But when she had met him he explained how he finished his meeting early with his client in Delhi and flew out on the first flight, just to see her before the wedding, make sure she was doing ok as he knew how close she was to Payal and so as happy as she would be for her wedding she would be sad too, to see her go as Payal would now be moving to Delhi after her marriage. From there, one thing had led to another and they had ended up in his bed making fairy-tale love.
Love with Shyam was like the one you read in books, he was that perfect sweetheart. They boy-next door. He had always been Khushi’s support, after Payal. She had known him since she was eight, when she had moved in with Amma, Bau ji and Payal after her parent’s tragic death. He was their neighbour and he had always harboured a special corner for Khushi, doing special things for her, just to make her smile. So falling in love with him had been easy, he was every girl’s dream, as her friends would constantly remind her. Thus when he had proposed, in the most beautiful way, he had taken her to her parents’ house, brought her out on the terrace where she had spent every night gazing at the stars with her parents; there he had knelt down on one knee under the starry sky asking her parents and her, their permission to marry their daughter. She didn’t need to think, he was her best friend and love. She had let out a very high-pitched yes, which Shyam still teased her about, but then she had been highly emotional in that moment, so the fact that she had even managed to say something was a feat for her even if it was in the most atrocious of her voices’.
The lift blinged, jerking Khushi out of her reverie. She had reached the top floor. The doors opened and she headed out. There was loud music emanating from the Patio, the hotel manager had mentioned about there being several events taking place tonight. Without stopping to glance in she turned left and walked over to the suites. Shyam’s was at the end of the corridor: The Maha-Raja Suite. She hurried over and to her glee found the door ajar, she could surprise him. She pushed the door open and stepped onto what was keeping it from closing. A tie. That was odd, Shyam generally was a tidy man. May be he just got in, he had had to rush out to the office this morning, may be he just got back and seeing as the groomsmen were about to arrive it made sense that he quickly hacked off his clothes not bothering to pick up after himself, figuring he could do that afterwards. Hmmm Shyam without clothes...now that was a sight Khushi wouldn’t mind seeing again...she suppressed her giggles as she proceeded into the room towards the door to his bedroom.
As soon as she was near enough the door, her smile slipped from her face. Something was not right, she could hear heavy breathing and weird grunting noises. What was wrong? Was Shyam ok? Panic stricken she took the last two steps and threw the doors opening,
‘Shyam?! Shyam are you okay?!’ she cried out in fear, as she bounded into the room, only to stop short as she was slapped in the face by a florescent blue bra, that did not belong to her. As she slid it off her face she saw how the man she loved let out a loud grunt while he devoured a skimpy looking woman on their love bed.
It was as though that bra had been a fist of iron that had gutted her in the stomach, as she stared up at the scene in front of her, horrified at the reality that was unfolding before her. This man – friend, whom she had idolised, loved, trusted was in reality a disgusting animal. Who had not loved her at all, but merely played with her and her feelings. She could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes, on the verge of pouring out. But she caught herself before they flowed over. She was not going to let this man see her cry. He didn’t have a right to see her cry anymore or be a part of any of her intimate feelings, the only emotion she was willing to show him was rage.
She swallowed back the lump that had risen in her throat and threw the bra she had been twisting in her hand on the floor as she launched herself at him.
‘YOU FOUL, LOATHSOME COCKROACH!!’ she screeched as she plunged her hands in his hair and yanked at them, causing the slut of girl he had been with to shrink back with fear while he finally realised he had company. 'YOU DISTGUSTING EXCUSE OF MAN!! HOW DARE YOU?!! HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH MY HEART IN THIS WAY!!! YOU A**H***!!’ She was now on top of him scratching and slapping his face while he cowered under her anger. She beat at him ferociously, as for the second time in 24 hours her hands better expressed the passion her words failed too.
When she began to wear down, she got down from the bed, threw the skank in the corner a disgusted look and stalked off towards the door, stopping at it to add,
‘And Don’t You Dare Show Your Face at Jiji’s Wedding Alter, Your Presence Will Besmirch The Purity of the Alter!’ she spat in a menacing voice.
‘Khush-‘
‘DON’T’ She began as she crossed the room and slapped him one more time, ‘Don’t you dare utter my name with that filthy mouth of yours, you have lost the right to say my name or be in my vicinity!!’ with that she began stomping off again, when a dead weight on her hand stopped her yet again, she looked down to see what it was. His engagement ring. She felt the lump rise in her throat again, as the memory of that beautiful occasion came back to her, but she stifled the tears, she wouldn’t let this sorry-excuse-for-a-human-being see her broken. She yanked the ring off her finger, pivoted on the spot and threw it at him. Then, finally, she stalked off, this time not stopping until she was outside in the hall again, where she let her emotions engulf her.
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