I feel when it comes to marriage, Bengali women are much more liberal than Bengali men. Bengali men are ok dating women from another community but when time comes for marriage they can’t fight with their parents. But yes, things have changed a lot nowadays I do see a lot of Bengali men having wives from different communities. I so wish I had a happy ending with Roy.
Sorry for boring you guys. let Me come back to the main story.
That night asif came to My place I dressed in a revealing dress and I in a seductive tone asked.
Me: I don’t have enough cash. DO you take payment in cash.
asif: (grinning) I do and came fast to Me and started kissing Me.
I replied him by kissing ferociously. I don’t know it was nothing like that which I had with Roy. It was so mechanical. Asif was fair and stereo typically had a better face but built wise he was no way near Roy. But anyway, it didn’t matter for Me. Maybe the best hunk of the world would have come to Me and it would be still same to Me. But I had to have sex to pay his fees.So I pushed him on the bed and started slowly opening his shirt.I opened his trousers as well . Then I opened My top and asif tried to squeeze My boobs. I felt so guilty and bad. I felt so terrible that I started crying. I thought asif would create a scene but thankfully he got startled.
Asif: Hey Sumaiyya, (stammering) no issues it is ok if you are not comfortable.
Me:I am sorry. I love Roy a lot. I don’t have enough money now and I wanted to take revenge on Roy because of which I offered you this. I promise I will pay you the full amount next month after I get My salary.
The next thing which asif said was so distasteful. I felt like puking.
Asif: Ok No Worries. But as a muslim, Sumaiyya I must say you should not be having an affair with a Hindu. They are like this . They have no character , they have no morals. They are into alcohol and drugs and what not.Bla Bla Bla and random racism.
I was so disgusted hearing all of this but I just said yes yes I know I will mend My ways. I took the photographs of Roy and puja. I paid him rest of his fees the next month. Asif did try to contact Me few more times but later I changed My ohone number and also residence.
I thought of confronting Roy and breaking up with him.
I called Roy one find Wednesday and said I have something serious to discuss with Roy. I took that day as a leave. I decided to make Roy vulnerable and dump him.We met at a hotel.
Me:Do you know what you have done with Me.
Roy:Please don’t create a suspense Sumi. Tell Me.
Me:I am going to be mother of your child Roy. I am pregnant.
I wanted to know his reaction. I was sure he would simply be scared. But instead Roy was elated and screamed in joy.
Roy:Baby I can’t say how happy I am baby. You don’t need to worry. I will arrange everything. I will buy you a flat and will be with you baby. I love you.
I always wanted to hear this from Roy seriously but certainly not now. Even i was confused.
Roy held Me by My waist and started kissing Me crazily. And somehow I could not resist Myself. I simply could not resist when started making Me love. My body was so much accustomed to Roy’s touches I loved him playing with My body. Every touch of him was so special for Me. I got mad the way he made love to Me.
We were kissing madly but soon I realized My intentions. I opened his clothes. He wanted to tear My clothes away but I didn’t allow him to. He opened My clothes bit Me but was far more careful than other times.