I was in awe seeing Rafiq react like this with so much maturity. If he wanted he could have taken me to “the room” and fucked the hell out of me. And I too might have eagerly relented to that…
I turned around and put my bag on the table and said “I want to go to the room now Rafiq”. He again held my shoulders and looking into my eyes said “I don’t think it will help today. Clear up your head about what you really want and then we will talk”.
I looked up at him and mumbled something I don’t know what. He continued “go home now Anita and think it over. You understand me”? I nodded in affirmative and left after taking my bags.
Now the men on the street ogling at me, the cabbie ogling at me, the colony watchman, the men in the neighborhood… all of them did not matter to me a fuckin bit anymore.
I entered my house with 5 hours to spare and sat on my bed staring at an empty wall. I thought are all those cuck stories really true??? After all because of what happened I did not have sex with Rafiq and that directly reflected in Prakash’s performance.
While the Guruji’s medicine hopes were still alive in my head, I thought do I really deserve to suffer like this… especially after having a ball of a time in the last four months….after more than a year of drought….
For the first time since I got married I felt my own satisfaction held higher priority over everything else. I also recollected while doing window shopping with Prakash as to how much he admired the mannequins adorning western clothes.
I also remembered how I had turned his ideas down telling him what people, especially our relatives would think if I wore these kind of clothes. With full determination, I called another cab and went back to Rafiq.
When I entered, another female customer was already there. As soon as she left, I locked the door and changed the sign to closed. I took his hand and pulled him to the room.
I stripped naked within seconds and hugged him tightly. I said “Please take me right now, I cannot live without this”. Rafiq disengaged and quietly went to pick up my clothes which were strewn all across the floor.
To be continued….
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