|Fiction Series| Perilous Love- Part 1
Tags: Short Fiction, Fiction Writing, Love, Love And Sex, Passion

“I love you,” he said as his lips parted from hers and his hands loosened the grips of her slim waist. A passionate hug ended in the bone-chilling foggy evening of winters in Delhi. “Okay, I must scoot now,” she said as she slid down a little, against his well-built tall physique, and turned, “Okay, good night honey, see you tomorrow”. She ran into a faded brown low-rise building beside the highway in Hauz Khas. He hummed as he walked back to his silver Mercedes and drove it off.

Anita and Amar had been sharing a passionate, sensual, and blissful relationship for 4 years. They loved each other to death. Piyush, the best friend of Amar and Nisha, the roommate and best friend of Anita were quite critical of their best friends’ lovers. Amar was the only son of a rich builder Mr. Keshav Jain, who was slightly ill-famed for his ways, and Anita was a notorious gold digger in the company all four of them worked in.

Amar reached home, he padded up the royal grey stairs. His intense hunger propelled him to the kitchen. He banged the fridge door in disgust. His frustration was linked to the chow mein he had planned to have in the evening and was no more in the fridge. "What the fuck is this, can’t I have anything I like?” Amar shouted. Mr. Jain came rushing, “it’s alright son, we’ll order some more,” he said huffingly. Mr. Jain was a short-heighted, pot-bellied man. Even though his son had already squabbled with him in the past few days, still he was trying to restrain his anger, “Quit agitating on petty matters son, the maid will prepare it right away.”

Amar shuffled a bit, “our maid is as stupid as you, had mom been alive today, I wouldn’t be facing such issues, I don’t want anything now, I am leaving” he said.

“Watch your tone mister; you are talking to your dad,” Mr. Jain said

“I think I am talking to a corrupt builder, who has made an emperor of poor people’s blood, you really think I am not aware of your ways in your business”

“Oh, if you are so ashamed, why don’t you just leave”

Without uttering a single word more, furious Amar stumped outside, ran downstairs and banged the door behind him, and left.

“hi, honey, what happened?” Anita said as she opened the door of her light pink dimly lighted room. “I left my home; I will live here from now on,” Amar said. “No,” Anita said impulsively, she trembled as she spoke further, “Sorry honey, the landlord, there are only two beds, my roommate, I can’t explain it to you, I am so sorry, I..” he stood there stunned as hell, Amar couldn’t react to this betrayal at all. While listening to her explanation, he abruptly turned and furiously scurried downstairs. He drove right up to the nearest bar and called Piyush.

“This probably be the first and last time I am saying this, why didn’t you let him stay?” Nisha said as Anita closed the creaky door, came inside, and cozied herself up in the quilt beside her.

Anita stared passively forward, she squirmed in discomfort and said “I couldn’t think of anything else; he was suddenly at the door, he left his college as he found it hard to study, he left his last girlfriend as she had become a little mentally disturbed, his father arranged this job for him somehow, he has left multiple projects in the middle which required a little diligence, he has a tendency to leave the moment things get a little uncomfortable for him, I want him to improve. And I have some other issues as well”

“What issues?” Nisha said

“Every now and then he demands to do it, I too enjoy that, but I can’t have a drilling machine between my legs all the time,” Anita said, she was close to tears. She dumped her sharp-featured milky white face in the quilt.

“You could have let him stay for tonight, tomorrow when his rage would have calmed a bit, we would have explained things to him in a better way, he needed you right now, you sort of betrayed him”

“I really sort of did, stupid me, what should I do, should I call him,” she said as she dialed his number, his phone was not reachable. Saddened and tensed Anita, biting nails, shuffled in her room for hours.

Piyush was accompanying Amar in the bar, they both had already drunk 5 beers and Amar still didn’t want to stop.

“You blocked her, didn’t you?” Piyush said as he flicked the cigarette over the astray. “yeah” Amar said. “I warned about that slut a billion times, there have been many guys she has fucked and looted, that’s how she has that red-hot curvy figure,” Piyush said.

“Don’t talk like that, the relationship is already over, I don’t know why I despise hearing such words for her, seriously, just shut the fuck up” Amar said.

“Oh, come on dude, I seriously can’t believe it, just remember how she denied you to even enter her room that you have paid the rent of a gazillion times, and after all the stuff you have done for her in the past 4 years.”

Amar’s face turned red as he had a sudden flashback of the scene Piyush was referring to. “I am leaving,” Amar said as he rose from the cozy couch, he walked towards the counter and Piyush followed him, Amar paid the bill. And they both drove to Piyush’s home. Amar stayed there a couple of days and both of them called in sick. Amar’s anger over his father minced.

“This girl needs to leave the world now,” Mr. Jain said to Piyush over the call after he informed him of his son’s location and the situation of Amar and Anita, he had Mr. Jain promised to keep his lips zipped regarding the call “I will come to your home tomorrow, please take care of my son, I owe you a big one.”

“No worries Uncle, he is my brother,” Piyush said and hung up.

The next day, Mr. Jain finally found his son at Piyush’s home, he didn’t bother saying anything to Piyush, but he begged his son to come home. Amar succumbed, he hugged Mr. Jain and went with him to his home.

5 days had gone by, Amar didn’t show up at work, Anita had been desperately waiting for him. She was slouching in the chair in her cabin, with a long face. Her eyes suddenly glittered as she saw Amar entering the office, she nearly slipped as she jumped out of the chair and rushed to him, she hugged him tightly, “I am sorry honey, I shouldn’t have done that” she said with a deep relief and apology in her voice. Her mouth came close to Amar’s ears and murmured “should we go to the toilet; I need to apologize a little more.” she gently slid her palm against his crotch unobtrusively.

“No, you don’t need to, I understand you have issues with the landlord and all,” he said.

“No, not that, but…” she said, his finger pressed up against her lips.

“let’s work, it’s been 5 days I must have a pile of work pending, I’ll catch up with you in the evening honey,” he said.

“Okay honey”

In the evening they drove to a seldom traveled by road to spend some quality time, it was a hazy evening, moonlight filtered through the trees on both sides of the road. Amar was driving slowly and smiling occasionally at the jokes of Anita in the front seat.

Abruptly Anita kissed him on the cheek, he gazed at her lovingly, he still felt a little resentment for what she did, but he couldn’t help the fact he loved her so much.

“You were talking about some apology in the office,” Amar said. Anita turned and gave a long smiley glance to him with her eyes wide opened.

“Stop the car,” she said and he stopped the car on the side of the road, lovingly reckoning the following activities. She came on to him and slumped in his lap. She caressed his face and stared eye to eye, he unzipped her black leather jacket, slid his hands across her waist, and moved them inside her jeans from the back, they smooched and undressed each other hastily. They made love for around an hour. The window glasses of the car turned moist with the steam they produced. Amar got off the car to pee and Anita was wearing her clothes back. Suddenly a bike stopped beside the car, the biker opened the gate of the car, “who are you?” Anita said as she zipped up her jacket and gave the strange guy a suspicious stare. The biker produced a pistol from his back and shot Anita right in the head.

Amar came rushing “What the fuck did you do? I had asked for a kidnap not to shoot her you moron, I love her you motherfucker” he said as he punched the biker in his belly, he was infuriated. The biker kicked Amar in the crotch to get rid of him. Amar fell down, crying, yelling in the pain of killing his love. The biker escaped. {the story continues……..}