Bright strokes of the
morning hit his face. It gleamed in freshness. He was still asleep but his
eyeballs sort of moved. He would wake up if the beams continue for more, I
thought. I kneeled over, not completely touching though and bought back the
calmness again. His face was still radiating.
His lips pleaded me to
touch them. I moved closer and then refrained. I looked up and smiled. It was
much softer than a smile; I blushed actually. I turned to him again and was
determined to kiss this time. My heart started beating faster with a steady
pace as I moved closer in slow motion. I shifted my hand and surrounded him so
as to get a support. Our lips were only inches apart. I moved closer,
minimizing the distance by half.
He opened his eyes and I crossed
all over him to reach my phone which was at the other side of the bed. I
grabbed it and went back to my position. “I sense some planning. “ He said with
a voice intoxicating the air. I held my breath before replying. “What planning?”
I said, acting dumb even though I knew what he meant. “Task incomplete ha?” He
said turning to my side. I blushed and buried my face inside the blanket. He
didn’t lift the cover, instead he came in. “Were you not? “He asked again; his
voice deeper this time. I turned to him and kissed his cheek. He smiled from
the corner of his lips and kissed my forehead.
“It’s already nine. You
need to get going.” The mistress said knocking the door hard. I took off the
blanket and replied, “Yeah, Okay. “ He was still looking at me. Deeply in
thought, figuring out something, he held my face in his hands, “I don’t want
to. I want to be this way, forever, with you.” I always remember the first time
we met, whenever he says things like these. He was completely heartbroken and
drunk when he slammed into this place. His girlfriend ditched him for another
guy and he wanted to do the same. He chose me in spite of the other girls being
exceedingly appealing and tempting. Every time I ask him the reason, he says
his heart didn’t allow him to look at anyone else except me, that night. Even
though it sounds filmy, I feel like believing it.
For the first time in my
life, since I was seventeen, I spent the night with a man without having sex. We
talked the entire night. He told his story over and over again and I confronted
him. We drank and smoked along. Despite being this high, it was all under
control. I still cannot sum up what happened that night. What was it that
connected us so well? I bonded with him like with no one else before.
After that night, he came
back regularly. I tell him all that happened throughout the day and he does the
same. I know his deepest secrets and he has ripped me apart without touching
me. We started off as strangers, preceded as friends and ended up loving each
other unboundedly.
He got up and started
packing his stuff. He brings his book everyday and teaches me new things. You
see, they don’t educate you, when all they want from you, is your body. I was
completely lost until I met him. He became the purpose of my life; the reason
of my existence. Before him, I knew some fucked up words which I had to mug up
so that I could seduce the customer. But now, I had a complete set of a
dignified language inside my head.
I sat upright on the bed.
“Will you come back tonight?” I asked.
“No.” He said with a
straight face. “No?” I repeated. “I’ll come in the evening and take you away.”
He said and smiled. “Are you serious? What about the money?”
“I’ve arranged
everything. You don’t need to worry. We’ll be at home tonight.” He said
cheerfully. I smiled along with tears gushing out. “My poor baby, why do you
need to cry all the time ha? That tank never dries out!” He said with a smirk. “I’m
not crying.” I said wiping the dirt from my face. He came close and gave me a
tight hug. “I love you.” He said holing me tighter. Tears filled in my eyes again
and he gave me a disgusted look. I smiled and said, “What more does a sex
worker need than a person who loves her unconditionally.” He hit my face
lightly, “You are going to be my wife and that is what the world is going to
denote you with.” He put his finger over my lips and kissed them. He again kissed
my forehead and left. I watched as he closed the door and then gazed at the
window. The sun seemed like glowing brighter and tonight the moon was going to
be fuller than ever.
#StyZie
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