2015-07-12

Monsoon Affair (10)

Monsoon Affair (10)

Varun was bored sitting at the bar, toggling with his whisky glass and gulping the drink in one breath. He lost count of how much whisky he downed, sitting at the round table in the bar and suddenly realized how much he hates the noise at decibel level, couples gyrating to the numbers of Sheeela, Munni and Chikni Chameli.
Constantly checking his cellphone and secretly wishing that Huma sent an apology sms but there were no sign of her. He was on the verge of tears and failed to come to terms with the fact that they officially broke up. He swirled the glass, inspecting the lemon in the liquor that suddenly sprang to life.
"Dude! Get a life. You guys never broke up because you were never in a relationship in the first place," the lemon grew bigger flashing its eyes, the size of a radar. It suddenly started doing a jig inside the whisky.
The lemon spoke in a sweet female voice sounding like the cartoon on TV. "Mista Varun is heart-broken and nursing his wound over alcohol for a girl with whom he had some action. Oye! Devdas! Oye Devdas! Take a chill pill. So many females in this pub dancing and just turn around, look at this hot, sexy chick. Hit on the female sitting alone for long hours, following every movement you are making. She has roving eyes, dude. Go, take a chance rather than sitting with this sullen face."
Varun wanted to break the glass, like his heart, into pieces. The lemon was not going to leave Varun in peace. "You see, Sir. You are stuck in life with this chick Huma who just wanna have some fun. You had  your share and don't wanna let her go. Such a chootiya you are! Remove this garb of jilted lover. What do we make of men who don't know how to have fun? You are a mental case, who keep shouting about love and heart break. A classic case of getting drunk and nursing a break up that never happened. You must be captured in a zoo to be put on display. Dejected lover, male ego, oh lord, I tell you..I better go somewhere else. And, you are the one who squeezed me for your drink. Yet, you are so unhappy and depressed. Have you turned into a deaf and mute movie? We are in 2015! The time for silent movie is gone and it belongs to the past century."
The lemon disappeared and Varun exuded a smile, at his own stupidity of imagining butterfly and lemon, poking fun at him. He felt a hand, gently caressing his shoulder and a voice yelled into his ears. Varun didn't have time to look around when she popped in front of him to hug him. It was Sonali, his secret admirer in class.
"Are you still angry with me..see, I lied to get away from this dumb Economic teacher nahin toh she would have told Mom and Dad," Sonali made an innocent face and she shamelessly flirted with him.
Somehow, his mood lightened up and wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol or Sonali hot quotient, wearing a white mini-skirt. She caressed his leg with her thumb that pressed through her sock, jeans as he felt a rush of adrenaline and cold skin against his.
Varun was shaken and became breathless, feeling a sense of powerlessness that engulfed him. He started losing his balance while Sonali kept looking at him in the most sensual manner. She asked, "Your place or mine," as he was dragged off out of the pub.
As Sonali sat on his lap inside the hall, she vented out everything, "You know Varun. I am a queen in college, with all the guys running after me, secretly wishing to get laid. I know, I am the hottest woman at Xavier's whom everybody want to bang. But, since day one, my eyes only looked for you. You are so intriguing, man."
Varun smiled, "Sonali, I am so flattered. May I ask why?"
She turned her face towards him and held the cusp of his face on his hand, "You are one of the guys who never looked at me. Today, I wanna eat you raw. It's plain attraction and a passing phase of desire and needs. Why not make it stormy and wild? I am losing my control with adrenaline flowing from top-to-toe right now. Babe! We shouldn't wait for the moment to get over."
Varun has never felt so powerless, losing the voice of reason and feeling the signals in his body cell, weakening his limbs when Sonali walked on his naked torso, kissing and caressing his hairy chest. 
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