‘Hey, Tahira! I want to show you something. Where are you?'
‘Reaching to you in five minutes at Vishvavidyalaya metro station.' She replied back.
‘Why? Are you planning an outing?'
‘Ask, where WE are going, not where I am going. We are going to Shipra Mall, Ghaziabad and after that to the flat of Samir. I want you to be with me.' I retorted angrily.
‘OK, fine, I am coming.' And she cut the phone.
Within ten minutes Tahira saw coming out of the metro station. Fresh and Smiling.
‘To the flat of Samir?' She asked me as I got into the car.
‘Yeah! We will just be there. We will complete the assignment.' I said. It was strange to see Tahira behaving like a classic, girlfriend. She always tries to make me believe that she was unusually the one special Muslim girl, cannot allow anybody to touch her unless the guy is ready to marry her. But what she didn't know was that that the metropolitan guys of Delhi didn't mind even to lick her butts to get her.
‘Assignments? I thought all your assignments were done with me in my place. She mocked.
Shut up you sweet bitch. I could not complete my assignments as you kept on fiddling me to quench your thirst. I know your drives and bendy morals. I love you and your tough morals. I was too kind and soft a friend to sleep with you when your dam morals permit.
She remained silent and didn't exchange any word for the next few minutes.
‘You wanted me to be kind to you and show something to de-stress you.' She said pointedly.
I twisted my face.
But I like her. She was very decent and graceful. Her parents were very hard-working and religious person. Her father spent long hours in his meat shop and the part-time work at home after shop meant every penny matters to Tahira. They give excellent ‘Sanskars' to their daughter.
‘Did you see my new ‘Gucci' bag?' Mom and dad gave me, the special gift they had promised me if I get 75% in exams.'
I drove on very coolly; I was not talking about anything else other than my very precious asset sitting by my side. She was pretty excited by the time we reached Shipra Mall Ghaziabad.
Shipra Mall is the most popular hand out in Delhi and NCR where an average income boy can take his BFF for enjoying happy moments. She was looking a paragon of beauty in her lehenga and top. Her shining body, curvy hips, fleshy thighs, stilettos, sharp breasts, side brushed hairstyle et. Al., all were making stunning but very graceful.
A flat near Shipra Mall means upwards of one crore, but for Samir, it was a minor amount. He had two or maybe more, one where he lives with his parents and the other this one where he frequently visits with his friends and girlfriends.
We finally reached the flat after taking a round of Shipra Mall and having some light refreshments at McD. Girls like Tahira have a sense of discomfort even in the safest hideout in the world. Bloody conservative kasbah girl turned metro sex bomb.
‘Where is Samir?' Asked Tahira.
‘He is coming after some time. He is doing some work at home but looking forward to meeting you.
‘Who? Me?' She was taken by surprise.
‘Yes,' I said as she flicked out her expensive ‘Prada' sunglasses and put them in the designer case. Perfect. The show was complete. No, it wasn't. Next, she took out much more expensive perfume ‘CK Eternity' and sprayed. Bloody show-off but the mind in dark ages.
‘And why he wants to meet me?' She asked again.
‘Why are you behaving in such a manner? I am not a guy who can hook up with any girl.' I said. Such suspicion only spoils relationships and ensures failures…Tahira had been to rehab for her addictions and depressions but that was more than almost two years back. This is how Samir had first described Tahira but I always dream and imagine Tahira as lehenga-choli attired rock chic with eyes piercing every visible and non-visible part of her body. Such a beauty is enough to vibrate my entire existence.
‘Leave that discussion.' ‘Sweetheart, how absolutely ravishing you look! Such beautiful colour, such an attractive body, ripples with sexy muscle!'
‘Ritik, I want to go to washroom' said Tahira.
In India, the safe and clean loo is a big problem but people are more worried about dal, onion, free electricity, water and other freebies. Bloody beggar mentality. Great socialism. She went inside the washroom to check whether she can use the loo without having to balance on a dirty floor.
She handed me over her fragranced stroll and handbag. I can't express the sensuous pleasure I got with her stroll and handbag in my hand. I smelled the stroll many times before Tahira came with a twisted mouth.
‘It is a tension in India to relieve in a loo'. Said Tahira, with a heavy sigh.
Entering the flat I hugged her tightly (feeling Tahira's breasts) ‘A very nice pair you've got here, a wee glimpse of Helen's two wee apples!'
Her touch in itself was enough to drive me in a state of erection. I tried to hide it but she noticed. A man! Man in me was ready to blast which drove me half mad…mystic power of the long hard road!
I had a good life in the college, not caring about etiquette or tidiness or washing, rich in bees and sheep and olive. And then I meet this kasbah Muslim girl, the daughter of a conservative Muslim businessman from Aligarh.
‘Here she stands, Tahira' I muttered to myself.
I had glimpsed at her for a few seconds for sure, my heart was jumping. Or maybe it had just stopped beating completely. I was choking. She created a weird pulsation in my bowels. I felt the blood flash down to the ends of my arteries and veins and then ready to burst out. I could sense my brain imploding. I was going to die or burst. Impossible to control!
Tahira was breathtakingly beautiful. Realistically beautiful is apter for a decent and graceful girl like Tahira. All the things that I used to imagine or dream of a girlfriend had just come true. She was a dream. You can't even dream of something so perfect. Even plastic surgeons can't create such a mesmerizing Indian beauty. Her beauty was hard to describe. Her black eyes always cry for love.
I was driven mad by the mystic power of great Aphrodite!
‘Tahira won't you at least lie down with me on the sofa? it's been such a long time!' I coaxed her.
‘Oh no – Mind you, but I'm not saying I don't love you…Before marriage can't!' Said Tahira.
‘You please, you love me? Why won't you then? I persisted.
‘What, you love cheat? I may be a mother before marriage.' Said she.
‘No – Tahira, this is a very safe place. All right, I won't do anything. Come out of the shell. Let's lie down. I pleaded.
‘Don't be silly Ritik. We can't do this here and now.' Said stubborn Tahira.
‘There is nothing wrong if we make love here.' I reasoned.
But I know marriage with Tahira was very difficult, if not impossible. Although she succeeded in persuading her very uncompromising parents because they thought to marry their daughter with a Hindu Brahman boy and son of an IAS officer will enhance their status in the Kasai (butcher) community but my parents were not ready to accept a meat eating daughter of a Muslim Kasai as their daughter-in-law. Tahira also knew this bitter reality.
‘And you know then how I suppose to purify myself to again become a pure Muslim' She frightfully said.
‘That's easy. Take a bath with few drops of Holy Jumjum water in the bucket and recite few lines from Holy Quran.' I argued.
‘Please don't ask to violate my religion.' She pleaded.
‘On God! Please forget about the religion.' I said in a commanding manner.
And ultimately I pulled her on the bed.
I bent over her to kiss Tahira. She stared in shock but didn't protest, just watched.
I kissed her again and again. She remained quiet for few minutes but soon started kissing me back.
I kissed her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, her nose, her eyes, her ears…..
She switched off the lights.
I hugged her tightly.
‘This is wrong.' She resisted a little.
‘Nothing wrong, I love you.' And my hand reached to open the knot of her choli.
‘No', she said and tried to remove my hand.
I slid my hand inside her choli.
‘Please no…' she said.
I closed her mouth with a torrent of kisses. She struggled a little bit after few futile nos, she started to respond…matching me and outpacing me.
‘This isn't right, Ritik.' She puffed but biting my cheek.
I removed her choli.
"Don't, Ritik!' she murmured but lifted her shoulder to get it off.
I removed my shirt. Now her warmth and softness dissolved in me.
She tried to stop me last time but I removed her ghagra and rest of her clothes and mine too.
‘I have a cousin, waiting to marry me,' she reminded me.
‘I am a different girl, Ritik,' she almost sobbed.
‘You are a very wonderful girl' I said.
Now she was finally nude, lying on her back. On the bed her legs spread wide, her long black hair hanging, her head tilted back with her red-hot eyes closed. She wore no jewellery, no flowers in the hair and no makeups. She lost in a new world.
It was this woman whose dream I had from my childhood.
I had a special plan for our wedding night, I want to bed smelling of new wine, drying-racks, fleeces and affluence – and she of perfume, saffron, French kisses, spending, overeating and erotic rituals. Don't get the idea she was mesmerizing.
I could not control myself for that day.
‘Ritik,' she said, and held me very close. Passion repressed for years were now uncontrollable. I bit and kissed her entire body and was lost inside her. We were one in each other.
I knew there will be no life without her. What happened was not lust but my real love. It is said men withdraw after sex but I was closer to her and keep her with me forever.
‘You are amazing, Tahira. Every bit of you is amazing.' ‘I can't live without you, Tahira,' I said.
‘Don't say that, please,' she said. ‘And complete your assignments.'
We both laughed.
‘My assignment is half complete now.' ‘Hope to complete it soon.' I said.
Not everything in life had a reason.
The truth is that I hardly knew me.
‘I am tired. I want to go home.' She said and stood up.
I started the car. We hugged and sat in the car. I dropped her at her house. The door was shut behind her. Her perfume lingered in the car and in my heart forever.
I was getting late and was soon home for dinner. Ritik: heard his mother calling him from the kitchen. Now she started to sound more kind. Some marriage propels may be there. All talked a lot. They wanted my ‘Yes,' but I had Tahira in my mind. They wanted me to get married, as soon as possible.
I opened my mouth about my plan to marry Tahira. They were all stunned. There was a storm in my family. I had to fight my hostile and conservative parents to get their ‘Yes' for this proposal. Every relative came in to break my relationship with Tahira. But my crying persuasions bore results positively and my parents were melted. I got positive vibes from all.
Not everything in life had a reason.
The truth was that I hardly knew me.
But Tahira's parents had almost made up their mind for this marriage. It was strange to see how little care they have for their daughter. They even didn't meet my parents. But they knew everything about me and my family.
‘Chauvinist minds', ‘Bloody hypocrites.' I murmured.
Busy with this confusion and stress of civilizations and religions, I could not contact Tahira.
She willed herself to not check her phone to see if he had replied. It had been about three days now. She hated that she was constantly checking his 'last seen at' status and yes, he had logged in just five minutes ago. Yet she couldn't stop herself. This sinking feeling to find absolutely no communication from him was becoming unbearable, almost torturous.
And then, just as she sat down in her chair, her phone vibrated. With her heart thudding in her ear, she unlocked her phone and stared at the screen. Finally! It was his message.
But when she opened it and read it, she nearly stopped breathing. She didn't know if he was joking or not. What was this?
Dear Tahira,
It's only when one is not there, one realizes her value. You were, you are and will always be mine and my most splendid possession. And when could be better than having your best friend as your buddy for life. Back then we were simply students…I was unsure and presses by useless consideration….scared may be. But today I am firm. Yes. My answer is yes.
You are my wife.
I am always there and will be, love you.
Yours only,
Ritik.
“Shri Ganeshay Namah”
Smt. & Shri Ram Krishan Aiyyar
Will be deeply honored by Your Gracious Presence,
To share with them the joy that fills their hearts on the splendid and festive
Celebrations at the WEDDING of their loving Son
Ritik Krishan Aiyyar
(S/o Sht. & Shri Ram Krishan Aiyyar)
With
Tahira Khan
(D/o Shri Shah Rukh Khan)
ON
30 th November 2015
Wedding Ceremony – 4.00 P.M.onwards
Reception & Dinner – 8.00 P.M. onwards
Venue: ‘RADHA – GOVIND – DHAM (Banquet Hall),
G.T.Karnal Road, Delhi-110036
R.S.V.P. With Best Compliments From
All near and Dear of All near and Dear of
Aiyyar Family Khan Family
“For Yesterday’s Memories, Today’s Love and Tomorrow’s Dreams.”
Aiyyars & Khans
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