I was at work and that’s when my phone buzzed. It’s a message from Emy, she has made reservations for dinner at 8 in this up and coming restaurant. Well, something to look forward to. I felt bad that I was more eager to try the restaurant than to see her.
Emy and I have been in a relationship for over a year now. We met at a club on New year’s Eve. She was dancing mindlessly right infront of me. With each beat she dropped her legs as if she is stomping the floor but not to hurt. Her glittery tank top got illuminated by the disco lights and her shorts could barely contain her gifted buttocks. In a frenzy, she moved backwards and stepped on my foot. But instead of apologizing, she told me “back off, bugger”. I let her disrespect me then. But later that night at my place, when my face was between her glossy thighs, the way she sounded would’ve made Hitler rethink his decisions.
In the evening, she was already there waiting for me by the time i reached the restaurant. “I’m soooo sorry, the traffic in this city! Oh god” I said as I settled down facing her.
She gazed at me as I was settling down, and gave a wide smile saying no. She was wearing a white off shoulder top and a floral printed knee length skirt. A gold pendant on her neck, something like crescent shaped. The gold necklace to which it was attached to rested lusciously over her collar bones. Her carefully done wavy hair, moved every time she tilted her head, like a surfboard on a smooth wave.
The bearer approached our table to take order. I skimmed through the menu to find something palatable. East Asian cuisine wasn’t something I preferred but I certainly don’t mind. “one kimchi cheese rice and chicken bao for me” she made her order and looked at me, the bearer noted that down and looked at me with his tailor made smile, fake! “One Beef thupka please” I said closing the menu card and handing it over to him.
As he left us to the curated best possible privacy in a restaurant, she started speaking “I know you’re not a fan. But this one was new in town.”
“That’s alright, I’ve heard good reviews plus there are no restaurants in this city left for us to try out”
She smiled, or she pretended to smile. There is something strained in our conversation and I was trying to gauge what it is. But I didn’t have to struggle for long.
“I’m moving out of this city Kevin, I’m accepting that offer from WB. I know we have discussed about this and you want me to stay back. But I think this is too good of an offer to refuse and I don’t wanna let it go”
She said that in a single breath and looked at me. She felt relieved, as if she was carrying this as a burden on her chest. The golden pendant shined, resting on her bosoms. I found it strange that I didn’t particularly feel anything. Not shock, not sad, happy? Not that either. I was cold.
“So that’s what this is about!” I gripped my hands on the table and left out a sigh.
“Emy, I love you, I genuinely do and I want the best to happen to you. But moving out to the US? The time difference is 12 hours apart! By the time I’m free to have a call, you will be neck deep into work hours! We will fall apart!”
She turned away her face in annoyance, only to look back at me. ” I’ve made up my mind, I’m not saying I don’t value this relationship, but I can’t give up on my career for sure”
“As if your career is suffering if you stay back here!” My voice was raised than the normal, which startled the bearer who came with the food.
I composed myself and took a pause, while he served the food and left.
Steaming hot thukpa, meaty. A thukpa that don’t want to move to the US. A thukpa under my control.
There was silence on the table for the next 10 minutes, as we both focused on having the meal in peace.
“well, it’s your call Kevin, I don’t want to break things off, but if that’s what you want. I will respect it” she said while her eyes were focused on the plate infront of her.
I didn’t say anything and finished my soup, signed the bearer to get the bill.
“How did you come here?” I asked her.
“I took a cab”
“I will drop you then” I said.
She didn’t say anything. As I paid the bill and tipped the bearer, she stood up adjusted her top and sling her bag on the shoulder.
I got up and walked with her to the lift. I pressed -2 on the lift keypad. I was standing right behind her, the sweet fragrance of her perfume felt like a sedative. Air condition in the lift was broken, and I could see fresh sweat sprouting on her neck. I caressed her arm slowly and she leaned on to me a bit. “How beautiful!” I thought and the lift reminded reaching the -2 floor.
I might be confused about my feelings towards her. But I was sure how badly I crave for her body, to run my hands on her curves. To wrap my arms around her and to grab her close, to inhale her fragrance off her neck. As she walked ahead of me, I was looking at her wavy hair bobbing at her each steps. Her skirt swayed, as if she was gliding.
My car was parked in a corner, a spot from where you get a pristine view of the city.the parking area was deserted, though outside the city was bustling. It felt as if my own heart and soul. Pretending to be all sorted and calm outside, like carefully parked cars, while the mind is getting clouded with thoughts, cries, lust.
I grabbed her.
(To be continued)
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