I committed the seven sins original
As in dreams and reality I need only you
If only you had given my love approval
I would have serenely succumbed into
"Manik... Manik.." I hear faint noises of the woman I love the most. "Get up, will you? It's 7am. Got to go jogging." Pulling the blanket and pushing me didn't work as I slept selling horses. And then a profound kick on my bum and I fall from the bed.
"DON'T YOU DARE DO IT" I warned as I still closed my eyes on the bed, knowing that this menacing tone is enough to scare the offender. I removed the elbow from my forehead and opening my eyes I look at the naked lady on my bare body. Her eyes were as mischievous as I saw last night.
"I told you, Rose, not to kiss me. Didn't I?" I said gently pushing her aside and taking out the silicon filled with liquid carefully.
"You did Hottie, but I want to see if a man who can give a woman best night can be the best kisser too?" she giggled, as she dug her hands inside her hair, rather seductively.
She is class, she is bold. And I LIKE IT.
"Your wish is my command" I winked at her and got close. A little closer at her face as I can see she was anticipating the kiss with her eyes closed and lips parted. More closer, but this time not straight to her but diagonally down. On her curves. She was clearly disappointed and it was my attempt to give her pleasure and forget about THE KISS she was expecting. After a few lollipop minutes of my pleasure, I hear the ringtone of my mobile. The caller ID read 'My Sperm Donor' because literally he hasn't done to me more than that.
'Hello'
'Manik, you remember where we got to go today, right?'
'I wouldn't be running a million dollar company of I were amnesiac.'
I told him that I will reach the place directly. This man! And people think I'm the strangest creature on this earth. They should know that I have a father too. It has been 15 years Maa passed away and I gave her a word that I'll obey one thing this person says. He could have asked me to call as Papa instead of Sarpanchji or even better ask me to come and stay with him in that village and live like a SON. But what did he ask me? To marry a girl of his choice? If Maa would have understood this person she wouldn't have left him when I was 7, would she?
'Hey Hottie, ready for another bout?' Rose asked me as she put her soft hands on my shoulder.
'I guess our journey ends here, we got to check out the hotel' I told her as I started wearing my clothes.
I have my house in the same city, yet I fail to comprehend why I bring my dates on in hotels, never kiss then and never go flesh on flesh. Each day I wake up and think, 'will I find someone worthy enough of them?'
-o-o-o-
I took a turn at the lane and stopped my car at the said building. Clad in white dhoti and shirt, adorned with pagdi on his crown like head, I saw my sperm donor standing infront of the bonnet of his car with his arms crossed. As promised I made on time, but I know he was angry as I came alone not along. I got down my car and clicked the lock botton on my keys. Manoeuvring towards him I stopped before him, as we both looked into each other eyes. I bend down and touched his feet. 'Long Live Child' he said. I don't know why I do this always. Perhaps the values which Maa gave me are alive somewhere deep inside me - which come out only infront of this man.
Within minutes, we were welcomed inside and treated with lavish hospitality. However I did not take a single bite which obviously left Sarpanch offended and the Moorthy's - to whose house we stepped into, a little bit tensed. Now that wasn't intentional on my part. I always felt extremely shy eating in the presence of strangers.
'Have these rasgullas. You'll love it', the girl's father said.
'No, thank you. I'm fine.' I said with a smile.
Now this seems quite amusing. I was well fed and then kept shot the arrows of questions incessantly. I felt like giving an interview then, something which I never gave for a job or even a visa. And suddenly I was thankful that I started my own company and never had to give one. Moorthy family was just making a formality, because for them, I am good looking, rich and well educated. Apparently Sarpanch and Moorthy family belong to the same village. Okay, our village, Morena - which I didn't explore yet. And they have large acres of agricultural lands there, hence this closeness.
'You know Manik, we were neighbours' Sarpanch said.
'And now we will be relatives soon. Our daughter Alya is traditional and moralistic girl.' Mr. Moorthy said. Or precisely, the elder Moorthy because they are two brothers and their wives. Alya is the only daughter of the elder Moorthy. The younger Moorthy has a son, Rishabh and a daughter, Nandini who are twins.
'We are in talks here and see, Alya has come', The elder Moorthy said.
Clad in yellow saree and her hair neatly plaited, Alya looked a typical traditional daughter in law to the Sarpanch. And I can see from his smile that he is totally impressed with her. Having said that, Alya is quite a stunner too. Indeed, one of the most beautiful ladies I have seen. Sarpanch kept talking to her, as she smiled and replied to him, with her head hung down throughout in respect. And I was sitting there, with my eyes fixed on her. I had this uncontrollable urge to speak to her, know her more but unable to decide if I should speak out because Moorthy's are strictly conservative, just like the Sarpanch and his ideas. I wished Alya spared a glance at me, but she isn't looking to Sarpanch's eyes while talking, how will she turn her head and speak to me?
'I really like your daughter Mr. Moorthy' Sarpanch said.
Congratulations to me, Now I will make family with her by staying at atleast ten meters distance from a super gorgeous wife.
Like an angel to rescue me Lady Moorthy, Alya's mother said, 'If the boy and the girl could talk...' and I stood up like an antenna.
'No, we don't have such formalities,' Sarpanch said. And he looked at me and was shocked to see me standing. He was discomfited. But so was I, to let my intentions so clear and significant at that place.
'Actually, bathroom?' I asked, so as to change the topic.
Younger Moorthy insisted to lead, but I politely yet firmly declined. He showed my way to his son Rishabh's room. Now, I had to enter the room though going to the room wasn't my intention. I stood there. Made two rounds along the counters of the room and then decided to go back. And that is when someone bumped onto my sturdy chest.
to be continued...
I'm leaving for Hyderabad in two hours so I haven't proof read or checked for errors.. I promise to rectify any mistakes later along with the part 1B on Monday. Hope to see enough feedback till then.
God Bless Everyone,
Tich.
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