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" Should I love more often now? " , she had winked, while her cherry lips wrecked my soul. I had said nothing. Because she was not my girl. She was a s**t, that's what they said and I knew it meant bad even when I knew not what it meant someday.
She had taken me into her clutches accidentally, while I drove to a Manali treck myself and not with the troop, and she had needed a lift. And she was hot.
I was getting married next month. And hence hotness soothed more than ever. She had smoked the entire way up, yet chirping like a bird with a stranger.
I disliked women though. Not women like a s**t, women in general. Curves were fine, maybe that was all. Women held no place ever, my mom escaped with a f**ker when I was six, and my father lived in since then with a woman who too had escaped a daughter behind. Bloody assholes.
I was getting married to a thing I had never met. My so called mom chose her for me and I didn't bother. I didn't care to say a no cause why should I? Everyone got married and I was no misfit.
But definitely, she was. An utter misfit.
When I returned, I knew I was hers. And she was of none. I was not the only man who eyed on her. And she talked to everyone in world without a veil. And that's what they took literally. She smoked, she got drunk, she danced and she went out in the middle of the night, but..she was not a s**t.
Bullshit. They. Them.
I cancelled my marriage. For the first time I bothered to say something with a stand to my so called parents, though unsure why even. I was not a misfit. Then what?
I met her days later in the middle of the city, and she hugged me like a long lost friend. And I knew she hugged everyone that way, with passion that was mistaken as lust. And for me, momentary love. She had ordered ten kinds of stuffs for an evening snack and when we both couldn't gobble up the entire, she happily fed them to canines. As if they were more of a family than...we humans to her.
I had bid her a goodbye and she had walked without looking back while I turned a thousand times. And I couldn't even tell her, I was not getting married anymore, cause of her.
And I knew I wasn't the only one. I knew she turned heads and hearts every millisecond. But when she didn't turn her head to them, she turned a s**t. A misfit.
And I knew now, what women were like, what a woman could be like. And how I can like a woman. Like a lot, like, a lot!
" Why don't you get a partner? You will be spared of what they say...about you...you know... "
Men would be men.
" A partner? But I love so many, I love so much! Should I love less often now!? "
She had winked. While the world took every word literally, I only smiled. Because I knew she wasn't mine. She was no one's.
No one could own a misfit. A s**t. No one had the gut to.
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