o~O~Being Your Man~O~oPrologue
He groans as he lets off and cleans up while the woman gurgles the mouthwash. He zips up his pants and straightens his tie.
"Up for a drink?"
He hates it when they try to get clingy after a stand but he had to admit it that she worked really hard to please him and he appreciates hard work so a drink it was. He nodded his head,"Why don't you arrange a table for us?"
"Sure. Spending the night together after all."
Okay so she was not the clingy types. She wanted the main act and he so damn appreciated such women, who would let a one night hook-up be what it was.
"Fine,baby", when you don't remember her name, "baby" always does the trick.
In his solitude of 6 years, his life had become as monotonous as it could ever be. He worked, he ate, he f**cked, he slept, he drank. No more than that, nothing less than that either. He was quite satisfied but the spark was missing. But at least his pent up remorse was directed at the right place.
He exited the mens room and made his way to the Great Hall where the party was being hosted. He didn't really remember whose party it was, maybe he had even come uninvited but he didn't seem to care less.
It was saturday, his "let off" day. Being loyal to Shagun had made him a hell of a boring man, he realised. Who could eat dal-chawal all their life? You needed chiken, paneer, cheezy pizza and so did he. Thus the notion of marriage, being a one-woman man was completely wasted on him. One should taste all the flavours rather than getting nauseated in one.
His thoughts were interrupted by a swirl of jet black falling on his face.
"Sorry", he heard the voice, a sweet one before he saw it's owner.
He mentally patted himself for choosing this place for the night as he saw her for the first time. Her long tresses hiding her feminine shoulders, while the sari she wore intelligently revealed her not-so-thin, not-so-fat but oh-so-sexy belly. A beauty she truly was. Her eyes just like her hair, black and deep but there was something else that he saw, something which almost made him regret ogling at her, almost and it was her innocence. The ones he picked rarely had any kind of innocence in them.
He saw her stance a bit shifted towards the bar, "A drink perhaps?" he said flashing his most prized smile.
Her eyes widened for a moment but she smiled and walked ahead.
"I don't.." she started off.
"drink", he finished. He could always differentiate between the drinkers and non-drinkers. A gifted man he was.
"Fruit juice mix for the lady", he told the bartender as she instinctively held his hand to stop him. How he wished that hand was somewhere else and her lucious, full red lips somewhere else.
"I came here as I am waiting for my friends, don't usually party here."
"What's the occasion?", he said. When it was him then women were always interested. There were two kind of women, one who knew they were interested and one who didn't. It was his job to get them in the right category.
"New job and..", she lifted her hand to show the ring resting smugly on her finger. "Engaged" she completed.
"Good luck with the job and well you are really missing out on life you see." he pointed at himself and saw her eyes widen, large and then the sound of her giggle filled his ears. The fact that she was engaged didn't bother him for a moment but then he remembered his self-promise, never to touch a woman who was committed and in a relationship. He would never be with a woman like Shagun.
"You are really good at this, Mr..?"
"Raman" he said, mesmerised at the way her smile reached her eyes.
"Ishita" she said.
How perfect she was. He could just look at her all night.
"My friends. They are here. Have to go, Mr Bhalla." and she whizzed off without as much as a further glance. He would have noticed the fact that she took his last name but he was too busy checking her semi clad back and her grace that he pushed the tiny detail to the back of his mind.
"Hey I thought you went." he saw the earlier woman make her way to him.
"Sorry, not tonight." he said and left as he imagined her, what her name was, yes Ishita , a beautiful name for a beautiful woman; in all her glory just for him.
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