She was a temptress who ruled my desires.
The passion and enthusiasm of carnality
I explored with her was devilishly holy.

Al, the name I developed for the spicy Thai curry I was sleeping with sounded so beautiful. She loved it too and it earned me our first kiss.

I had no words for the night I spent with Al. She refused to have sex in the absence of a condom. I knew she must be worried about getting pregnant or getting STD or just generally but I had no option. There was no market close by.

I assured her I would take out on time and if anything happened, I would take complete responsibility. The mere thought of a small Al walking around in my house with that savage attitude of hers would be a blessing.

She was hesitant and that killed the moment. I was so desperate to feel her that if I wasn't a good boy that I am, I would have forced her. But nothing worked on Al. She was a stubborn head and nothing could change her decision.

Her company was good. She kept me grounded. I was surrounded with people who never said "no" to me. Never gave an honest opinion. Tia also loved everything I did. I guess, she just wanted to be with me. We were the most sort after couple and our brands grew manifold since the time we came out as couple. Al, showed me the mirror that I had the charm and magic but i was not supreme. I had to follow rules too.

"Stop being creepy, Kenny. I can feel your eyes on me."

"Stop imaging things. Your aren't that pretty." I replied and Al opened her sleepy eyes to look at me. Oh! Damn! She looked so hot!

She snuggled in my arms and I could no longer see her baby like face. If that was the punishment I got for lying, I would lie like breathing oxygen.
"Stop moving else I will forget condom was necessary." I warned her and she looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"I thought you'd never proceed."

Did I hear correctly? She was the one who created a drama for condom. I had always avoided looking into the eyes of women who I wasn't romantically involved with while I having sex but Al, captivated me let alone my gaze. With her, I avoided blinking my eyes because I didn't want to miss a single expression of hers.

If she was a book, I would read it in a heartbeat. Even though we were just sleeping naked in each other arms I experienced zenith. No sex had ever satisfied my desires as much.

The cheezy lines, "She fits perfectly in my arms or she was the missing piece of the puzzle called life", I never said onscreen or offscreen to anyone, I felt it all with Al. I didn't know if what I felt for her was love or what I felt for Tia was love.

"Please don't draw comparisons between Tia and me. I am just a temporary arrangement for your insatiable desires. She is there to stay for a long time." Al said casually as if she read my thoughts and I wondered what kind of girl would not mind a man she slept naked with think about some other girl?

Was she actually so emotionless? Did anything not affect her? Could she not feel what my heart was feeling?
I didn't reply to her and wore my clothes.

She held my hand and asked me, "Did I say anything wrong?"

I didn't know why a girl so pure and righteous like her agreed to live in lust with someone she didn't love. Love? What was I thinking? I gave her my word "no love and its drama" but I couldn't help create one. She got up too, holding the blanket close to her chest looking so sexy trying to hide what I had memoried by heart. She was expecting an answer but I didn't have anything to say at that time.

"I am hungry and can't decide whether what you said was right or wrong. All I know is..." I looked at her and she reminded me of a child waiting for her test results. "Nothing is permanent in life. Neither feelings nor their consequences." I left her on the terrace and came back to my room. I was hurt, angry but most importantly helpless.
What was I doing? When did I become such a sex-maniac?

After freshening up I opened my room's door and got my answer. Al, was standing there gesturing me to come for breakfast.

She was something else. Someone I could stare at until the end of time and still not get bored. My heartbeats increased whenever she smiled. A part of my heart was developing a forbidden feeling for her which was so fascinating.

A very basic breakfast was laid and I asked the reason for such "simplicity". I was told an expert was there to teach me Kalaripayattu, an Indian form of martial arts.

I was an action hero and learning a new skill was always better. I finished the breakfast in my company because Al was busy with those two girls who took care of the house. She ignored me like I was plague.

I was already wearing shorts and just had to take my shirt off. Girls drooled over me and Al was no exception. She did spare me a glance but when I caught her she quickly looked elsewhere. Cute!

The expert who was there to brief me about the art was my fan too. It was difficult to learn or be briefed about the technique in a day or two but he tried to show me a few moves and I was spellbound by the art form. What amazed me was Al, who knew about it and could perform a few tricks too. Now that was what one called a complete package.

I clapped the loudest when Al did a trick flawlessly. "Woohoo! That's my girl." I cheered loudly and her grandfather heard. He should. The expert taught me a few moves and my taekwondo knowledge made it easier for me to learn. In my next movie, I was surely using this.

I was dead tired and sat on the sand. I watched Al from a distance playing with sand. "The house you are making is worse than a three-year-old could make," I spoke to provoke, wanting to kill the tension between us.

"Why don't you show me how a twenty-seven-year-old makes a house," she countered with annoyance.

I knew her so well. I teased her to make her talk to me. I sat next to her and making a house on sand was never so much fun. Al forgot she was angry and I forgot she was insensitive. We played like two little kids left loose. Sand in clothes, hair and all over the body. Our little house and us were washed with a large wave.

Al looked like a clown with her hair all over her face and nose all red. I couldn't curtail any longer and pulled her in a deep kiss. She kissed me back and I felt alive. She followed me like an obedient child to my room and I bathed her. She didn't stop me when I took off her top or shorts. She was just standing looking at me with those oceanic eyes of hers. Calm and beautiful. I wanted her to participate and touch me too. Send electric currents under my skin but she was standing like a rock.

"Al," I called her with love and kissed her forehead, eyes, left and right, the small and sharp nose which flared when she got angry, those chubby cheeks and lastly those luscious lips.

"Why did you leave in the morning?" She questioned after the kiss. I had an answer but I didn't know what to say.

"I don't know. I am sorry." I couldn't tell her she was making my heart her space. I gave her my word, "no love".

She nodded her head in understanding then said, "Not your fault actually. My presence has that effect on people."

Wicked witch!

I didn't even realise when my shorts graced the floor and I was pulled in a kiss. I took the support of the wall because Al was making me dizzy with her shamelessly innocent kiss. My hands grabbed her perfect ass and that stopped her. I inhaled a deep breath before opening the knot of her bikini. She stopped me and distanced herself. No! I was too aroused and she could see that.

"As much as you want to, as much as I want to, we know we cannot proceed further. You will leave me abruptly and I will keep thinking about the reason. Blaming myself for being brutally true. I know why you left me in a very compromising situation in the morning. I am a dreamer who lives in reality, Mr Kellar. This," she pointed to herself and me, "as I said earlier is never gonna happen." She gave me a chaste kiss on my cheek and left picking her clothes.

My eyes were glassy and I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was crying? I never did. Not for girls at least. I was angry because my tears weren't stopping. A girl who was just a stranger until some days back could make me cry like a toddler who didn't get his favourite candy.

I realised my earlier opinion of her was right. She liked the chase game and the character of a poor girl was a trick. It wasn't Genna who was wicked, it was Al. She first attracted me towards her then left me hanging midway. She was like her parents. I was furious and wanted to break everything. I couldn't get played by a nobody like her. I was a fool to come to this island with her.

I came out of my room to find Al. I wanted to settle the score but I lost even before dribbling the ball. Al was wearing the traditional white saree and the girls were putting a small flower garland in her hair. She was looking like all possible adjectives of beautiful and sexy. My manhood hardened by just looking at her titillating waist. Fuck!

I pulled her with force and dragged her to a corner. "What was all that you said in the bathroom? You wanted to take revenge for leaving you in the morning? Well, guess what? I don't feel anything for you. Zilch. And what did you say," I imitated her action of pointing at her and myself and said, "this is never gonna happen. Damn! Correct. You and I can never happen. I am way ahead of your league. Even you wearing this saree has zero effect on me. You look pathetic."

"I knew it." A polished voice from behind made me turn and I got the biggest shock of my life.
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