'I am getting married after ten days. i'll be happy if you make it to my wedding. even sarah will be happy for i have been praising you for so long.'

this single text breaks her dam. the all stuff she had stored in her mind for past three months. all those demons that were being kept at bay were set free by this text.

naina re reads it and then again reads it. chanting the term happy and marriage like a mantra. amir ali, her ex boyfriend is getting married within ten days and is extremely happy about it.

she too married someone three months back. and she is not at all happy about it. sujal has no regard for this marriage. she went home barely in past two months but he never asked her why. he never queries why she is late. why and how and when. he never utters those words for her. for once she can go and hug him for consoling him but he has no humanity. he is all lost for kashish. naina curses him. for first time. for first time being an idiotic irresponsible husband.

today she feels like not working. first time she feels like skipping those med which makes her robot. her body has grown tired of things. she never tries to mention naveen. for if she did she'd be back in that blackhole. again. first time she is unsettled almost crazy for not being happy.

she was happy with amir. she was content. she never asked for much but with her job running here and there for her nation she had those long long phone calls which made her happy. aamir ali, an author. he was completely out of her world and perhaps that's what made her fall for him. she still remembers clearly he is so full of life, so vivacious, so chirpy. and perhaps that why he is happy.

and perhaps thats why she is not happy!

she knows they both broke up mutually. it was civil. no bad feeling afterward. but isnt it completely insane to talk good about your ex in front of your current gf. she never mentioned aamir to anyone.

but.......did she has anyone!

it just stirs her already troubled mind and she picks another sack of files logging in she keeps inserting data into server. but her mind still haunts her. some unwanted thoughts hower her mind.

aamir is happy but she is not. he happily moved on. she did too perhaps. or perhaps not. she has no idea where she stands for she is empty handed. she wants to accept it or not but she craves happiness. she does. who doesn't want to be happy. she isnt some freak who takes pleasure in being sad! she is normal girl.

life is so strange. everyday she runs after her motive. her one and only reason but a single news sends her astray. her pent up frustration and depression and issues resurface. because she herself knows they exist and keep denying them. so what she supresses come out boldly when its time. it is like this only.

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'one whiskey, neat.'

bartender looks at her with utter shock. she has drunk five different kind of drinks in past one hour. and she is completely drunk.

'ma'am. you are drunk. i cant lt you have more.'

'do your fucking job. you are bartender so stop being teacher.' he handes her her drink.

after one more hour she is not in state of standing up. her surrounding ahs been blurred. it makes her feel so good in a very sadistic way. she is away from every ruckus now.

'ma'am, we are closing.'

'huh?'

'we are closing. you have to go.'

she tries to locate the source of voice. but everything is hazy. some kind of mist is all around her. nothing visible clearly. is it already night that too a foggy one! she tries to search for her phone. when she finds it she takes a good time in switching it on. hoping there will be some notification of someone. texting her why she aint home yet.or is she ok.

alas! none. she is taking it back to where it belongs when bartender speaks once again.

'ma'am. we are closing!'

'ohh.'

she looks at her dial. trying to find her the contact but none comes up. getting defeated she calls someone...she has no idea why she is calling

'hel. *hiccup* l. hel...hello.'

'are you drunk!' His astonished question surprises her too.

'yesssssss. nowww you have to get me. i am at rick's.sss.'

she shuts her phone before he can shout at her. suddenly the bold fearless warrior naina is lost.

she comes out. waits for him to come and take her wherever he wants to. for today she doesn't care.she feels completely lost. for a second a thought crosses her mind what if he doesn't come! she feels pathetic. a loser. at least aamir' better half will be tending him every now and then...

a bitter laugh roams her body. strangely he shows up ten minutes later scaring her with his aura. she silently manages herself and sits in car.

when they are home...his home. she is suddenly not so brave to come out and walk in like she does every time. something scares her. and she doesnt know what.

he opens her side door and waits for her to come out. when she doesnt do, he drags her out shutting the door loudly startling her. he takes her into their room and then shuts the door.

she is standing there at half foot away from him and his eyes are blazing. why, she doesnt know.

'Am i your personal servant that i'd now go and pick you up and that too completely wasted! kya samajh rakha he tumne mujhe!'

naina looks at him. clearly. tonight he is sujal only sujal. she sees him....and kept looking on.

'main kuch bol raha hu! ya itne bhi hosh kho diye ki ab kuch sunayi bhi nahi deta tumhe!'

suddenly she comes close to him. Her alcoholic breath fanning him.

'Shh. Dont scream. Log galat samjhenge.'

He gets annoyed. Completely. He clutches her upper arm tightly that it will pain.

'Dimag kharab ho gaya he tumhara! Kuch jyada hi chad gayi he. Hosh me aa jaao warna Hosh me laana mujhe bahut acche se aata he.'

He pulls her to himself. Suddenly Naina Feels his masculine and strong touch striving her inside. That hold he has on her makes her go insane with wild running mind. 

'Huh? What'll you do!

Will you go hard on me?

Will you make me scream more with your hardness?

Or...Will you punish me?'

Her tender finger tracing his clenched jaw...and suddenly her mind looses control.

Sujal is completely taken aback and goes into delirium when she kisses.

Salt and liquor tastes on his tongue making him feel something he never felt his whole life. Her tongue licks his lips and teeth try to bite them. All this time she is holding him by collar. Standing on her toes she tries her best to sweep him off his feet in very masculine and primal way.

Her lips never leaves his and his hands automatically goes to her waist. Pulling her close more roughly. His fingers digging in her flesh. He slams her on the bed climbing on top of her. He pins her hands above her head. And attacks her lips like he never tasted them before which is true in every sense. He keeps on kissing her and she keeps on reciprocating him like she never did.

Her hands scratch his wrist. Blood oozes out. And a moan escapes his throat. Taking the chance her tongue goes in making him hold her more tighter. He throws open her shirt and almost tears her bra. He mercilessly holds her flesh and bites it. She is at edge just with his biting. The images and worries are being washed with every drop of wetness she gushes out.

Sujal sucks her breast and she pulls his hair out in ecstasy. He feels so gios after so long time. Her flesh is so warm under his touch. She feels like burning up the way he is. A different furnace they both are throwing themselves in. Either both will char themselves or they will be reborn. Who knows.

His hand sweeps lower. Opening her jeans and rushing in. Her rough fingers tasting her wetness and then suddenly going in making her scream. A smirk makes its way to his face. He inserts his second digit too soon. She finds it hard to breath. Before she can take note of how fast he is going her world goes haywire. She loses her breath and feels worn out. Her hand finds his member. Rubbing it while he strokes her not so tenderly. She pulls his jeans down. And tries to take him in. She is on her fours against his cock wobbling its head in and out. Her spit coming out of her mouth and wetting everything in way. He is holding her by her hair. Finally he holds her by shoulder and throws on bed. In a single push he goes in making her scream more. His head starts losing itself with each thrust. He goes long and hard on her while she marks him with her nails almost injuring his back. Her body squirms beneath him but he doesn't care. The friction making him more mad. He tries to drill her hard. Tries to do it as she had asked. But instead he finds her equally fervent. Equally desperate. He descends his mouth on her. Her lips still taste of liquor. Somewhere at southest end of her tongue.

It doesn't end with the end of his drill. Instead it begins with their preposterous fornication.