The waft of stormy breeze blew past the yellow curtain with dotted gold that rolled like balls knotted into each other. It seems like a tale from the Arabian night. She looked like a Goddess who conquered love, defeat, angst and pain. The shadow of her resplendent body, the freshly sculptured face, nape, and naked body from top-to-toe shimmered and glittered like gold. She wore a nymph form and shadow that intrigued and scared him at the same time, the flawless skin and the mysterious deep eyes morphed into intense human form.
Ajay flung his cigarette butt as he stood outside the balcony in the dark and admired her from a distance. She was too beautiful to resist. But, at the same time, he didn’t dare touch her in the current avatar. How she transformed into an Arabian princess! Her lusty eyes invited him to burn into the fire of intense love. She slowly hailed her hand like an invisible angle. He couldn’t say no to her. Ajay slowly climbed on the bed and gaped at this naked body that lay in front of him. She was the Goddess of seduction, sparked illusion and yet was real at the same time.
There was something evil about her and the flurry of emotions displayed in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine and an electrified sensation that ran deep inside his body. He almost fainted on the bed. She ran her fingers sensually inside his white shirt and unbuttoned his blue denim, pressing inside his under pant. It hardened him. He couldn’t control the sensation. She was in control of his senses, twisting her body towards him as both swirled and rolled on the bed. There was a power that stroked and captured him and he kissed her passionately on the mouth. It felt like thunder. Slowly, he reached her neck, back and slid his hand and cusped his face under her round, curvy bottom. The passionate kiss shone like the trace of butterfly that adorned her flawless and creamy skin.
The gentle woman that she was has suddenly turned into a fiery and wild tigress who pressed her leg and knee on his chest with force and violence. It hurt him. He yelled. Yet, he wasn’t complaining as she unzipped her bra and gently took his hand to explore and make her stiff as he bit her nipple with passion. She felt light. It was the most fulfilling sex that she ever craved for and they reached the elixir with sheer brutal force and power. She was dominant like lightning travelling faster that wind gust. The slow caress became like wild boars in the jungle craving and satiating hunger. Both of them were deprived souls in quest of their animate spirit and predators hunting for their target in the lone forest.
Ajay couldn’t recognize this woman. He wondered, ‘Is she the same woman who I once ever loved, gentle, sex shy and pushed me away as I desired more from her?.’ He was confused and helpless. After all, the past 48 hours has given him a jolt that he wouldn’t be surprised if she took the form of a ghost or revealed an evil side that exterminated him. He would die happily at her hands. Deep inside, he was scared after the whole chase and emerging with scathed and scars from the jaws of death. Both of them moaned and their bodies interlocked together, she scratched him while he pushed his whole body inside her. He took her name in agony, ‘Anita’.
She chided him with a smile, ‘Anita and Ajay are dead to the world. I am Rohini and you are my mysterious lover that the world doesn’t know but heard of. Baby! Do I need to remind you every time? ’ He smiled but at the same time, was amazed at her transformation. She knew what he was thinking, “Don’t ponder so much. We gotta fly tomorrow to a new place where nobody will ever recognise or chase us. It’s a new birth and new world. But, we saved our city, our Mumbai. The Unsung heroes are us for no one will ever get wind of the calamity that could have hit and killed people. It’s time to leave everything behind and no regrets, please’
At times, Ajay really wondered whether she is Rohini in real for her every move, cunningness and scheming mind came into play be it life or sex, remind him of his ex-wife. How she transformed into her overnight! The more he thought about it, the more he lost his head that spun like a tail and dragged him into an entangled web that both couldn’t give a definite answer.
It was six in the morning when both of them wearing identical white shirt and black trousers on grey blazer looking like corporate honchos stepped into the plane. They were welcomed by the sensually beautiful hair hostess whose jet fair fell on her shoulder and was sensual as the night stars in her red blouse and blue short skirt. Ajay fixed his gaze on her curvy body and breasts and winked at her. She was floored by his move and softly spoke, “Have a safe flight sir.”
Both Ajay and Anita, who became Rohini, fastened their seat belts. She teased him as the airhostess flitted her way past them, “Nice boobs…hmm how can you miss her curvy and athletics legs?” He planted a peck on her lip. The plane zoomed with speed to disappear in the cloud and sky to an unknown destination as Ajay and Anita took new names on their passport.s A new beginning.
Post script: Finally it’s done. It was in December 2011 when I wrote the first outing one of the rare times when the title struck before I worked on the story. At that time, I had a vague idea of what fiction looked like and dabbled in an amateurish manner. There were few people who found it engaging. Read it here. As it has always been the norm with me, I write something and forget it despite writing down that the story would be continued. It took me more than five and a half years to revive the story. Never in my wildest imagination that I thought to continue the story. But, I did in 2016. Read the second part here. Though the title is Sex with an ex, I turned into a thriller with conspiracy, treachery, shades of grey to make my characters human. Though sex is set against the backdrop, there are many chapters that may suggest there is no sex but chase to save a city. I earlier thought to make the characters Rohini and Anita genuine friends but injected grey elements in them to make the story go forward. It turned into a suspense and actions towards the climax like in our good commercial Hindi movies. I have always believed in the entertainment and masala quotient in my stories. Logic is not for me in stories. Of course, in the last few chapters I went to the Hindi cinema route revisiting the earlier chapters and inject rewind and fast forward. It’s only in this last chapter that I visited sex and erotic scenes to stay true with the theme, Sex with an ex. Hope justice has been done after I revived the story and took more than four years to write and edit this novel. Happy reading. You can read the rest of the chapters here. Thanks you everyone who read Sex with an ex. It’s dark. I still can’t believe that I’ve done it and more so taking so many years.