Looking at the city sky line from his balcony, Santosh felt like hitting something. Mr Agarwal may be great businessman but he had the common sense of buffon. A day spent in meetings with the man, made Santosh want to hit him. After awhile he thought he would go to th Gym and work out some of this frustration he was feeling. His mind kept going back to the time he spent with Mira. There was calmness and tranquility when he was around her. He felt like he could relax and spend the time at home in peace. But then again isnt this why he wanted to run away from her. On the other hand there was Nisha, with her there was no peace or trnquility. She was a firecracker, always on the go, didnt need him for much. She was very independnt and very exciting. Time with her was never boring,..these things kept going on and on in His head. And he stepped in the shower...after a hot shower he felt more like himself.
Wrapping a towel around him he walked into his bedroom. and if it wasnt for the feeling of being watched, he may have missed the person on his bed. Wow, he had to smie. Without a word he went nd sat on the side of the bed, very close to the beautiful vision in red lingerie, "Nisha" he whispered but before he could say more she placed her finger on his lips and said "hello darling" and ly back on the bed. Santosh could see how beutiful she was and he leaned over and placed his lips aginst hers...against his mouth she said. " I missed you" and wrpped her arms around his neck. pulling him closer.
As their kiss intensified, became more passionte , santosh slipped her nightie off and Nisha could never be passive threw his towel on the floor. As they lay on the bed, and things began to heat up, santosh reached over and turned the lamp off. In the light from the window was throwing their room in a glow of gold. Silence broken only by their heavy breathing and occasional moaning, they both went in a world all of their own.
When suddenly the beauty of the moment was broken by the blinding light. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket od ice on them. THere was a small scream and the sound of running feet. It took a moment to register that someone had come into the bedroom and turned the lights on. Santosh felt like he hd been kicked in the stomach. His sixth sense told him wht he didnt want to face. He closed his eyes and opened them, and looked directly into a pair of eyes, still drowsy from desire and questioning. WHat could he say, he picked up his towel wrpped it around him, wlked away from the bedroom, tking his mobile with him. Standing on the balcony he lit his cigarette. Taking a deep drag fro it he looked out not seeing anything, his mind again was in turmoil. He looked st his phone nd diled the number..
it ws answered. "Hello" he said. there was silence and sound of sniffling then a very weak voice replied hello.
"why did you come to my place?. Did you need something? You should have called first" he said
"Yes, i should have, i made a mistake, wont happen again" SHe said.
"Mira ...are the kids alright"
Yes!!
"Look i know this is awkward but you have to know i am dating Nisha. and we are no longer married so you shouldnt be upset" Santosh said
there was more crying on the other end.
Santosh was angry and feeling guilty aswell. he wanted to tell Mira a lot of things but he didnt want more fighting scenes with her. more blaming and accusing.
Mira replied and said" i thought we were working to rebuild our reltionship, ws i wrong? did you never love me, does a life with our kids and us as a family still not enough to bring you back to us."
"HEll mir wht do you want me to say? i thought yes we cn try rebuilding but i am not sure, i need time, nd dont you strt bringing in the guilt trip. We were a family before too, but your demnds never stopped , and i was never good enough for you. yes i love my kids and i wnt to be with them, but at wht cost?. spend the rest of my life being only someone who feeds and cloths you all and hve no real value"
he shouted.." i need time. I will decide what is good for me this time, with no pressure from you, or guilt regarding the kids"
and he disconneted the phone...
There was silence, the kind of silence that gets in your head. When he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a glass of whisky being offered to him, he took it.
Noticed that Nisha was fully dressed and was watching him.
She came closer to him, kissed his cheek and said, "take all the time you need, if you cannot decide wht is good for santosh till now, you never will know. I am leaving, do not contact me"
before he could saya a word, she had turned her back to him and hd walked away, with the heels of her shoes echoeing in the dark.
DOnt know how long he stood there looking outside, drink had long finished and the cigarette was done. Santosh picked up the glass of whisky and threw it against the wall. Watched it shatter into tiny pieces and fall to the ground. He stormed into the bedroom, pulled out the bag nd begn to put cloths in it. Slinging it on his shoulder he walked out the apartment. He was going home, be with his dad, family, where he was a kid and didnt have a cre in the world. He was going Home, to find peace with in and go back to the place where he was a kid and mom and dad looked after him.
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