She just
can’t remember properly where she was, in which city, and in which room and
with whom she was, all she was trying was to avoid the guy and whatever he was
saying.
All she can
remember is that he had fat face, he was in official wear.
In a gray
shirt which was tight on his body and his trousers were unfitting too.
He is trying
to convince her for something and she turned her face and saw his briefcase
there on her right. His hands full of fat and spongy fingers which she can analyze
by looking at them.
Stretching her
body and trying to fit her head in the pillow and saw him walking and saw the
room.
Which were
quiet luxurious and the temperature was too low, and seemed as a five star
hotel room.
And she saw
him walking towards the door with the phone.
She is
touching her cheek to his cheek; trying to pinch his nose and chuckled.
He is moving
his fingers on her face then till neck, felt Goosebumps all over her body.
He is top
less nearby laying down, her hand is in his hand and his back is towards her
and she is slowly touching his back, with a softness. And now getting the touch
of his back on her face and lips. She is touching that mole he is having on his
back and she touched the Tung on that mole and kept her head on his back and
hair flaunting down with blinking eyes and holding hands.
And she came
inside to clean up the room…..
And its
drizzling outside with cold breeze entering my room.
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