Tuesday, 1 April 2008

And So It Happened: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was a sultry summer morning as he stood in the balcony, with his back to the Mumbai skyline. His open shirt caressed by the breeze, as he obsessively smoked. Through the glass doors separating the room with the terrace, his eyes took in her gentle sinuous curves, her delicate nose, her luscious lips.

Why was she in his bed, in his hotel suite. The simple answer was he was rich and he could buy anything, even a companion. The answer which wasn’t obvious but hung there like the heavy air of smoke was loneliness - gnawing him. That’s what he felt but he didn’t know it. And he didn’t like coming back to an empty room. That’s why she was there.

His eyes had an inscrutable expression, the hard lines on his face masked his loneliness. With a sigh, unconsciously he snuffed out the cigarette and walked inside. Waking her up by nuzzling her bare neck and her shoulders, he waited as she stirred and opened her eyes, smiling at him.

“Good morning, princess,” he drawled.

“Good morning,” she replied, her sleep filled eyes looking at him. He wanted to lean forward and kiss her but with a tinge of sadness remembered that wasn’t part of the deal.

Later, they sat having their breakfast in silence. She was trained not to speak until spoken to but the stillness made her restless.

“So you have a meeting this morning?” she asked.

“Hmmm… I cancelled it.”

She faintly nodded her and didn’t ask for an explanation.

“Do you sometimes feel that nothing makes sense? That you have everything and still nothing? That you are in a prison?”

She didn’t answer. She understood they were rhetorical questions and that he wanted to continue talking. She had met his kind before too. Only they were much older than him. He looked like he was in his late twenties.

“There is void, a gaping hole and I don’t know what to fill it with.”

That’s your soul dying. She wanted to say. But she bit her lip. What would he know about it anyway? Her’s had died inch-by-inch, man-by-man. She knew what an empty soul meant. She wanted to scorn him, but his sad eyes and her paycheck, which she was to receive after three days, strained her to keep those thoughts in check.


“For once, I don’t want the money, the riches, the fame. I want to be the man on the street – who has his daily struggles.”

He was running his hands through his hair, sitting cross legged on the bed.

“Let’s get out of here,” suddenly he said.

”But where?” she looked at him uncertainly.

“I don’t know. Wherever the road takes us.”

The morning rays of sun were becoming stronger, the sky in colours of marigold and cerulean turning into sunflower yellow and lighter hues of blue. Somewhere in the background she could hear honking cars and temple bells.


To be continued...




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This is the first part of a fiction story with a four part series. Stay tuned!

8 comments:

Vrijilesh said...

Good beginning. Lets see where u take us..

And there is a bit of Jab we met and Julie(new) in this, rt?

n.aka.zephyr said...

Hey Vrij,

I don't know... neither inspired me... :D

Though I never watched Julie and I absolutely loved JWM..

But as you read the next part you'll see its been inspired by a lot of things... :)

Curious said...

Sounds interesting!!! :D

As vrij mentioned.. Is he gonna sing that aao milon chale.. :D on his road trip :D

n.aka.zephyr said...

Hey Curious,

As of now he’s not gonna sing that song.. there’s another one.. total filmy ishtyle :D

Prasad said...

hhhmmmmmm intreastin begining...tho u could hav elaborated the last nite scean ;) :P :DDDDD

waitin for the next part :DDDD


*seems lik um bak to my rubbish commenting days again!! yeppieeeeee*

n.aka.zephyr said...

Hey Pras,

Back in form.. I see :D :D

Some things are better left unsaid and better left to imagine ;)

Next part’s coming out either this evening or tomorrow…

taureandude_23 said...

hi there
a ha. fiction is goood!
racy start to the proceedings. comparison with JWM is inevitable:D the main protagonist seems an Aditya Kashyap in the making:P
m waiting for the next in the series:D
take care
ciao

n.aka.zephyr said...

Hi TD
Fiction's interesting... Infact got another one in my head... lets see if it translates into something...

JWM has become my new fav movie... And he's a bit like aditya kashyap... i am taking inspiration like all bollywood directors/script writers do :D

you take care as well!