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Attached Song - This City.
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[ Surfraaz Mehta ]

[ Disclaimer - The content of the chapter may not be morally right at various levels in reality but, everyone is imperfect and not always in their sane state of mind. Here, Raaz's characteristics implies impulsive anger and the author doesn't support the same. This chapter may contain sexual content. Not for the below 16 years age group.]

Flashback

"This is a golden year for our school. Having an overall percentile of 100%, our school is now a top-notch institution in India. This year too, we are going to felicitate the pride of this school. I would like to call the two students, who emerged as the state toppers from our school with 98.77 percentage. They are Surfraaz Mehta and Vani Chauhan. Give a round of applause for both of them."

I was standing on the queue of the boys of our tenth class in my white shirt, navy blue blazer and many blue full-length pant. I was overwhelmed at the unexpected results of mine. That was what I had dreamt of from my tender childhood to always conquer my life and be a good doctor. Marrying a beautiful girl, having lots of little kids and settling in a big bungalow was an added dream as a bonus for the 16 years old self of mine.

I stood proudly on the dias, receiving my marksheet with a small red cap and blue t-shirt with the logo of our school as my batchmates clapped for me. That was when I saw my sweet mate was absent.

The school meeting dismissed but she was nowhere to be found. Her, not being a part of my first big achievement was unsettling me. I was worried if she was alright. Love was a small world I felt for me. The school knew about our story. She was Srav's Vaani. My sweetheart. My special one, whom I could talk to and see the whole day. Her smile and small hugs and kisses were what I lived for, apart from my ambitions. She was my strength, and I was hers.

I had been with her from the time, I was a toddler.

"Never give anyone a second chance. Because people never change and they would hurt you the number of times you put your trust on them." She would always argue with me.

"Sometimes people change and regret too. So, it's good to give another chance to them and let them change. This life is so precious, why turn enemies for life if the latter person can even change someday." I would explain her.

"Believe me or not, someday you will say the same thing to me." She would challenge me if she doesn't get anything else to continue the argument with me.

With the marksheet in my hand and her favourite orchid bouquet with her favourite besan ladoos. I never liked them either but being a lover of cooking apart from being a nerd, I always made jalebis and besan ladoos on two important days every year. Our birthdays!

"I don't want grow up. Just live here and eat sweets made by you. Roam around all day, study and sing like crazy." She would always repeat this line.

I walked faster as the valley was closer. Their house was my favourite. It was situated on the crest of a small hill with the lush green grassy valley surrounding it from all sides. I loved small brick and wood houses with a chimney. Though they weren't as rich as us, their family was lovely. It felt so homey.

I put the bouquet on their big glass jar near the outer corridor before knocking on the door. The snow drizzled over and over again. I pressed the ringing bell, but no one opened the door.

"Chauhan Dada." I called out a few times.

"Annie. Vaani" I frequently called, but got no response.

I sat there tired after all the running till here.

After around 30 minutes, I knocked on the adjacent door. An aged woman looked through the half opened door.

"Aunty, namaste. Do you know where did Vaani go?" I asked as she came out of the house.

"They left India last night." She informed me.

"No aunty. I was here in the evening yesterday. All of us were playing chess and then discussing stuffs. It's not possible. Even if they would've gone, they would've informed me." I said to myself.

"By 4 am today morning, they were gone. Vaani's dad got transferred." She said. I held onto the mark sheet tighter as I padded back home.

"She can't leave without a goodbye." I cajoled by disappointed heart.

I saw Papa reading a newspaper. I sat by his side.

"Papa, where did Chauhan Dada transfer to?" I asked with a sad pout.

"England. Why?" He said, seeing my expression with worry.

"Papa, I want to move to there too. I will stay with her." I requested, to which he laughed.

"Let's see." He said as he looked at me again as if remembering something.

"Did you find the B.C you lost back in school?" He asked me in short cut, for Maa to not come to know about it.

"No. I always take it and do it fine. But I don't how I lost it. I just had left my bag with Vaani once when I went to use the washroom." I wondered, trying to recall.

"It had Maa's signature too. That's the thing to worry." I muttered.

"You should have been more careful." He said. I nodded.

It was already 3 p.m, so I got ready for my integrated coaching institute for entrance exams, that I joined just two weeks after our board exams got over.

In between my classes, our teacher informed me that I was called to home by my mother urgently.

I was scared and worried at what happened at such a short notice. As I reached home, I was greeted with the throw of bucket full of water by my infuriated mother. Without any reason, I was getting beaten up as my skin had started burning as the hitting of thick bamboo pained thrice more on my wet skin.

"My biggest mistake was to trust this useless kid for everything." My skin was getting peeled off as her words were ripping my heart. Being a sensitive child, just an angry word was enough to hurt me so, my parents had never even slapped me.

I badly wanted to know the reason of this type of treatment. I could see through my teary eyes, blood dripping off my forehead and lips as Papa tried saving me.

"I don't want to see this child in my house anymore. Throw him out or else, go and raise him somewhere else." She shouted as another thing hit my back.

"I am bearing his expenses anymore if he doesn't get into our family business at the length. He has had already ruined enough of our family." She threw all my books out. Some of them were torn as the others got drenched in water after being thrown.

"Don't throw them away." I cried as I wobbled while standing up.

"Please Maa. Don't." I pleaded as another few beating launched on me.

"Don't call me Maa. You ungrateful kid. Get out of my house soon." She threw my hand away as she walked over my school I-card.

"Pa, what did I do?" I croaked out.

"Beta, 50 crores has been debited from your mother's official account balance due to the blank cheque you lost." Dad told me.

"From your school CCTV, we got to know that it was Vaani, who stole the blank bank cheque.

Papa brought me over to his paternal grandparents house. It was a small bungalow in the outskirts. Coconut trees were all over. But, I missed our home and Maa.

The bluish scars all over my body and the cuts on my forehead and lips were healed, but the trauma still persisted and reminded me of that day every night through nightmares. I would wake up screaming every hour of the night.

The half of my 1st year of PUC was already wasted with this fear of bonding with people. I was afraid to talk with people except Papa. That was the time, I turned into an introvert from a social butterfly.

It was just a little studious, orphan boy of my age, who broke through all my barriers and penetrated into my heart for ever. My dad's son, Arjun. My Jun.

Thankfully, my first year was pre-paid and within the stipulated time we were able to arrange my second year fees.Deliberately, I applied in Mumbai to relive dad from my burden but Jun was smarter than me so, he too applied on the same medical college.

Then, came a new spring called love as I saw Neha. It was a feeling of instant connection.

But, both disappeared too one day.

When the pain of Neha's refusal and Jun's departure was still raw, I met the Vaani Chauhan, a leading fashion designer on a pub as we were celebration the end of our PG.

I was shocked to see her dancing. She still looked the same. But the only change was her bump of second trimester. She was pregnant. She was not Vaani Chauhan anymore but Vaani Rawal. The wife of renowned entrepreneur Deepak Rawal.

That was the first time, I drank to sleep. I was delighted to see her happy family, that we once weaved for us but her happiness at the cost of mine, felt too bitter like the alcohol and burnt my heart and throat. Definitely injurious to life.

I hated the fact that her smile still calmed me. But it was true, it was not only her, who left me years ago but my luck too.

That day I was burning, and today was not any different from that day. Vaani tried to mend our friendship but I never gave in.

Every inch of my soul was draped in fire. I was disgusted by my own self at the offer I gave Neha and it made me feel cheap that I fell for her when she agreed to my offer without a word of denial. Was she really going to do that for the shares?

The only motive of mine to propose that guileful offer was to know how low she would go to be the major shareholder of Mehta's enterprises. Her acceptance for my offer broke me somewhere, because maybe, I expected better from her.

I will make sure to show her tonight what she has agreed for.

Though she entered my life by her wish, but she won't be able move out before I ask her to leave.

These ten nights would be hell for her!

I parked the car at the roadside as I drew out my phone and typed a text for her.

"We are staying at our blue bunglow for the next ten days alone. From tonight itself and it should only remain between us." I sent it to her, which she received and replied instantly.

"OK." Her text read.

I ordered ten of the most scandalous and skimpiest nighties from the shopping sites and got it delivered at the bungalow. I got occupied in the medical cases and patient rounds till 8 at night.

I had my dinner at the restaurant near the hospital as I face-timed with my doll and Saanvi. They were having fun at Saanvi's place. Saanvi was alotted near Jaisalmer, Rajasthan. The day I went to drop them there, I was mesmerised by its beauty. But, the only thing that would take time for them to accommodate to the harsh summers.

Having lived half of life here in uttarakhand's chilliness, it's assiduous to adapt to the sudden shift of climate. But, I was relived that they were doing fine there.

I swiped through their posts, where both of them were taking a ride on the camel's back. Thereby was the picture of my doll dressed in black ghagra, worn typically during kalbelia dance with many white thick, little bangles.

As it was already 9 pm by that time, I proceeded towards home to the see how the first day of the offer goes. I honked and entered the car into the parking. I strolled to the main gate, hooking the car keys to the belt loop of my formal pant.

I recalled the offer, I placed before her last night.

"I am willing to give my shares and all my property to you but-" I muttered in crude rage.

"But I want you out of my life." I hushed near her ears, causing her to shiver.

"It's not over yet. Before that I want this wife of mine to be my bed warmer for the coming ten nights. In return, all my shares are yours." Unexpectedly, she nodded meekly. Her head bowed down.

"Don't keep your hopes high, Neha. For me, My wife is no more. You will just be my bed-mate." I whispered plaintively, letting all my words to absorb in her skin.

"You have already slept with me once, ten more times doesn't matter. Does it?" I taunted, as her eyes looked at me, humiliated.

As if I care!

But, it again broke my heart as they had no shame. Just a hint of shock at my words.

Erasing those thoughts, I unbolted the main door and saw her having her dinner on the dining table, that was placed on the interior right vertex of the living room.

I unhooked the cuff links of my shirt as I washed my hands.

"Received any parcel?" I inquired, without looking at her. She nodded.

"Wear any of them and reach my room in an hour." I said as she coughed, looking at me.

"Yes, don't forget to bring three cups of strong black coffee." I reminded.

I was out of my shirt and formal pant as I wrapped a blue towel around my waist loosely over my boxers after a nice shower. That was when the door knob twisted and she entered the room, draped in a long bathrobe with a serving tray in her hand. Three steaming cups of coffee on it.

"Why are you standing there? Are you expecting me to escort you inside?" I commented, sarcastically. She sat on the single seater and forwarded me the cups.

I pulled one to my side and directed her to drink the two remaining cups of coffee. The partition of the robe inbetween was giving me a clear view of her bare right inner thigh.

"I want you awake till the time we are done." I shrugged as she sipped the steaming coffee.

"I have to reach hospital earlier tomorrow. At 8 am. Can you make it quick?" My head snapped at her as my blood boiled. She is so ready to get over it, Shay!

"Do I look like I care about anything related to you?" I thundered at her though my face remain composed.

"If you think I do, then clear out this misconception because I don't." I said with a straight face.

"Lie on the bed." I said firmly as she finished her two cups of coffee.

I sipped on my coffee leisurely as I saw her taking out her long bathrobe. I saw her in the black netted nighty, that ended one-third of her toned thigh. It was translucent and thankfully, she came here wearing a robe. 

As she laid on the bed, I could see the part guarded by her both legs. As she felt me gazing at her intimately, she covered her lower body with the duvet after I witnessed her pressing her thighs. Her body seemed tense and turned on.

I turned off three out of five light bulbs in my room as I discarded and dropped the towel, wrapped on my waist near her leg as I mounted over her body.

My two palm stamped the mattress to cage her under me. I tailed her loose hairs to rest under her head in a loose bun. The duvet acted as an interface between our bare chest and her minimal clothing. I inclined on my right elbow to pull out the duvet from between us, looking into her eyes.

Holding her right shoulder, my palm felt her back as I untangled the strings of her nighty. She was then bare upfront my sore eyes. I let her feel my weight on her as rested wholly on her body. My hand slipped under her waist as I raised her lower body and slipped a soft pillow under her waist.

Her fingers tapped on my shoulder as she looked suffocated. I upped my torso off her upper body as my sight fell on her ring finger with the same diamond engagement ring, circled with cut red rubies on its rectangular periphery. Viraj's ring on her finger. She still had it on proudly after everything that happened between us.

"Are you not going to switch off the lights?" She questioned, quite weary of some odd reasons.

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"With the lights on, let the reality slap you. Or switching off lights helps you visualise someone else in my place?" I hissed furiously as I plunged into her, ripping her soft tissue without any further information. Her nails dug into my skin, followed by her scream.

Her muffled sobs and teary eyes begged my mercy as I stretched her beyond measure.

"Why are you talking to me like this?" She asked as she moaned painfully at my fervent torture. I had a pretty long answer to her question but, I kept my calm. We were drenched in sweat as I pulled out, only to dive in again. Her body shivered as she was hit with an intense wave of our passionate stance.

I cleaned the mess as she was in a trance. Her dried tears wrecked my system as she stared at me, exhausted. Her sobs still ringed in my ear, reminding me of my cruelty towards her. But, she deserved more.

"Just nine more days." I muttered in a low tone. I patted her cheek as she was on the verge of falling asleep.

"Go to your room." I ordered her as I tied the towel again around my waist. She looked at me miserably. She covered herself with the duvet as she sat on the edge of my bed in difficulty and wore her robe. She limped till the door, wincing all the way. In few minutes, she was gone.

I removed the bed sheet and put it on the laundry box. Spreading a new one on the bed, I laid on it. But, sleep was just not approaching me.

My eyes fell on the three empty cups lying carelessly on the table. My lower body was cramped, still I woke up from the bed to keep them on the kitchen. As I was passing by, I saw the door of her room partially opened.

I peeked through the door to see her holding a steel bowl with a cloth and a hot water bag on the other hand. She placed them on her bed on a double folded newspaper.

Drawing her edge of her round cotton Kurti, she started oiling her lower abdomen till her knees. Then, placed the water bag on her lower abdomen, before wearing a cotton panty with an affixed pantyliner in it. She gulped a tablet which seemed to me a painkiller.

I watched her through the creak of the door as she slept with fresh tears trailing down her eyes. I dropped the cups on the kitchen basin as I retired to bed for a nap, all the while reciting to myself, 'I shouldn't care'.

It was already 3:30 am and I had to reach hospital by 6:30 am, which needed me to wake up before 5:30 am. I loved my sleep too.

The next day had nothing new to it. The same patient rounds as it wasn't an OT day. All was normal, expect the uninvited entry of Dr. Neha into my cabin a few times to sit. She seemed to have caught cold as she had a runny nose. I tried not to heed on her timely interventions.

Later that night, I made coffee for both of us as she wore that useless crap. A red strapless nighty. Red was literally danger.

Alike the previous night, she drank two cups and I had one. But, unlike last night, her coffee sipping rate was slow as if she was frightened and neither did we have any talk. She was laying on the bed as I rolled in the condom into my shaft as I supported myself between her limbs on my knees. The pad of my thumb caressed her shoulder to relax her.

As I pressed her thigh to part her legs, she sat straight with a jolt.

"What now?" I grunted in annoyance. I held her thigh and parted her legs. Her inner thigh had redness and rashes.

"I- Can't we do it without protection?" She whimpered and stammered as my fingers traced her inner thighs.

"You have latex allergy?" I inquired. She nodded.

"Did you take any antihistamines?" I asked and she nodded.

"I will be back in 20 minutes." I said, as I wore my shirt and pant.

Halting the car near a pharmacy, I got to know that they were running out of non-latex condoms. I had only one alternative.

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"Have you ever used a menstrual cup before?" I asked her as I reached back home. She nodded, contemplating.

"Can you insert this?" I asked her, showing the femidon pouch in my hand. She nodded, looking at it for a while.

"I am outside, call me when you put it inside." I exited the room as I roamed around. It was already thirty minutes, but no news of her.

I knocked on the door as I entered. She was still sitting at the same place.

"It is not getting inside." She mused.

"Lie on the bed." I muttered, annoyed. As she laid on the bed, I squeezed the inner ring of the femidon and inserted it inside her as an inch of it hanged down.

"Will it keep hanging?" She asked, playing with it.

"You never used a tampon or menstrual cup, did you?" I jested as she made a face.

"I used a menstrual cup when I was 18 for the first time but I lost it inside me and even scratched my vaginal wall. So, I never used them again. They are scary." She exclaimed.

"They were small for you, I guess." I curtly replied.

"I stick to organic sanitary pads. Too comfy." She said as I put two of my fingers inside her to set the femidon accurately.

"But, don't they cause you problem when you are on long shifts or surgeries?" I asked, concerned.

"They do. Changing and disposing them are hectic. But, I don't have another option too." She whimpered as I entered inside. For the first time, I felt free inside her and could even feel her heat as my eyes sealed.

"I can feel you inside me. Is it still there?" Neha moaned as she pulled me closer.

"You can feel me inside because I am
indeed inside you. Stop uttering nonsense." I hissed.

"You don't get me. I can feel your heat inside me and something is rubbing on me." She whispered.

"This femidon is made up of heat transmitting material and the outer ring is rubbing on your clit." I sighed, tired of her endless questions. I palmed her mouth as I dragged her closer and dived in again. The night seemed too slow as we spent it together snuggled in the labyrinth of life.

Her face inched closer, her lips trying to touch mine as I got off her. She was trying to sit too, when I held her in place to halt her movement.

Carefully turning and tugging on the outer ring, I pulled it out. I was cautious enough to not spill my semen inside her. I discarded it and helped her till the washroom to pee and wash herself.

Wearing her robe, her eyes were directed towards me as if expecting me to tell her to stay with me in the same room. But she knew too, I won't.

After a pregnant pause, I saw her twisting the knob and exiting my room.

Shay, she would've slept with any man instead of you, if the shares weren't yours but someone else's.

The thought itself churned my heart and my fingers formed a fist.

"Just eight more days to go." I reminded myself. I brought my laptop out of my bag in order to type an e-mail to Rakesh Sir.

In the e-mail, I clearly put in my agreement to his request to be the representative of Indian Medical Association in the Australian Medical Association conference. I even planned to continue my fellowship in Australia under Bhavna's best friend's uncle, Dr. Jason Lawrence.

The only hindrance was that I had to come back to India after my fellowship. But, I had already decided, I would never come back to Uttarakhand. I would rather settle in Mumbai forever. Hence, the coming eight days were all the time I had here, in the place, I grew up.

And, I wanted to carry no regrets in my heart.
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