Tasty Turned Toxic

via Daily Prompt: Toxic

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She skipped a heartbeat when his tall n lanky frame entered the hotel lobby. ‘Oh my Gawwd! He effuses beauty!” She mumbled to herself. She wanted to run into his arms but good sense prevailed and she just waived a Hi to him to which he flashed his disarming smile that made his lips quiver to left side.

She retreated inside the room and he followed her. For a fragment of a second, they hesitated but then they clung to each other. She instantly felt that she belonged there..his sculpted biceps were around here slender body and his long and Artist’s fingers were caressing her softly. He smelt of a considerable dash of Adidas cologne and his favourite puff of Rothmans. This was a major turn on for her. She had also made sure that she smelled inviting with her favourite sandal flavour. After what seemed like ages, he took a step back and drank in her beauty, “ you have such lovely eye lashes and i am happy that i just learnt swimming otherwise i would have sunk in the depth of these eyes.” She gave a blushed smile. Inspite of her being reckoned a tall girl, he was considerably very tall. She was literally on her toes to match his height. After an intense lip lock, she regained her manners and offered him a glass of water. He guzzled down 2 glasses in one go. They knew so much about each other through chatting on FB for last one year and their similarities had drawn them close to each other..both of them were fond of drinking water..to cleanse their system and retain the sheen on their skins. They were both tall…had curly hair..reserved and very popular in their respective friend circles. They complimented each other too..they had their singular merits: he was Mr Bombay three years ago, she was famous for her command over English language. He was known for his incredibly good looks, she for her intelligence.

“ Let me a take a quick shower and then i will join you there,” he hinted towards the bed playfully and opened his smart trolley bag to take out his casuals. She was watching him doing his stuff dexterously..with a child like innocence on his face. He planted a peck on her cheeks before dashing into the aromatic bathroom.

“Let me order something refreshing for both of us and do a little bit of room keeping too” she dialled the room service and ordered two latte for them along with a plate of smoked fruitchat. She careened the trolley bag nicely inside the wardrobe, stuffed his shoes down beneath the almirah and lifted his jeans and shirt to hang them inside. Suddenly his wallet fell off the back pocket of his jeans and as reflex she peered it open and a trail of passport size photographs of his wife cascaded down. Hurriedly she put the photos back in the wallet, wallet back in the jeans and jeans back into the almirah. Something gnawed at her conscience and the taste of his kisses suddenly went bitter. She unconsciously tongued her lips. Her trance was broken by the noise of bathroom door opening. He stepped out of it freshly bathed, like an Apollo, his long curls hanging loosely on his fair forehead and around his sexy neck. He took her in his arms with such urgency that she forgot everything. She surrendered herself completely. She was sure of the divine intervention in their love. It was the most beautiful thing in her entire lifespan and nothing could be more pious than this. For last one year, he had made her feel beautiful, important, loved and respected. She could do anything for this man who was very down to earth inspite of his massive achievements.

The two days spent with him had compensated for the three decades of her love bereft life. They were holding hands each and every second when they were in the room and even when they took showers, the only exception being the time when he was in the balcony..smoking and calling his wife. On her part, she just messaged her husband goodnight and that it was a tiring day at the business associates meetings. They pooled in their savings to clear the hotel invoice. Afterall, their love deserved nothing less than a posh five star hotel. The parting was very painful for both. The tears in his eyes made him look vulnerably hot. He had to catch his flight and she had to go by taxi. So first she dropped him at the airport. Before entering the gate, he brushed his lips over hers and whispered, “Take good care of you. See you soon!” She was surprised as it was a brave thing for him to do so publicly…considering his shy demeanour. With heavy heart she sat inside the taxi and drove off to her destination. Her mute cell phone was showing 6missed calls of her husband. She felt too emotionally tired to call him. Instead she sent a text, “I am on my way back home”

The next two days were very heavy. She constantly kept checking her phone..listening to his imaginary calls. When she couldn’t bear it anymore, she called him. After just two rings, she heard, “the dialled number is busy” implying that he had disconnected the call. After a few seconds, she got his terse reply, “i am at home as my younger son is not well. So I have taken work from home.”

“Oh! Take care! My love and blessings to him!” she managed to revert back. She tried to gain strength by remembering the beautiful time they spent together but she couldn’t ward off the negative thoughts, “Did he not find me beautiful? I know I am on the broader side, i don’t conform to the stereotypical brand of beautiful girls. What if my command over language doesn’t mean anything to him! What if he didn’t approve of my curls..after all straights are so much in these days! I guess, he was not really enamoured of my kisses..I shouldn’t have held back that much.”

The third day he called, once he entered his fave SUV, Fortuner, “ Hi sweetheart! Whats up!”

“Hello hunk! I have just reached my office and now entering the meeting room.”

“Come on Baby! Hang on for a while! I am driving to office. So we can talk for another 20mintues.”

She looked at her watch. It was five minutes to 10 and people were gathering in the meeting room. So she sat on the plush sofa in the lounge to give five minutes to him. The lovey dovey talk sprawled on till he reached his office and he bade a smoochy bbye. For a change, this time she was the last one to enter the board meeting. A little embarrassed she went inside, making excuse of her son’s parents meeting at school.

Her monotonous life had suddenly taken an interesting turn. She had now somebody to share her thoughts with, her office struggles, her hostel stories of bygone years, her tantrum( thrown by her kids) dealing mechanisms, her wardrobe, her good mornings, her good nights etc etc. Her rendezvous with terrace multiplied in numbers as this was the safest place to talk with him. She suddenly felt very brave as she could run straight upstairs into the darkness and dense fog when he called.

When he didn’t call till 10.30, she tucked inside her duvet as it was a very long day. Just then he called her. She was sandwiched between her son and her husband. It took her sometime to extricate herself from their clutches before she reached the terrace. She sauntered there in the freezing chill and when she didn’t get the call again, she called him back. As a revert, the message flashed on her phone screen, “I am inside the room now. Can’t talk. Good night!” She stared at the screen, thinking whether he is the same man who is so mushy when he is outside his house! Fighting back her tears, she made a beeline to her bedroom.

Now, this was becoming the set pattern of their love story. She never thought twice before going out of the way to be with him on phone, while he had his comfort zones, his conditions. Her husband’s birthday was round the corner and she switched to a basic phone without the internet as she didn’t want to put her husband’s photo as her profile picture. No! She didn’t have the heart to make the newly found love of her life feel uneasy. After alll, the profile picture comes as the saving grace when they miss each other and the situations are not conducive enough to talk.

After 2 days, she shifted back to her smart phone and entered his name on the whatsapp contact list to have a look at his dashing photo but her heart sank when she saw her beautiful wife tucked in his arms with pink and red hearts strewn all over their photo. The status was stating loudly, “ Happy birthday my darling”. She found it hard to breathe and a pang of jealousy shot inside her heart. She felt giddy and slipped on to the bed. Her husband came rushing towards her, “Hey! What happened? Drink some water! Did you have something toxic in your last evening’s girls’ night out?’

She gulped the water down her throat and whispered, “Yes! I know of something toxic that I had!” and blocked the number that meant the world to her. Her small boy was excited to hear the new word and as usual volleyed towards her, “what’s toxic mamma?”

“A relationship could be!” her lips blurted out quietly. She swept him up in her arms and cuddled him tightly, “let’s watch Doraemon!”



Author: cascadesofhappiness

I am a perennial lover..of flowers, grass, rain, people, solitude, travelling, language, literature, culture, beauty, cinema, music,common sense, politeness, bravery, friends..and all the things that make this Life..lovable!!

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