The Unfaithful Fiancée

It was a hot night. Geneliya couldn’t bear the weight of the white t-shirt on her damp torso anymore. She wanted to pull it off so that the breeze coming from the window could cool her heated skin. She had kicked the bedcovers long ago and she lay on the crumpled white sheet with her long toffee curls spread around her flushed face. ‘Do you need any help with the t-shirt?’ the voice caressed the dampness of her cheeks. ‘Yes, please. I can’t bear the heat,’ she said and turned over without opening her eyes. A body leaned over the slight figure and pulled the soft cotton over the flat stomach and the hidden cave of her navel. Her breath quickened when the hard fingers brushed against that dark hollow. ‘Lift up so that I can take it off,’ he said as he brushed his finger over the damp skin of her tummy. She lifted her torso obediently so that he could free her from the heat that was suffocating her now. He laughed softly. Then he bunched the t-shirt and rolled it over her breasts. When his hands touched the warm skin of her breasts, she bit her lips. A lady is respected for her control. She didn’t want to lose that respect. She didn’t want to lose him. He chuckled. Then he deliberately brushed his hands on the moist n*****s and pulled the t-shirt over her head. She bit her lips harder and heard the sound of the t-shirt fall with a thud across the room. Now, she was only in her cotton pajamas that had pink flowers on them. Beneath the pajamas, were her very wet and musky panties. She could smell that musk in the hot room and wondered if it would disgust him. She didn’t want him to leave. ‘Are you feeling better?’ he asked without touching her. Her eyes were still closed. If she opened her eyes, he would go. She wanted him to stay. ‘No, I am still hot,’ she said. ‘What do you want me to do?’ he asked and laughed when she didn’t say anything. A real lady never asked for anything in bed. That would make the man go away and she didn’t want him to leave. ‘If you don’t tell me, how will I help you?’ he asked and traced his index finger along the line of her pajamas. She jerked and her hips lifted off the mattress as desire shot through her legs to collect in a warm pool between her legs. She bit her lips again. ‘Help me,’ she said. Two hands held her shoulders and shook her so roughly that she opened her eyes. Amused hazel eyes were staring down at her and the eyes belonged to a woman not a man. Geneliya pulled the bedsheet over herself. Her face filled with colour when Sameera laughed. ‘I can help if you insist. I can help by kicking you out of the bed that looks like a battle field. I can help by pouring cold water on you so that you needn’t have a bath before getting ready to go to the airport,’ Sameera said. ‘Oh s**t! We have a flight today,’ Geneliya freaked. ‘Yes, we have a flight today – in about three hours. Yes, if you don’t get your ass off the bed right away – we might miss the flight,’ Sameera said and jumped out of the bed. She grabbed her clothes and walked in the direction of the washroom to change. ‘Are you planning to wear this to the airport or shall I dump it in the bin?’ Sameera said as she picked up the white t-shirt on the way to show it to her friend who was glowering at her from the bed. ‘Go to hell,’ Geneliya said and threw a pillow at Sameera who ducked and escaped to change. Her laughter echoed in the room for a long time. Geneliya smiled at all the memories she had made here from finishing homework to eating muffins to watching films until dawn. Finally, the girls were in the cab and on their way to the airport. If all went well, they would board the flight and reach Vritra in the late afternoon. ‘I am going to miss this place,’ Sameera said. Time had flown and it was time for the girls to go home. She would miss the lectures, projects and working on assignments until late at night. Geneliya turned from the view of the passing jetty to look at her cousin, childhood friend and roommate at the hostel for the past two years. In the slim fit blue jeans and bottle green shirt, Sameera looked very alluring. Dark brown hair that fell like silk curtain on her shoulder teased Geneliya’s untamed curls for their unruliness. Sameera should have got unruly curls because that would have suited her rebellious personality. Geneliya hated her hair. She hated being unruly. ‘Me too. You won’t miss this place for long once you start university after summer,’ Geneliya said. She wasn’t envious. She was very happy for Sameera. ‘I know. I am so looking forward to leaving the Vritra prison. I’ve had enough of it in all my nineteen years,’ Sameera said. ‘You are lucky to be born in the family on the other side of the Vritra dynasty,’ Geneliya said scornfully. How did she ever believe during childhood that she was the luckiest girl in the entire world to be born in the Vritra family with a golden spoon. Her father was the descendant of the royal bloodline of the Vritra Clan that had ruled over the island country for centuries. The Island of Vritra was a democratic sovereign republic for more than half a century now, but the patriarchal custom of male domination in the family had remained as steady as an iron fortress. Sameera took Geneliya’s hand in her own. The toffee curls that framed Geneliya’s face made her look younger than she was. She didn’t look more than sixteen in red shirt and black trousers. However, her body spoke differently. Geneliya had the figure of Venus, the goddess of love. For a moment, Sameera had been unable to take her eyes off Geneliya in the morning as she lay bare up to the waist like the cupid of love. A painter would have died for the opportunity to make a live portrait of the longing Sameera saw on Geneliya’s face. She had been dreaming again. ‘I am so sorry for you, Geneliya,’ she said. Sameera’s father was the second cousin of Geneliya’s father and there wasn’t any love lost between them. They hated each other. Sameera’s father was the native of Vritra but after he finished his degree in business management from the Solent University Southampton, he was wiser and more tolerant. After meeting and marrying the Italian girl he fell in love with, he was a completely changed man. Geneliya’s father had remained as stuck-up as his ancestors of yesteryears who believed that women were their subordinates and born to stand hand and foot for men. Sameera was so glad that her father was different. She was so glad that her parents had a great married life. ‘Don’t be. I accepted my fate long ago. I know I am going back to jail,’ Geneliya said. ‘What will you do?’ Sameera asked. She knew Geneliya was suffering inside. ‘Nothing,’ Geneliya said and pursed her lips as her bucket list flashed in rainbow colors in front of her eyes. ‘Go to University to study architecture’ was the first on the list. ‘Make passionate love to the sexiest man on the planet’ was the second. There were many but the list would remain unticked. Why the hell she had made the bucket list was beyond her comprehension now. ‘I could smuggle you out of Vritra if you let me. I will find a way once I leave the place,’ Sameera said. ‘No, it won’t work. There will be repercussions. You don’t know my father’, Geneliya said. Time was flying fast. They were in the flight now and after another long pause of silence, Sameera looked at Geneliya again. Her face was devoid of feelings. It was devoid of passion of the morning. It was a dead face that reflected a weathering soul. ‘You were dreaming of him again, isn’t it?’ Sameera asked which jolted Geneliya out of depression. ‘You know about it?’ Geneliya asked. She was ashamed now. ‘Hey, you don’t have to feel like this you know. It is normal to feel like a woman,’ Sameera said. Geneliya was about to say something but there was announcement to fasten their seat belts. Their aircraft was about to land in ten minutes. The weather was clear. The sun was smiling in the sky. ‘It is not normal to feel like a woman in my family,’ Geneliya said and closed her eyes. She felt cold inside. Her heart had started to freeze. Her body was starting to feel lifeless. Everything in Life has weight. Dreams too. And it is not easy to bear the gravitational force of powerful dreams unless you do something about them - Kama