Gone Wrong

Another game

Advik Dey:

Why was I doing it? Why? Why did I stammer? Why did I make myself look like a worn out soldier?

Why? Why?

Fuck why?

I couldn't let it happen. Not again. I had to do something.

Yes, something.

Something to tell her who was winning.

Days passed and I couldn't start the game.

Give her Time to heal, my doctor's instincts screamed.

But she said that she was used it, didn't she?

'She is a liar,' my mind reasoned. 'She lies about everything.'

So, I waited.

7 nights under the same roof and nothing happened.

I didn't bother to ask her about the case.

I just existed.

After work either she would cook or I'd do the dishes or I would cook and do The dishes.

It was an aggreement.

Though we never spoke about.

On the 10th night, the night I came home a little drunk, I decided it was time.

The time to launch my game.

"Hridhi!" I shouted, just loud enough to let her know my mood.

"Come to my room."

Hridhi turned around, drops of water glistening in her thick strands of hair. I could smell the shampoo from The distance.

"Why?" she asked.

"I need to show you something." I said.

She laughed, and I knew by its sound that it was a fake one.

"What can you possibly show me Advik? Your pathetic biology book?"

The drink acted fast on me, combined by my years of resent.

I grabbed her wrist, my teeth gritted, controlling myself from biting her.

"Don't you ever dare question my work!"

"Oh, Advik, your whole life is questionable," said Hridhi. "Can't you see?"

She moved closer to me, as if she was purposely intimidating me, until she took my hand and... bit.

"Ouch!"

She moved away from me, doubling my anger and a secretly heated desire.

"I'm never going to your room, Advik," said Hridhi. "Or I might wake up the next morning chained with lava."

"Fine," I said. "We can start our in the living room. "

She raised her eyebrows.

"Game?"

It was now my time to smile.

I took out my chess board and laid the pieces.

"Black or white?" I asked.

"You're making me choose?" she asked. "You always f*****g shove me away from your chess board."

"Your last chance."

I chuckled.

"Or, if you insist--"

"Black," she said.

She moved a piece and I smiled.

"Girls like you always start small," I said.

"Why are we doing this?" asked Hridhi.

I moved the the horse first.

"If I win this game, you will get the f**k out if my house." I said.

"And if I win?" asked Hridhi.

"Oh, girl, I haven't even considered that," I said. "Cause the board is mine."

"And the game is mine," said Hridhi.

She didn't smile. She waited.

And then, suddenly out of nowhere banished my horse.

I tried to focus, to look composed, to look confident but my face already screamed 'what the f**k'.

The game continued. I watched her take shots after shots.

And I slowly lost control.

Of The whole game.

Of my mind.

Of my whole body.

And by the time the game was a draw, I found my hands in her hair and my lips on her neck, whispering weakly,

"I don't know what's happening."

It took minutes.

she sat frozen until she slowly gave in, her hands trembling.

"Me too."

My lips hovered over hers and sad to say, it wasn't the first time.

I could still smell the shampoo in her hair and taste her strawberry lips.

"It is wrong," I said, but I still fiddled with her goddamn long hair.

"Then I don't want to be right."

She kissed me again, fully in my mouth, the whiskey in her breath.

But I swear I could hear our monologues screaming,

"It is wrong. It wasn't supposed to happen."

I pulled apart first and she left the room first, head down in shame and embarrassment.

I sat on the couch, the board open in front of me.

I lost it. I f*****g lost it.

And both of us keep losing this game again and again.

Would I ever win?