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"Should I have a mental break down and run away?" I tried propounding reasons for making a concrete decision.
"It's up to you. Your mental break down means an only extra addition of a powerful title to your head–Queen Vhrea Destiny Ashtrick Gabriel Mendel."
Ganesh was definitely not fallacious with his statement, as I took a sip of my Sophora Root Tea-"Somebody change my dietician! I am bloody losing my papillae here."
"That's a good word there. Once a medical expert had to brief a poisoning case three times to the jury to explain that the sensory in papillae didn't work and that is why the toxin wasn't alerted to the brain, so that was the murder technique." He laughed after completing his amusing situation, which by far I found uninteresting and a drab of wearisome.
"I didn't find it funny." I said keeping my face straight as I felt.
"I didn't need to know that. Isn't it the Nanda Devi Fair time?" I asked him, while staring at the dragon-butter-fly on my screen; change, self-realization and adaptability, a rebirth is what it symbolizes.
"Yes, it is. My wife . ." I gave him my mordant eye, "to be wife, okay? She is participating in the folk dance and wants me to film her on the last day."
I smiled seeing how even at the age of fort- two he was able to find happiness in little things, and the mindset with which he ignored the age shaming painted on him really exceeded a halo on his face, always.
"Send me a copy too. I used to always be a part for the Nanda dance in school." I could hear the sweetness of memories in my own voice trampling against the bitterness of the Ku Shen.
"Didn't knew you were the dancer types. Care to grace your talent on my Sangeet?"
"When is it?" Hurt slashed his face like a knife on a tyre.
"The coming Wednesday, at Kishan Hall, 334/A road from Gandhi Square." His voice rancorously beat the air of nostalgia in my head.
"I don't think I will be available. Did you fix the loopholes?" I was known for being blunt sometimes, which I took pride in.
"Okay and yes. I have sealed a few for our benefit if ever the tides turn."
"You are the best!" I exclaimed and stood up to dump my almost empty cup into the dry waste, or should it go into the wet as still a some of the liquid is left?
See, even at a simple task I am confused, and how am I supposed to take care of every broken, fractured and raptured thing around me?
"What should I do?" I asked to the bevy of swans passed by. Why were their flaps so white?
"Sometimes it is better not to think too much and let things unroll by itself." Ganesh replied from his seat and it confused me even more. Was he saying I should just place the cup in between? Or I can just . . .
I closed my eyes and started making a circle around the dustbin area, after a few seconds with loss of direction and sense of a spinning head I played a backhand with the cup and heard a loud thump after a second.
I laughed softly when I found the liquid spilled over the can cap and the cup inside the dry waste. Ohhh, what a mess . . . . and my dear friends this is what happens when you let whatever control take the flow and not think things thoroughly.
"That was stupid." Ganesh never slipped a moment of separation with his lawyer self-did he ever?
My phone pinged and I reached to see a message from my PI: OCPD, severe.
Awesome! There finally is a breakthrough into something, at least.
"Ganesh, I think I will go with this Royal Contract opportunity. It's not every day a girl in the 21st century is titled a queen, except on Televisions."
He looked taken aback but not really perplexed about this sudden ordeal; as if he was expecting me to drop this bomb anytime soon.
"I will get the contract done with. The terms become valid the minute you sign it." He cleared the basic point which I clearly know, and understand.
I want a change, a different environment to think clearly and function properly and this was a luxurious offer I can never decline.
For me to catch the Spider I will have to make him eat his own web, and to plan it all I need my peace of mind and the security of my loved once. I don't think it would be a problem to manage Fifeteen on long distance as we have toned down the work thrown at me, and we indeed were searching a fresh market.
"So, this is it. You leave the day you sign it?"
Well, I haven't thought so thoroughly about the leaving part yet.
Heck I didn't know if this was the right thing. But I needed time off from everything happening here.
"I am not sure how will my people take the news in. What do I do?"
I should be asking those questions to myself but when I had a whole lawyer Ganesh on my front call then why do I need improve my wrinkle quality?
"Classics are always the elegances prefer." He replied instantly.
Classics? He wants me to write letters to everyone and take off without a care in the world.
But, should I write them separately to everyone or a combined one in all?
And just thinking about how to break this news to Kriag is making my heart sink. I genuinely like him, his presence, the little things he does to make me smile and the way he makes me feel the only woman who is special. But sometimes there are just some unruly situations in life.
Broken and surviving people like me don't have the luxury to love passionately.
Okay, letter it is then!
I gave my head a small shake to push the important topics into the main categorized basket of nerves, in which there is this question only a man can answer me.
So, I asked.
And one which I can't ask Kriag.
"Are s*x dolls comfortable?"
"Wh . ..?" For a second Ganesh was confused and then slowly his face turned pensive when understanding what I demanded. A man’s integrity was in question.
But it is not a bad thing to masturbate or feel yourself to satisfy a personal need. It is a free pleasure everyone is entitled to have.
"I never asked a wedding gift Vhrea. I'll pass, you know?" He couldn't meet my eyes as he kept turning the contract pages nervously, almost ripping one of the sealed pages.
I couldn't understand what the hell was wrong. It was just a random question of knowledge about incidents and events which I didn't experience ever.
Maybe nerds will know it better? Should I ask Well about it. Or should I instead frame my question in a different approach of business pleasure.
Are having s*x robot’s illegal?
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