Story 6: The First Indescretion

A lot had happened in four years. Ajay had found love, joys, sorrows and had learnt lessons he would never forget. Between finding an enjoyable profession and professing love for the woman, Ajay had trained himself in the art of arrogance and had mastered it well enough to create a delusional world where only he mattered.

Nipping at his successes was the silenced sorrow of what was to come. Ajay had lost himself in the tresses of a woman, and he had awoken in her bosom - he of course, had hoped to never wake up at all. However, when he did wake up, Ajay was lost in a world which he had knowingly walked in to, one which had changed his sphere of reality. A world of never-ending sorrows that a thousand, coloured pills, vats of rum, or drams of whisky just couldn't solve. A world of never-ending sorrows where tears would dry up before they hit the ground.

When Ajay exchanged his first words of commitment with the woman she reciprocated with a kiss. And in the four years that followed, they had envisioned the texture of every brick that would cement their home together. Heck, they had even envisioned the drapes on the windows and the view of the meadows and the sea beyond it when one drew the drapes. They had envisioned a lifetime - all in four years.

Then came a wave of indiscretions, and with it came a storm of indignities.

Ajay had said the magic words to the woman at the beginning of the year. He had, with all his heart, given his life to a woman he know would offer him her loyalty and her undivided love. He often wondered if he could give her all the happiness in the world. Ajay had built his reality around the love he thought he could give this woman. Yet, the flaws of his past life, the life he had left, and the life he had abandoned, and the life that was not to be - came back to haunt him. They drew him out of his existence - his soul painted it with a brush of mundane boredom -  and dragged him right into the ring of temptation with a zest he had neither imagined nor envisioned.

Just three months after Ajay had committed to the woman he committed his first act of indiscretion.

While at a coffee shop after work, Ajay saw a svelte woman, dressed in a short but professional grey dress. She leaned over the counter and reached for her Caramel Latte. Ajay willfully appreciated her every curve, and took in the grace of her being with his eyes. He imagined what it would be like to be kissed by the lips that sipped the foam off the latte cup, and what the mouth of such a beautiful woman taste like.

Ajay walked up to her.

Hello. Mind if I take this seat?

She didn't mind. She smiled and gestured - please go ahead. 

Ajay sat and immediately introduced himself to her. He had never had a problem talking to people. What he lacked in looks, he made up in his unabashed and uninhibited demeanor. He joked, laughed, and complimented - all in the same breath. He was a charmer and he knew it.

She, on the other hand was a quiet, shy type. She laughed in a measured manner, was filled with grace in her gestures and smiled often to Ajay's obvious overtures.

I would ask you for coffee, but you are already having some. Would you mind joining me for dinner? 

In his conversation Ajay had already established that he worked only a few doors down from her.

An after work drink, perhaps, if not dinner? Just appetizers? Heck, It'd be my pleasure to share a bottle of water with a pretty woman like you. 

She couldn't resist.

Yes. I'd love dinner. 

Ajay's first indiscretion did not stop at dinner. They watched a movie, and a walk on the beach and then they frolicked and stumbled to the parking lot. She hoisted herself and sat down on the trunk of his car. He put his arms around her waist and sank his head between her breasts. Ajay then worked his way up, tracing her neck and peppering it with kisses.

She did not stop him.

Ajay kissed her chin and then worked his way up to her lips. Joined in a wet, passionate kiss, she wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him in closer.

Not a shred of guilt.

She then broke the kiss and looked at Ajay and told him they should do it again. Ajay winks.

Waving to each other and blowing kisses, they enter each other's cars and drive their own way.

On is way home, Ajay calls the woman.

Busy night, babe. These guys are squeezing me for all I'm worth. I need to find a new job. 

The woman, in all her innocence and naivety simply smiles.

You are the best at what you do. I'm sure it will all work out. Just don't be so busy once we're together for good. 

He doesn't even gulp of wait to take a deep, liar's breath.

Of course not. I love you and that's all that matters.