Back to our Rooms

We reached our respective rooms. I washed off the Mehendi and afterward took a bath and wore a spaghetti-striped short top and pajamas, while I kept replaying the whole incident with Shankar in my mind with a mischievous smile. I was admiring the beautiful Mehendi designs in my arms, looking forward to shining more for the next day’s wedding. I tried and took several photos of my arms with my phone and then I thought I would upload one of them to Instagram, but when I opened Instagram, I saw immense responses to the photo Shankar uploaded tagging me earlier. I was thrilled to see most of the comments praising my looks in that lehenga. There were comments from lots of strangers too. Some perverts openly praised my navel too. Usually, I would have been pissed by them, but today I was thrilled and couldn’t stop smiling, as it reassured me about the undeniable power of my secret weapon for Shankar. Suddenly I came across a comment just made that shocked me. It was just “babe…” from my ex. I thought he had blocked me on Instagram. Maybe he unblocked me after seeing this pic from Shankar’s account. How did he see it? Did he know Shankar before? It could have possibly come to his timeline because of the comments made by our common friends on that picture. Anyhow, I was having a sudden surge of strange and mixed feelings. Seeing him unblocking me after randomly finding an attractive picture of mine, made me furious. But that also made me feel good in a strange way too because of the nature of our history of breakup. My revenge fantasy was kinda partially getting fulfilled. Suddenly I started getting messages from him on Instagram.

“Babe… 

Hw r u?

Missed you a lot.. babes”

I couldn’t reply as my blood was boiling to see his audacity to initiate a friendly conversation with me after all those humiliations even without caring to give a mere textual apology.

“Btw, who is this guy, Shankar Das?”

That question of his sparked an idea inside me. I rushed with the phone outside my room and knocked on Shankar’s door.

“Who’s that?” Shankar asked.

“It’s me, I need an urgent help from you..” I said

After a few seconds, he slightly opened his door in half and peeped through the gap in curiosity.

“What is it dear?” 

Was he about to take a bath or something? He seemed bare-chested without any clothes on his torso. I pushed the door open and entered to see him standing puzzled just in a turkey towel. He obviously seemed quite anxious and confused about all the rush I was making. I looked him up and down for a moment and then asked him to go wash his face, as he looked quite tired. 

“Why? What happened?”

“Just do it, I’ll explain”

He stood there confused..

“Please..” I rushed him by stomping on the floor hard.

“Okay!” He turned back and headed towards the bathroom. I stopped him when he tried to take his pants from the drawer, to the bathroom. He was so confused but still washed his face and came back.
He looked just fine for my plan, in his white turkey towel with a fresh and wet face, a thick gold chain on his neck, and a few white chest hairs. I took him to the balcony of the room, where the view of the dark valley and cold breeze would meet us and keep moving our hairs slightly. There was a chair with armrests on both sides and a small table, with vodka and a bucket of ice cubes in it. I realized he was about to have some drinks. I made him sit on the only chair there, and explained my whole situation and plan. I knew very well how my ex would react exactly. He had seen me online on insta, I had also seen his messages, so within 5 minutes he would lose his patience and would make a video call. Me and Shankar should be ready for it in no time. Shankar would just have to pretend to be my lover in front of the video call made by my ex-boyfriend. That could completely satisfy my revenge fantasy, which he was also aware about. My proposal definitely thrilled him a bit, I could sense that from the blushing smile from his face. But he was puzzled about literally everything about it.

I said, my intention is to pretend to be having my possibly best time around right then, and it would definitely piss him off instantly and he would end the call. He probably would be already drunk, so it would be really an easy job too. 

“Okay, but do we need to… I mean, really make out in front of him?” Shankar asked.

“No… ummmm… but kinda yes… I mean nothing much.. maybe a kiss or maybe two would be fine enough…” I mumbled. It created an awkward silent moment, we both didn’t know how to react to it.

From his face I could suddenly sense that he was gonna respond negatively. That would shatter me and my ego completely, I was afraid and anxious. I immediately and almost accidentally pulled out my Brahmastra. I pulled up my short top to cover my face with it, as if in anxiety, but in the process, revealing the whole midriff of mine completely at display. The waistline of my pajama was way lower than usual, almost revealing the beginning of my pube hair.

In a fraction of second, before I covered my eyes, I could make out his eyes and mouth widening immediately. From that sudden change of expression on his face, I presume that my stunt had an immediate and substantial impact on him. I didn’t want to miss his reaction for anything so within a second or so I pulled down my top back only a bit just to uncover my eyes and I saw his eyes completely glued to my navel with his mouth wide open almost drooling. I never thought he would fall for it again so easily and immediately as it could ever be.

Now that I know I had him completely inside my navel, I broke the silence, with a slightly disappointed face. “Well don’t you worry, if you are not quite comfy about it, then we will do it on the cheeks instead of mouth. Or we don’t need to do this at all, if that’s what you prefer. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable”  

“No, no, it’s not that… I really would love to help you with this anyhow” He reassured. I jumped out of joy inside my head.

“Thanks yaar… the thing is not about the kiss, it’s all about the posture and the vibe we create together.. We should look very comfortable and confident with each other to make it convincing… Let’s improvise on the go and see how it goes, okay?”

“Oh, now you are making me nervous, haha..”

The phone started ringing. It was the asshole making a whatsapp video call, just as I predicted.

“Shut up, and just be my lover from the next second onwards, okay?” 

“Oh okay” Shankar pretended to be prepared.

Suddenly another idea struck me. I rushed inside the room and picked up the lighter and the pack of cigarettes and brought it to Shankar and asked him to light it. My ex despised smoking and prohibited me to even try it, I told Shankar.

“Really? Then this would be a nice touch..” I guess that cig made him much more comfortable and less anxious. He lit the cig releasing a hell amount of thick smoke with a genuine musculin swag.

‘Uff this man is damn sexy’ I exclaimed inside my mind.

“See, I asked you to do this, because I believed I had the freedom with you…

And now only you can help me out here. Are you really okay with this?”

“It’s alright Diya, I’ll try” Shankar seemed genuinely prepared for it now.

“Alright” I said and sat on his lap sideways, placing the knees of my legs over the armrest of the chair and resting my lower back on the other armrest, and with my right hand hugging around his face, which is just at my chin level. I didn’t know what I was more excited about. My revenge or kissing Shankar. I was getting worried about lots of things. Would his breath be smelly? Or would mine be smelly? Would we go for a mouth kiss? Shall I then use my tongue?

“Are you ready?” I asked. I couldn’t hide my smile. He nodded yes by inhaling the cig. I also took a puff from the cig and then I answered the video call.