Month: May 2016

Chapter 5

May’ 2002,
Austin, Travis County, Texas.

By hook or by crook, he felt that he managed to do well in his final-term. All he had to was to wait for couple of weeks to see his margin of error in his hope. It had been a while since he heard from any of those guys, Jenny, Mruna, Pooja, and Saryu. In fact he was intentionally away from their reach for undisclosed why and wherefores.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! The doorbell rang.

Aryan opened the door to find the sidekick, “What’s up dude? Have heard that you left the city yesterday. Where have you been without talking the talk to us?” Jenny asked smelling something fishy with his behavior for the past few months.

“Oh yeah! I had a couple of errands and I had to go out of the station on behalf of dad, you know, its family and stuff.”
“Oh, I believe you”, Jenny said in a husky voice. Then arrived the three roses.
“ dear, it’s Sunday, we should be hang out. it’s been a long while since we went anywhere, especially after Aryan’s changeover”, Mruna said looking at a painting on the wall in his bedroom, displacing her hands on to her waist at a leisurely pace. Saryu intervened, “Aryan, for the last few days I’ve been watching over, you are getting too busy with your phone, I’ve never seen a sassy lad like you using a phone for such long hours”, she was inkling at something. Aryan saw the light about but he didn’t get his head around whether the other three had got the drift out of those words.“Yeah Saryu, I completely stand by with you, I was about to ask the same question to him.Guess what, Lately, I found Mruna getting busier too” Jenny said excitingly. Aryan didn’t know what to speak, “Just shut the heck up,” he said and left the place to have a bath.

“Mruna, Is there anything you’d wanna tell me?” Saryu asked scoffing.
Mruna, her long curly hair parted in the middle of forehead plunged unto her shoulders. The arched eyebrows trailed down to meet at the nasion. Her lower lip vermillion border resembles the typical bow. Her burnished complexion adds the needed voluptuousness complementing her diamond shaped physiognomy.

“No why don’t you guys shut up? We are blabbering for a long time now. You see the girl, reading a romantic book is right there sitting very quiet, look at Pooja, the culprit” Mruna tried to amend Jenny’s assertion.
“Oh gosh, what have I done? I have nothing to hide from you. Nada, not a sausage” She called at the top of her voice on a serious note.

Jenny intervened, “Ok girls, I Gotcha. The real woman is the one who is actually asking you all the questions”, he said laughing out loud and pointing towards Saryu. Unanticipated, Saryu became impatient and started a pillow fight with Jenny, yelling out, “No way …” she finally ceased the fight with a note, “I have nothing to say, I don’t share any second thought with him, you know me, don’t you.”

All of them were puzzled with each other’s answers and could not figure out the state of matter that was going on with Aryan. Three of them gave a look-see over the entire room to find any means of evidence that would prove their surmise. It has already been over thirty minutes since Aryan left the spot yet their odds weren’t favoring them. Abruptly, Aryan arrived in his room. “Seems like you guys are in serious search of something, anything I can help you with?” he asked ruffling his wet hair.

“Nothing, we were just playing, you get ready, and we should leave in ten minutes,” Pooja said in a pleasing tone.
“Cool, get the car from the loft, take the car keys, they are hanging over on the key-hanger. I will be there in no time and you girls, make an exit, I should change my trouser,” he mandated.

“You Wanna drive Jenny?” Aryan thought out in advance and asked. He liked my car.
“I guess I am actually in the drive mode,” He said fastening his seat belt.
Jenny was a good at driving, they drove onto a national highway and the best part of the ride was they rode at a rate of 140 mph.

“When we ride at such a greater speed, the tires dramatically increases the car’s grip and handling response on both and wet and dry roads. That’s what is offering a high performance. Providing effective traction and making the drive a fun and smooth ride” Aryan evaluated the features of the car to Jenny

“Whoa! Aryan, why don’t we start all over again? Don’t you feel something? You know what I mean?” Jenny said.
Aryan guessed it right that Jenny would ask him about the race, “You are actually driving with an intent to wake up the racing boy in me who I once was. Such a clever arse” Aryan replied,“No Jenny! I won’t”.
“Dude, are you nuts?” Jenny Said as Aryan barred his optimism, “You once said that you love races.”
“Oh, common. I never said that I love races. I only said, I like cars and challenges, you cannot paraphrase this to your comfort”.
“Jenny, you better keep driving cautiously. We want us to go back home safely,” Pooja cut in.
“Shut up,” Jenny said and others laughed out.
“Where we want to go after the movie?” Pooja asked excitingly.
“Will talk after the movie”, Aryan said shutting the door of her excitement. Stumped by Aryan comment she put her bottom lips crushing them in between her angel-white teeth “god! How cute she is”, Aryan shirked out in his mind.

Chapter 4

April’ 2002,
Mϋnchen, Bavaria, Germany.

“Lie down there,” he said rolling his joint, “we’ve got whole of this night, till the dawn. You don’t wanna get dressed up early baby doll, place it back where it belonged” he took his first puff.

She had culmination a few minutes ago and she felt that her job was done for that night, “I am not going to let you inside me for one more time. Not until you marry me” she said drawing herself into the blanket.

“You whore, you… are… a whore…” his voice was stringent when he uttered the word whore, “You have your obligations. Your only job is to satiate my hunger, stille meinen durst”

“But you never looked at me as whore,” she reminded him from his previous conversations, “du liebst mich, you said you love me. Every day in the bed, Hast du nicht?” She questioned him.

“Hahahaha!” He laughed out loud, “Poor woman, I say that to every whore I sleep with. You see
Junges mädchen, I am looking for pleasure. I want a woman to make love to me, I am not with an assignment, am I, Bin Ich?” he made it plain to her.

“You don’t wanna lie Varun, you are on your joint and you are drunk enough to lose your consciousness,” she looked optimistic.

“I drunk and I smoked,” he leaned forward while sitting on the couch, “and that’s why you should believe me,” he took his third puff longer than the first couple of them.

“You did want to marry me, didn’t you?” she asked, “Bitte, Lüge nicht”

“Willst du mich veräppeln,” he got up from his couch and walked near to her, “My innocent woman,” he fondled over her breasts, “Was sagst du?” he railed his finger on the curves of her bosoms, “You do expect me to marry you, don’t you?” he licked on her right teat. He motioned to sniff on her cleavage up along the throat and halted when his lips aligned with hers at a whisker. He looked at her wee lips and then into her eyes, “… and for what dear? because you are whoring around for a while? Or you would get a license to file an alimony on our family’s twenty percent share from the Shekar’s uncles industry?”

“Shekar?” she was puzzled, “Wer ist er?”

“You do know him, don’t you?” he was surprised, “my dad’s twin brother”, he moved away from her and ensconced himself next to her on the bed.

“Es macht Sinn für mich”, she said and continued, “I see the light about it. Are you taking about the shares of the Chemical industry which Shekar owns?”

“Look at you, you do know him” he pointed his index finger at her, “Sie Mädchen, entscheiden nur nach einem Hintergrund-Check, otherwise you don’t like to date us”

“I loved you all through my heart. I was and will never be interested in your assets,” she exclaimed, “I was deceived and I failed to discern that you were using it as an ammunition against me for your pleasure”

She jumped out of the bed and pulled her dress lying under the butt of Varun. Her first attempt barely succeeded, she pulled it harder and the silk clothing ripped off partly sending a blaze under his nates that nudged him off from the bed. She started to get dressed up, realizing what she’s about to go for Varun scuttled in her way and clasped her hand from behind, “you ….” He paused as he was interrupted by her, “Let me go away with my life,” she said in her low voice, “you won’t leave anywhere. You have your job with my groin till I decide to give up on you,”

“That’s never gonna happen Varun. Not until you marry me,” she was firm in her tone.

“When you showed no interest in my assets. Warum Machen wir das nicht, I don’t pay whores but I am now deciding to pay you a monthly paycheck, Du wirst im Bett sein and Ich bediene meine Bedürfnisse”

“Marry me or let me go. Noch einmal, if you gonna thwart in my way. I am gonna call the polizei” She warned him which only raged him up.

“You Hündin,” he scooped her up in the air and swirled her onto the bed. She jounced wildly on her own weight. Abruptly he leaped over her and lay the hundred and seventy five pounds of weighted body; that didn’t let her move an inch. He spread her legs with the help of his hands. He positioned his groin over her crotch and arrested her hands, fixed them firmly over her head. He got into her while she pleaded him. He hit her hard and she continued to plead him, “Stop it… just get off me” She hollered, “I won’t let you feed on you bastard, get off of me…” she yelled out but her solicitation didn’t desist him from his pursuit of carnal passion. He didn’t belay in hitting her hard and her earnest request kept fading away in her bawl, “I am dying, I can’t breathe you bastard. Get off me right now.” she howled, “Leave me… I can’t breathe. Leave me,” she repeated vehemently but he was unstoppable and only kept going deep inside her. He squidged and slapped on her outer thighs. She bit him on the shoulder; she spat the sputum on his face and it further raged him up. He spanked her heftily that left bruises down her loins. “Leave me,” she appeared to lose her senses, “get…off…me” were her last words she muttered. In the split second, he reached his culmination. He snogged amorously squeezing her neck and pressing his body heretically that took her last breath.

He got up with blood spattered over all on the blanket and the bed. His body was too vetted with the red substance. “liebevolle Frau, you should have complied with me. Your fortune had a bad end,” he said to her while she was moving away from this world. Before he got dressed up he was struck by a thought. He trod slowly towards the bed and neared to her ears, “you did want me to say those three magical words, didn’t you?” he kissed her forehead and said, “Lick my balls”. He closed her eyes and gushed to the wardrobe.

He dressed up leisurely without clapping his eyes. He approached her body and wrapped her in the blanket. “Nice and neat,” he said to himself and reached for the cell phone on the table.

“I am at the apartment. You may wanna come over here? It’s an urgency” Varun said.

“I see it. You did it again, didn’t you?” the voice on the call was loud enough to reverberate inside the room.

“Haha!” he laughed a little loud and said, “like father like son”

“Son, I am at the go down and I will follow up with the procedures. You know what to do next, we don’t want it to be discussed on the phone”

“Erwischt” he said and the call went dead.

Chapter 3

The first year had been one heck of a year for Aryan. From nine in the late dawn to the five in the late afternoon, the freshers were put through intense schedule encompassing classes and laboratories. Over and above, there are periodic assignments and timely quizzes.

Aryan remembers, on the very first day at college, An Asst. Professor appeared in the frame, he was not too old but old enough, aged in near forties. Skinny and standing at six-foot tall wearing UV protected eyeglasses, they had the appearance of being three to four years old with a weak metal frame; gives an impression of the prof having a hypermetric sight. He clothed himself in neatly removed creases from the full sleeve gray colored shirt, decently handcuffed, tucked professionally with a normal leather belt hung in the recently stitched light colored black trouser. Needs no explicit mention, the polished shoe shimmering like the glittering stars. In the right hand, he carried dustless chalks and in the other there were odd number of loose sheets written in ink, pinned with a paper holder, it looks as though are the notes for the lecture. He knocked on the glass door standing at the doorway, in a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he sounded out loud – “good morning class”. All the tutees were very excited too and everyone replied earnestly on a high pitch – “good morning professor”.

“So, I am Asst. Prof. Vittorio, Automobile engineering, have been teaching here for a long time now. It is good and indeed a great pleasure to see such fresh talents. I can understand how arduous it was for you, all through your high schooling to make it on the up and up. Delighted to see lots of happy faces. I wholeheartedly welcome you to the University and brace yourself for an unforgettable journey” He said in a sweet voice.

“So should we start our first class,” the prof said while he erased the previous lecture content written on the blackboard.

“Nope,” response came out in amalgamation.

“Okay,” ­he came back on them and started to write on the chalkboard. He described the content while in the midst of writing, “So class, you have four months for each semester… ”

The professor who sounded simpatico few minutes back was suddenly turning out to deliver an acerbic speech. Metaphorically, his intention was to vouchsafe a prezzie, a denizen with no amenities and entertainment. He declared an off for the class later after delivering his objectives for the rest of the course and the conduct of the students inside the class. Thenceforward, it all set the ball rolling for Aryan.

He had finished his freshman year with a GPA less than the par for the course. His Rota contained only attending gigs in the nights, watch sci-fi movies, scoot and vamoose from the class, race on the weekends. For over a year and half since his joining at the college, he was encircled with the same activities.

After a certain length of time in his sophomore, something nominally has changed him in the winter break. He truly felt to refrain from doing the extreme racing challenges and in fact he tried to keep up with his notion to see a change in himself by focusing more on his interests, Automotive Engineering. But he couldn’t see fair-to-middling pay-off in his Mid-Term. Yet he kept with his stratagem. As the time passed by, he was then at the end of the sophomore year joisting himself to face the Final-Term.

“Aryan, guess what bloke, a challenge up in a couple of days, look here is the description of the event and cash prize” ­Jenny handed over Aryan a red colored pamphlet with the heading – “CHALLENGE,RACE and WIN”, the event name, written in informal roman, highlighted with a high contrast relatively with the background, “prizes worth $2000”, the prize money for the race, is star boxed, with italicized text placed at the top right corner, very picturesque enough to grab the reader’s attention.

“Sorry, Jenny. You know we have finals coming up the next week. I haven’t been doing anything much after midterms, I don’t want to flunk badly this time. Don’t pressurize me, we have done enough ratings until yesterday. Hadn’t we?” Aryan said in response to jenny inquiry.

“What Aryan? Enough races till yesterday? Do you remember the last race we had? Buddy, wake up. Our last challenge was a week before midterm, we have, and in total did only 5 races, that too in the starting of this semester. Despite with the effective powertrain of the car, we lost 3 of them. Argh! Lose! After that very trounce, we were lost outta of our true jive. No cars, No fun, No entertainment” ­Jenny exclaimed.

“What so ever, we are not going to do this” Aryan simply rejected Jenny’s emotions even though he tend to care for him.

“You have changed Aryan, you are not who you were. You are changing to be a what? A meticulous and a fastidious student with some incredible intelligence to change the stature of this university with your new strategic, heedful research and pernickety inventions in the field of your interest. Oh, wait, what I was saying? I mean, what I just spoke? Am I sounding out words?” ­ – Jenny inane screaming like a four-year-old kid refreshed Aryan’s deep thoughts on the workout plan.

“I am sorry again jenny, now if you don’t mind and excuse me, ‘I need some Rest, some Peace’ before I start on my workout plan”, Aryan said with a smirked face looking at Jenny while he walked straight down the hall towards the door to motion his hands to the exit. “Alright boy, Rest in Peace,” Jenny said in a monotone and slammed the door against him soon after he left the room.