THE SORRY SLUT : PART (II) : CHHANDAK

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Chhandak entered the house with hesitation. His friend, pretty aware of the incident which was enervating him every moment, didn’t think twice before dragging him to his house, after meeting him in a get together. It has been a year they have left college and things changed. Chhandak walked inside, his head, fixed on the mosaic floor. “ At least something inside this house will not move, will not change” , he thought. He tried not to look at the other rooms; he had known this house for a long time; he had spent a large part of his college days, but for a different reason. Two other guys had come with him and the three of them settled down on the sofa.
Unknown to Chhandak, someone was staring at him the very moment he had entered and his every move was watched , like the eagle who lets her prey , play in alacrity, before she pounces upon him with her sharp claws.
“It is so nice that you brought your friends, dada ”, a very familiar voice broke through Chhandak’s phlegmatic self; he could not but look around; in front of him was standing the lady, whom he used to love and may be , it was not at all a past for him, though , according to numerical calculations and Facebook status updates, a year has passed after their break up and Panchali was “ committed to” Nabayan. Chhandak tried to remain indifferent to her words as Nayak hugged his sister and taking the tray of lemonade she was carrying, he replied, “ Thanks sis . ”
Panchali was trying her level best to gain Chhandak’s attention but her typical strategy of ignorance was ‘ ignored ‘ this time and indirect words flew away tangentially, knowingly or unknowingly. She always got what she wanted, what her heart, rather, her body desired. Today only, she was thinking about Chhandak ; she had even tried to search for his number in her cell phone but she found out, that Nabayan have cleverly deleted it, knowing her ways, and of course, pretty aware of his own. And today, he was there in front of her, in flesh and blood. How could she let go of the chance, she has been craving for? She would not; she has never done such thing in her life. Her screeching urge broke through her cold lips as she blurted out, “ Hey, nice to see you after a long time, Chhandak”, she beamed.
Chhandak nodded his head, trying his best to avoid conversation with her, looking helplessly at his friends, who were busy talking to his friend’s mother.
“Chhandak ”, Panchali continued, grabbing him by his hand. “ Come to my room, I need to show you a book”.
“ A book ? ” , Chhandak was puzzled. In his 3 years of relationship, he had never seen her read and now, this girl in front of him uttered the word , ‘ book ‘.
“ Yes, a book”, Panchali replied with ebullience. “ Come na , I will show you. You will like it” .
“What has Nabayan -da done to you ? ”
Panchali seemed to ignore the name and the moment Chhandak entered the room, she closed the door. The sound of locking the door pierced through Chhandak’s heart , mocking his stupidity or innocence, whatever one may choose to call it.
“ Why did you lock the door ? ” , he garnered his strength and asked. “ And where is the book ? ”
“ In front of you , ” Panchali grinned.
“ I can’t see any book in front of me ”, Chhandak replied, dumbfounded.
Panchali grabbed Chhandak’s right hand and pressed it on her neck. “ Here”, she said. “ This is your book. Open it. Read it . ”
Chhandak broke free from her grasp and moved away in disgust.
“Why are you doing this , Panchali ? ” , he asked with tears in his eyes.
“ Doing what? ” , Panchali asked settling on the bed, fiddling with the laces of her skirt.
“ STOP THIS !! ”, Chhandak shouted. “ YOU LEFT ME . I DIDN’T PROTEST. YOU GOT COMMITTED TO MY SENIOR. I DIDN’T PROTEST. AND NOW YOU WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH ME IN NABAYAN-DA’S ABSENCE. THIS TIME, I WILL PROTEST”. Chhandak couldn’t control. After all this, it was just impossible for him to stay calm and quiet. He never wanted to talk to her like this for he loved her, but dignity was more precious to him; there is no permanence in a relationship but one’s dignity and self esteem can never betray; in reality, it is the person, who ditches the dignity, letting it ruin on the graves of sand, in humiliation, in oblivion.
“He has a car and he drives that car; he works”, Panchali replied, sitting cross-legged on the bed, revealing the black mole of her left thigh, hoping to catch Chhandak’s attention. Such gestures worked pretty well for Chhandak when they were in a relationship and Panchali could not figure out, why he was indifferent this time, for she, in the 21 years of her life, never had the opportunity to see life from those silly people, who lose their love , because of their imperfection; rather, she was burdened with all such male species of homo sapiens.
Chhandak looked at her blankly. His experiences have made him realize that it was not at all a fecund task to argue with her. He remained silent; no he didn’t speak through his silence; even if he did, the frequency of his silence was too low to reach the enigmatic ears, graced by expensive ear-rings, each of them, carefully chosen for their fabric counterparts in the wardrobe. He tried his best to ignore and switched on the net from his cell phone. Before he could even see his Facebook notifications, Panchali snatched away his cell.
“ Oh, you are dating someone? ” , she teased looking carefully on the updates. “ And that is why you ignored me.”
“ Of course not ”, Chhandak protested, trying to get back his phone. Panchali placed the phone closer to her breasts, grinning. Chhandak stepped back and left her with her newfound toy.
Panchali took a strong interest in his Facebook account, and scrolling over , her eyes stopped at someone called Sakyo Ghosh . She scrolled to see more of him, for the very name, Sakyo was apparently the nickname of someone she knew. She went to his profile and for the first time, was quite unhappy with what she had anticipated. The profile picture turned out to be the one she guessed. The concerned person had updated his status a few minutes ago, tagging someone and saying , “ How are you dear? I need to talk. Please reply to my message. I have re-activated my account “. She read the name of the tagged person : A-R-A-DHYA !! The phone fell from her hands; the battery slipped out of the handset, like her heartbeat which skipped a few steps less, trying to run, ignoring the obstacle.

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6 thoughts on “THE SORRY SLUT : PART (II) : CHHANDAK

  1. again, “bishaaal toh” 😀

    but, i especially like how you maintain the fine distinction between erotica and pornography. loved every bit of it 🙂

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