"So Sonu Maharaj, where are you calling from?", the bombshell purrs, as she slithers on the sofa suggestively, like a wild snake in heat, while I shift uneasily on mine, my eyes glued to the TV set.
"I am calling from Patna and your number 1 fan ji, Will you pleej marry me?".
What losers!, I chuckle at Sonuji's idiotic desperation, as I ogle at her shimmering yellow tank top and wonder what lies beneath. The thought provokes a delicious feeling inside of me and turns my heater to ON.
"Accha Sonuji, I have my next caller. Cya!." She gazes at me with her lusty inviting looks as I zoom into her eyes and splash land in those two beautiful ponds of love. "Let your thoughts fly, your lust take flight. A bevy of beauties are waiting for you", she croons, as I open the phone book on my mobile. "Just Dial 554489 or SMS", she rolls her tongue over her full lips. I press Save.
Damn its 1 am, I let out a cold sigh as I prepare to crash into my bed, twirling the ancient Nokia 3310 in my hand, my mind racing.
SMS or Call?
SMS is 12 rupees and Calling is 7. Hmm.
Though I am the porn maestro, the tharki nawab (nobody knows that in my college) and have dated and 'did' quite a long line of beauties like Cameron Diaz and Katrina Kaif in my head, its the real life's talking to normal girls that just does me in and leaves me tongue-tied. I just can't handle girl talk.
SMS is perfect for me. No risk, high kicks.
I have a MTNL student plan but Rita, my elder sister, pays the bills. I will only do a few, I promise myself righteously. I start to type.
' Hi, ne1 dere? I am Lalit.',
"Message delivered" makes my heart throb with excitement. The light from the screen paints my leering face with a devilish glow. My mouth waters with anticipation.
' Piya here... from Mumbai.. How you doing '. Oh god, I got a reply!
' nice..... :).... hm...what's your figure piya? '. I type as I start to sweat a little, my nose a little moist.
' hm..5"6.. 36 28 30... fine?'.
My head spins.I close my hot eyes. Piya in a yellow tank top, walking down the beach, her lovely brown hair floating in the air, her slim shapely hips swaying to a maddening rhythm. She turns her head and gives me a sly smile. High voltage current passes through my bowels.
' piya, m lyng on my bed thinking bout u.. what r u wearin?'. Send.
Pleasure burns through my pores. I keep staring at the fone dying to see the screen light up with the reply.
I wait for half an hour and no message comes. I guess they are not allowed lewd talk, I reason. Still a long way to go for India to reach there. Tough luck.
I toss and turn in my bed with an unfulfilled yearning. I hear a vehicle stopping outside on the street and pitter patter of steps and laughter. A knock on the door and I hear my mom open it. Should be Rita, coming back from her graveyard shift in Gurgaon. She joined a big multinational call center as soon as she finished graduation. It's she who supports the family as of now; I, my retired mom and dad and a younger brother who is studying in the tenth standard.
If she knows I am still awake, a sleep away from my final exams, she would get mighty angry. I feel a tinge of guilt thinking how I had squandered her hard earned money on cheap thrills today. The thought depressed me as I forced myself to sleep.
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A few days passed and it became difficult for me to keep away from the temptation. Piya was plaguing my thoughts and haunting my fone. I had kept re-reading the few sms that we had exchanged.
Finally the dam of my patience couldnt keep my on-rushing deluge of desire at bay.
' hey piya r u dere? remember me I am Lalit'.
'hey hi!!... what r u upto? missing me.. *giggle*.....' This girl's really something. Smooth.
'.. do u like tight jeans? I wuld luv to c u in one and high heels 2 nd do things 2 me'
I kept waiting for the reply which never arrived. For a few more nights, I kept filling in the empty blanks that the replies left vacant.
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It was a perfect Saturday afternoon. Lazy and sunny. I had my exam results in my hand. I sat there congratulating myself for having failed majestically in two subjects. Suddenly the door of my room flew open as if somebody had blown it apart.
"Lalit!! What the fuck is this?". Rita was standing at the door, her eyes red with tears. "What is this? I work nights so that you can do this to me?", she screamed as she walked upto me and shoved a piece of paper in my face.
It was my MTNL bill statement. I felt the hair on my hand rise. Goose bumps. The bill had a warning, "Pay Rs 1100 before the due date".
"Lalit what do you think you are doing? Who will pay Ramesh's school fees this month? Tell me!. I work my ass off so that you can jack off to When we Talk?. Wait I will tell dad", she hollered.
"Oh no Didi please forgive me please.." She stormed off before I could even start pleading.
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That night I wrote my apologies in a cowardly letter, for her to read the next morning.
"Dear Didi, Please forgive me. I promise I will be a better person from now on. I know that I failed my exams too, nothing could be more rotten than that. This will never happen again. I promise I will be a better student too. Just forgive me this time."
I folded the note, tip toed inside her unlocked room and walked upto her computer table. Searching for a place to keep the letter, I saw a spiral binded notebook on the desk.
I opened the notebook. On the first page it said "Minutes of meeting: no sexual talk with callers -assume a 20 yr old girl from mumbai - name assigned: Piya-....."
nice one :)
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