25-07-2023, 12:35 PM
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UPDATE 2 :
The Stalker
I am very good at Mathematics. I am not exaggerating. I really am. I cleared the RMO and was selected for National Olympiad. Unfortunately, my journey ended there, but it is safe to say that when it comes to Mathematics, I am above average than others.
Yet that woman, Trisha, made me forget how to do maths. She was not a fully grown woman when I first met her. A young adult, but that night my math stopped mathing.
My friend used to do part-time work for a Nepali Uncle ji. Uncle ji went to Nepal that week and left the shop to my friend. I was covering for him.
It was around midnight. We were about to close the shop, and that's when she came. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver light over the midnight streets. She stepped out of the shadows, and I was stunned. Her salwar clung to her curves, emphasizing her breasts and tiny waist. Her lips were painted a deep red that seemed to glow in the moonlight, making her look even more gorgeous than before.
Nothing mattered as I stared at her, captivated by her beauty.
She bought some cigarettes and gave me a 500 rupee note. I could not calculate the amount I owed her. The numbers were dancing. To solve that elementary-level problem, I took out the calculator. My fingers were trembling. I forgot what number to type.
"388. Give me 388 rupees back." Trisha spoke.
Her voice was clear yet husky, low and inviting. I could detect a slight accent that I couldn't quite place; that only made her words all the more intriguing. Her voice had a hint of delicate femininity that made my insides tingle with delight. It was like a siren's song luring me into a trance as she talked.
Although her words were nothing special, her voice had a power that made my knees weak and my heart flutter. She was beautiful and sensual just from the sound of her voice alone.
I knew a conversation with her would be bliss.
"Hurry up Trish." An annoyed male voice instructs her. The Guy was inside a car parked in front of the shop. He was sitting in the back seat. He had a driver with him. He was drunk and in his mid-20s.
"Keep the change." Trisha clutched the notes leaving the coins, and quickly got inside the car.
She sounded scared. It was kind of unbelievable that a girl like her doing the bidding for someone.
I thought I would never see her again. She always remained the beauty who made me forget how to do subtraction. What a shame !!!
I was wrong. I did meet her at a party years later. It was an annual meet meet-up event for Pharma companies.
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The setting was a party at a grand hotel, with the night alive with laughter, music, and conversation. In one corner of the room stood Trisha with a captivating style - a saree dbangd against her slender frame and her midriff revealed in an alluring way. She wasn't with the Guy from that night. I guess that relationship did not work out.
She was flirting with a new man, coyly smiling, laughing like a chime - alluring, inviting. Whenever he leaned closer to whisper something to her, she would giggle as if she was being tickled or make a playful comment.
He was entranced, his gaze unable to break away from her. Her beauty and charm captivated him. She seemed to be toying with him, and he with her, and it seemed like a game of cat and mouse or like a dance where neither of them wanted to let go.
Trisha was flirtatious and carefree in her saree. As she stepped closer, time seemed to pause, and my eyes were on the pair. They were both unaware of the attention, entangled in their own world, lost in the moment. The party was alive with expectation.
Trisha was a vision. She wore a saree made of a silky, light pink fabric that clung to her curves like a glove. The fabric shimmered in the low light of the room, drawing many eyes to her. Her blouse was a deep red, with a plunging neckline showing her ample cleavage. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smirk that could make any man weak in the knees.
As she walked through the room, heads turned to watch her. She was confident and unapologetic in her sultry attire, and her hips swayed with a subtle rhythm that could not be ignored. She seemed to know the power of her beauty and used it to her advantage.
She epitomised sexiness, and her saree and blouse only added to her allure. She was a lethal combination of beauty and confidence, and it was impossible to look away.
She left with the man she was flirting with earlier, and I thought this was the end.
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I was so wrong again. I was surprised to see her as the new resident of our gated society. She is married now to that guy, Arun. I could have never imagined her with someone like Arun. There is nothing wrong with Arun; he just behaves like an apocalypse will happen any day. In my experience, Trisha like carefree guys, not someone with a doomsday kit in his garage. Whenever I met her, she seemed a very adventurous woman who was up for a midnight ride with her lover or taking a stranger to her bed from a party.
I never pictured her in a place like this. She surprised me more when I saw how easily she blended with the community. I was disappointed. It was like watching a bird getting her wings clipped. Does her husband know what kind of lifestyle she used to lead?
She gave me the impression that she had changed, but I didn't believe it.I did not want to believe it.
I started the game of wifi to check whether she really had changed.
I named my wifi- 'Hi Trisha'
she named- 'Trisha is married
I renamed- 'Better'
She renamed- 'You need to stop'
That put a smile on my face. She isn't stopping this game. She is communicating. I did not change the wifi name at once. I waited, or rather I made her wait till midnight.
Then I changed my wifi name to 'I will if you---'
I didn't finish.
Fate had made me a stalker by putting Trisha repeatedly on my path. I had a choice not to stalk her, but I chose to stalk her anyway.
The Stalker
I am very good at Mathematics. I am not exaggerating. I really am. I cleared the RMO and was selected for National Olympiad. Unfortunately, my journey ended there, but it is safe to say that when it comes to Mathematics, I am above average than others.
Yet that woman, Trisha, made me forget how to do maths. She was not a fully grown woman when I first met her. A young adult, but that night my math stopped mathing.
My friend used to do part-time work for a Nepali Uncle ji. Uncle ji went to Nepal that week and left the shop to my friend. I was covering for him.
It was around midnight. We were about to close the shop, and that's when she came. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver light over the midnight streets. She stepped out of the shadows, and I was stunned. Her salwar clung to her curves, emphasizing her breasts and tiny waist. Her lips were painted a deep red that seemed to glow in the moonlight, making her look even more gorgeous than before.
Nothing mattered as I stared at her, captivated by her beauty.
She bought some cigarettes and gave me a 500 rupee note. I could not calculate the amount I owed her. The numbers were dancing. To solve that elementary-level problem, I took out the calculator. My fingers were trembling. I forgot what number to type.
"388. Give me 388 rupees back." Trisha spoke.
Her voice was clear yet husky, low and inviting. I could detect a slight accent that I couldn't quite place; that only made her words all the more intriguing. Her voice had a hint of delicate femininity that made my insides tingle with delight. It was like a siren's song luring me into a trance as she talked.
Although her words were nothing special, her voice had a power that made my knees weak and my heart flutter. She was beautiful and sensual just from the sound of her voice alone.
I knew a conversation with her would be bliss.
"Hurry up Trish." An annoyed male voice instructs her. The Guy was inside a car parked in front of the shop. He was sitting in the back seat. He had a driver with him. He was drunk and in his mid-20s.
"Keep the change." Trisha clutched the notes leaving the coins, and quickly got inside the car.
She sounded scared. It was kind of unbelievable that a girl like her doing the bidding for someone.
I thought I would never see her again. She always remained the beauty who made me forget how to do subtraction. What a shame !!!
I was wrong. I did meet her at a party years later. It was an annual meet meet-up event for Pharma companies.
********************************************************
The setting was a party at a grand hotel, with the night alive with laughter, music, and conversation. In one corner of the room stood Trisha with a captivating style - a saree dbangd against her slender frame and her midriff revealed in an alluring way. She wasn't with the Guy from that night. I guess that relationship did not work out.
She was flirting with a new man, coyly smiling, laughing like a chime - alluring, inviting. Whenever he leaned closer to whisper something to her, she would giggle as if she was being tickled or make a playful comment.
He was entranced, his gaze unable to break away from her. Her beauty and charm captivated him. She seemed to be toying with him, and he with her, and it seemed like a game of cat and mouse or like a dance where neither of them wanted to let go.
Trisha was flirtatious and carefree in her saree. As she stepped closer, time seemed to pause, and my eyes were on the pair. They were both unaware of the attention, entangled in their own world, lost in the moment. The party was alive with expectation.
Trisha was a vision. She wore a saree made of a silky, light pink fabric that clung to her curves like a glove. The fabric shimmered in the low light of the room, drawing many eyes to her. Her blouse was a deep red, with a plunging neckline showing her ample cleavage. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smirk that could make any man weak in the knees.
As she walked through the room, heads turned to watch her. She was confident and unapologetic in her sultry attire, and her hips swayed with a subtle rhythm that could not be ignored. She seemed to know the power of her beauty and used it to her advantage.
She epitomised sexiness, and her saree and blouse only added to her allure. She was a lethal combination of beauty and confidence, and it was impossible to look away.
She left with the man she was flirting with earlier, and I thought this was the end.
**********************************************
I was so wrong again. I was surprised to see her as the new resident of our gated society. She is married now to that guy, Arun. I could have never imagined her with someone like Arun. There is nothing wrong with Arun; he just behaves like an apocalypse will happen any day. In my experience, Trisha like carefree guys, not someone with a doomsday kit in his garage. Whenever I met her, she seemed a very adventurous woman who was up for a midnight ride with her lover or taking a stranger to her bed from a party.
I never pictured her in a place like this. She surprised me more when I saw how easily she blended with the community. I was disappointed. It was like watching a bird getting her wings clipped. Does her husband know what kind of lifestyle she used to lead?
She gave me the impression that she had changed, but I didn't believe it.I did not want to believe it.
I started the game of wifi to check whether she really had changed.
I named my wifi- 'Hi Trisha'
she named- 'Trisha is married
I renamed- 'Better'
She renamed- 'You need to stop'
That put a smile on my face. She isn't stopping this game. She is communicating. I did not change the wifi name at once. I waited, or rather I made her wait till midnight.
Then I changed my wifi name to 'I will if you---'
I didn't finish.
Fate had made me a stalker by putting Trisha repeatedly on my path. I had a choice not to stalk her, but I chose to stalk her anyway.
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