Kavita K. Bist

She looked around, perplexed, as to why she couldn’t find the one she was looking for today. It wasn’t quite that difficult before. She decided to move further ahead inside the National Library. Her instincts told her she’d find him somewhere around here. As she moved passed the ‘romance’ section, she spotted him sitting in the corner. His eyes looked wild and he was definitely excited reading whatever it was that he was reading. She smiled to herself and walked towards him. Without saying a word, she sat in front of him. He looked up, annoyed at whoever had distracted him. What he saw though, was nothing short of a welcome distraction. She was everything he was reading about in that sketchy erotica book. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She simply took the book from his hand and read the title and broke into a mischievous giggle. He too was exactly what she was looking for:  a guy in his late twenties who reads salacious stories in a public library and isn’t afraid to show his interest for her. After this little encounter, they could be seen stealing glances at each other. He clearly couldn’t focus on the book now. And the sight of her twirling her hair and smiling coyly had him basically drooling. Suddenly you could see something flash in her eyes and she decided to cut his ‘entertainment’ short. She got up, pulled a piece of paper from her clutch, placed it on his book and left. Before he could process all of that, she was gone and all that was left of her was the echoing sound of her stilettos. He was disappointed, surely, but it again turned to excitement the moment he read what was scribbled on the paper: her phone number and what seemed to be a number to her hotel room.

That evening a lady walked out from the elevator into the hotel lobby. She looked like a modern day Greek goddess. Heads were turning left and right as she passed every individual present there. You could hear the murmurs and gossips follow her. “She’s out to get a new guy again? Hadn’t she come with one already?” someone whispered a bit too loud. The lady, however, paid no heed to any of them and walked away leaving a trail of echoes of the same stilettos.

Somewhere in a deserted road, a guy in his early forties was barely walking, cursing himself for underestimating the distance to the city. He tried reminding himself he could do it but honestly there was no reason for him to torture himself like that. He sighed and pulled out his phone. The bright white light harshly contrasted with the dark reddish color of the night and it made him wince. As he gathered his composure he realized how unnaturally hued the moonlight was. It then took him a couple of minutes to order himself a taxicab. As he pressed the submit button, he lost signal. “Son of a bitch!” he exclaimed as he kicked a stone from the road. He could only hope that his order had gone through. He could hear the faint but consistent barking of dogs. He had had enough of waiting around. As he started walking again, a red car pulled up beside him. The window pulled down to reveal a beautiful driver. “Taxi?” was all the word he could muster up. She just smiled and nodded. For a well built guy of 6 feet and charming personality, that was all that was needed to knock his socks off. He fumbled and got inside the backseat and smiled sheepishly at her exposing his buck tooth.

The lady in the driving seat looked at the man sitting at the back. She said to herself, “he looks radiant even in the darkness.” She tried to grab his attention by looking at his face in the mirror. “Did you say something? “, he asked her looking at the mirror. “Oh my gosh! Those mesmerizing pair of beautiful blue eyes” she thought. He smiled as if he heard her.  The starry night looked magical. He looked relieved when she pulled the car in front of his villa in Downtown. Just as he was taking out his wallet, his phone screen lit up and he noticed as messages flooded in. ‘Ah! The signal is back!’ he thought as he expertly handled the phone and money. He had just handed her the money when he read one of the texts, “Order no. 1975, your request has been received and a taxicab has been sent to your location.” And it read 2 minutes ago. He frowned slightly as he got out of the car. Before he left, something seemed to dawn upon him and he turned back to look at the mysterious imposter. She had been holding up a card. He took her visiting card in golden color with her name and contact number in red. That was the time when he looked into her eyes and smiled.

Weeks later a silhouette of a lady was seen in the window pane of the twentieth floor of a luxury hotel in Orchard Road. Inside the hotel room, an old lady was brooding at herself in the mirror. She appeared sad and lost in thoughts. She was wearing a cream color satin gown with beautiful lace. A huge radiant, diamond ring on the ring finger of her left hand was the only piece of jewelry she wore. She looked at the ring lovingly as it reminded her of the person who had held her hand and put to her the ring. “Time flies by but it all seems like yesterday,” said the lady. She stood up from the comfy chair and slowly walked towards the attached bathroom. She filled the bathtub with lukewarm water. She also added some aromatic oils and rose petals and some exquisite medicinal herbs there. Again she took a closer look at herself in a beautifully carved hand held mirror.

She didn’t like what she saw on the mirror. She found many wrinkles on her face. She had droopy eyelids, receding eyebrows, and her lips were thinning out too. She ran her fragile fingers through her dry, lusterless, ash gray hair. But the sight of her few remaining teeth made her petrified. She put the mirror aside feeling awful. There were no muscles in her limbs; just sagging skin attached to the bones.

She realized she was in quick need of fresh blood. She couldn’t die so early, because all the womenfolk of her clan from Les Garronet, were the descendant of Mother Yevonne’, a mysterious lady who lived in a small village of France, many centuries back. All her siblings lived several hundred years before they finally passed away and she was only 112 years old. She thought to herself that she was too young to die. She has yet to meet the love of her life…The vision of his face made her blush and she slowly removed the gown and stood in front of the tub exposing her almost skeletal body.

She then poured some magic potion into the bath tub and chanted something while stirring it. The water in the tub began to make some bubbles and changed into pink color. The room was filled with enchanting fragrance. Then she lifted her one leg and put it down into the tub and carefully lifted her other leg and got slowly immersed into the bathtub. She realized that she had not taken good care of herself lately. But who was to blame? All men were taken. Alas! Only few were roaming around especially those, who treated women like a sex object. Those types of people were the ones whose blood she would drink to save herself from dying and later vanish their useless bodies with her magic spell.

Suddenly, she became transformed into a beautiful young woman. She had full lips and pearly white teeth. She had blond hair, beautiful, bright eyes and a cute nose.  Her breasts had swollen and turned voluptuous and firm.  Her waist was curvaceous. Her limbs were rounded, toned and muscular in all the right places.

Meanwhile, in front of the same hotel, a black limousine pulled up and an old man came out of it. A valet hurriedly came nearby and stretched his hands to collect the key to park his car. The old man was wearing a black suit, and was carrying a beautiful bouquet. His hands looked fragile and his gait was slow.

He took the elevator to go to his desired floor. As he walked towards the well decorated corridors of the luxury hotel, the cameras on the walls caught something unusual. The old man’s stride had become fast. He ran his hands on his chests, and it turned muscular and robust. By and by he turned into a sexy and handsome young man..

As he reached in front of the room, he knocked at the door. A beautiful, gorgeous lady in pink top and white jeans opened the door. He smiled and stretched out the bouquet of purple orchids and pink lilies to her. “Bonjour Sofiya,”said he. She replied, “Bonjour Monsieur,”. (Elles s’embrassent)

They kissed each other on their cheeks.

“Oh! Phil, tu es la bienvenue.”

Phil asked her, “Comment vas-tu,alors, Sofiya?

Sofiya replied,”Je vais bien”.

She walked near her bed to transfer those flowers into the bedside vase.

He walked near her. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned around and asked what he would like to have for dinner, so that she’d place an order for it.

He replied, “You, my honey, my sweetheart” and removed his glasses.  Her ears became red when she heard that. She was longing to hear him speak something like that in front of her eyes.  She lowered her eyelids and smiled. She asked him, “Que mangez- vous? (What would you like to have?)

He replied, “Je prends  tout ce que tu me donned. ” ( I’ll take whatever you offer.)

She  brought a tall  glass of  his favorite fruit juice and offered to him. He touched her hand while holding the glass. He took a sip and keep it aside and lifted her up in a clean swipe and brought her face closer to his.  He asked her, “How much did you miss me?” She replied, “ As much as you did”. Just as their eyes met, all the past memories flooded in front of them.

Once she had killed a dove accidentally, its partner had cursed her. Circumstances pulled them apart from each other.  They both became miserable and cried their heart out every day longing for each other. The dove saw that and forgave her for her sin.

Recently during the blood moon night, when all the stars and other heavenly bodies were in perfect alignment, their curse was broken and existed no more.

She coyly looked at his eyes, those twinkling beautiful blue eyes, and realized that nothing much had changed. Of course she had seen them when she decided to meet him on that blood moon night as a cab driver.

They looked at each other deep in the eyes. She ran her fingers through his curly brown hair. He smiled at her. She smiled back at him. He carried her to the bed and carefully put her down. His hungry lips reached for hers and pressed it gently. Her heartbeat pumped fast. The smell of Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium filled her nostrils. She put her arms around his neck. He began to suck her upper lips with deep passion. She felt overwhelmed with pleasure and started to suck his lower lips. While they were kissing each other passionately, tears of happiness ran down from their cheeks. He bit her lips and ran his fingers through her hair. He began to nibble along her neck. Soon he reached for her tops and unbuttoned it exposing her pink lacy bra. She hid her face in his broad chest.  He kissed her in her forehead and then she wrapped her arms around him and they both looked at each other with immense love.

All of a sudden, they both heard a loud thunder. She got frightened but he held her more closely to him and stroked her back. Soon there was downpour of rain and they both chuckled.

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