Betrayed

by Kritika Sharma

  I moved down to her stomach and waist. Then I conquered her next part. I grazed her thighs and she screamed with pleasure. And soon I was kissing her vagina. The smell of her hormones took me to another level, and as I licked and kissed her down there, she yelled and moaned for more. There were times when she begged me to stop but forced my head closer to her body. It was beyond reckoning.

  I wanted to put my dick in her mouth, but I feared I would come in her. So, I pushed myself on her and forced myself up and down. She laced her legs around my waist and opened wider for me to get deep.

  Boys, it was worth every second of waiting. When I finally fell on her, she was laced with my sweat, spit, and semen. Yes, I have made her a woman and now I can cherish her every night.

  Once I am done with her, I will dump her, and make her available for the next booking.

  NEXT IN LINE FOR HER – RAHUL!

  Part II

  I fancied a boy, but two fancied me; they called me a Seductress - so be it!

  A Blast from the Past

  Present Day in the Bar

  “Whoa, he did not!” Ravi exclaimed as he sat back and took a long sip of his whiskey. “He really did that? Write all that shit?” He put his glass with a bang on the table and held his head in his hand. Ishana found his reaction amusing.

  “No-no, I think you remember all this wrong, I am sure he didn’t do it. Nobody can be such a sick bastard!” He was shaking his head frantically. The way her story took a drastic turn, from almost sex to full-on betrayal, he was still in shock. Ishana laughed and pulled out her phone and started looking for something.

  Ravi was still trying to recuperate from her story when she handed him her phone. “Here!”

  He gawked, wide-eyed, at the contents and his mouth fell open as he scrolled down. “You have saved it?” He was dumbfounded. What kind of person would save such shit!

  “Yes,” she replied simply as she took her phone back. Her phone was her Holy Grail; it held a lot of secrets. Some she never shared with anyone, yet.

  “But WHY?” he almost screamed. Ishana realized Ravi was slightly tipsy and way too emotional. She quickly ordered food with a lot of cheese in it. Her secret of staying sober after having endless drinks and cigarettes was cheese and water. Take a lot of water, eat some cheese, and you are back to normal.

  “Because,” she spoke with a sigh, “I have to keep them as a reminder of my biggest failure in life. If I am ever again falling for someone’s trap now, I read these and remember what kind of sick bastards men really are.” She smiled, and Ravi regarded her with amazement.

  “So you have never found anyone who truly loves you?” He was sorry for her. Tears started to well up in his eyes when their food arrived.

  “I have found love, Ravi,” she caressed his hand lovingly. How much he reminded her of Rakshit. “Please eat, this will make you feel better.” She pushed a plate in front of him and picked up a fork to dig into her plate.

  Two bites of her cheesy pasta and she was fine. She too was feeling a slight tipsy; a mixture of variety of alcohol did make her feel that way. She waited for Ravi to sober up, and after fifteen minutes he was.

  “I suggest you delete that document from your phone; it is awful and way too negative! Doesn’t reading it feels like a blast from the past?” he questioned as he resumed the conversation.

  “It is not on my phone, I have saved it on a virtual drive. I don’t even remember when last I saw those devastating words. I was curious how they would impact me again, but to be honest, now they don’t even bother me! I am way too over all this shit!” She finished, turning her phone off. Ravi just looked vacantly at her. His thoughts were – if she suffered so brutally at sixteen, wonder what happened to her next. Wonder what happened to her that made her such a beautiful yet terrifying personality?

  A New Low!

  School Life – Year 2001

  That day was the worst day of my life – all thanks to Dev and his wretched slut chronicles folder. That morning I was madly in love with Dev. And I was feeling incomplete and hollow with his departure. I had cried during the day because I missed him terribly but by the end of it, I was crying because I hated him. I hated him like no other. Dev will pay for this… I will make sure. He wanted a slut, and now he will see what a SLUT can DO – I pledged.

  Sarv waited for my mother and Rakshit to come back. He didn’t want to leave me alone. He didn’t know that having my mother in the house was far worse than staying alone.

  Later that night, as I cried in my bed, I felt miserable, hopeless, and violated. I had a mother who, only God knows why, hated me. I had a father who barely ever talked to me –all he ever did was provide money for my sustenance. And I had a boyfriend, who should have protected me from the world, but had exposed me naked to it. My only solace was my brother, but for how long? Soon he too would go off to college, find friends, love, and forget me. What was there for me, why should I stay alive? That night I hit rock bottom, and I was done! I looked around my house to find something to kill myself. I was sure my mother would have kept something to kill me someday. I started looking around and finally found it – poison!

  I took it to my room and started writing the worst suicide note when the doorbell rang. I didn’t even bother to know who had come over at this ungodly hour. Anyway, everything would be ending in the next few minutes, why should I bother! The door of my bedroom opened and closed; maybe my mother peeped in. She often did that to ensure I was studying and not sleeping or resting. Of course, she didn’t care that her daughter was not writing some study notes; instead, she was writing a suicide note.

  I am sorry. I wrote the final words and closed my eyes before my farewell.

  Thud! Thud! Thud! Shocked, I fell over my chair. I thought I was alone, and a sudden beating with a pillow caught me off guard.

  “What the hell is this?”

  I heard the most beautiful sound of my life. It was Shiva’s, and she was furious beyond comprehension.

  I looked at her with shock; she was in her nightdress. She was holding my suicide note and the poison in her hands. And she was breathing like a winded rhinoceros. “How could you?” she started, angrily shaking the contents in her hands, but couldn’t find words to finish her sentence. I have never been so grateful to see her before. I got up and hugged her with all my might and started crying. She threw my note and the poison on the bed and hugged me back.

  After crying my eyes out, I composed myself a bit. “What are you doing here?” my voice was hoarse due to crying.

  “Saving your life, I suppose.” She rolled her eyes and pointed at the bottle of poison. I hung my head, shamefully.

  “How could you? Didn’t you consider what would happen to Rakshit, your parents, Sarv, me?” she emphasized the last word.

  “But you hate me!” I whispered, wiping my running nose.

  “You are crazier than I had thought. I don’t hate you; you are my best friend! I love you. I hate that son of a bitch, that pimp who…” and she got a little carried away. She abused Dev to the farthest extent. She used every single word that has ever been used to curse someone, and she did that in every language she knew – she knew five! Once she was done, she exhaled heavily.

  “Feeling better?” I was finally smiling. She nodded, relieved. Seeing me smile put an arc on her lips too. She was my best friend; how come I had ignored her warnings?

  “What are you doing here?” my question made her frown again.

  “Well, Sarv called me and told me everything. I guessed you must be upset so I caused a ruckus at home and forced my parents to let me come here this late. I am going to sleep over today,” she informed, jumping on my bed. I felt indebted. Thanks to both my friends, I was alive!

  “First, promise me one thing, you will not attempt suicide. You don’t deserve death. If someone deserves it, then it is that bastard!” she hissed, angrily. I promised her immediately. I had no intentions of dying anymore, because with her by my side, I could deal with anythi
ng.

  “So, now tell me what really happened, Sarv just told me in fragments.” She demanded and I considered her. I had no strength to repeat everything, but she deserved it. So with a very heavy heart, I started from the day when I had lost my dupatta, and I told her everything. I only skipped the part where Dev and I almost had sex.

  “We just kissed; well, he forcefully kissed me, and then he advertised it to the world like we had sex,” I lied convincingly and hung my head. She was shocked. I then showed her the folder and she read it!

  “It looks like someone has narrated a dirty porn movie.” She screwed her face up at the last page and threw the folder aside. I just kept quiet. Was that how all the boys were thinking about me? Dirty porn star?

  It was a mark of our friendship that Shiva didn’t say ‘I told you so’, instead, she consoled me.

  “So, what is the plan? We should take revenge for this,” she muttered angrily, forcing me out of my sad reverie.

  “I have not yet decided what I want to do,” I informed solemnly. Earlier that day I had taken a pledge of taking revenge, but ‘if, what, how, when’ of that revenge were still to be considered.

  “Please tell me you are breaking up with him!” She was shocked. The word ‘break-up’ bore a hole in my heart. Suddenly I was melting like a burnt candle, tears filled my eyes again, and I didn’t know what I was feeling. I was just lost.

  “Fine, then promise me one thing,” she spoke, wiping my moist cheeks. “You will stay away from him until final exams. I am sure you ruined your pre-board exams. Don’t let that bastard screw over your whole life and career,” she whispered, and I nodded. At least this was one thing I could do. Revenge or not, forgive or not, I would deal with this in two months.

  Present Day in the Bar

  “I am so glad that Shiva came that day,” Ravi exclaimed.

  “Yeah, me too!” Ishana smiled. She was glad to be alive, but why was Ravi so happy?

  “What is it to you?” she demanded with raised eyebrows.

  “Well, I am a big fan,” he replied, smitten, and paused the recording. His phone’s battery was running low now, and he didn’t want to record his own confessions. He knew how he felt!

  “What?” It made Ishana laugh.

  “No seriously, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” he added, quickly. It was not lies or flattery, it was absolutely true. Ever since he had seen her first, he had felt eternally drawn towards her. There was an unsaid bond that he had been relishing. Since first sight, he had been reveling in her beauty. And today, he felt he had fallen in love with her; with bare-minimum make-up, she looked like a Goddess.

  “I am not looking for a relationship,” she spoke, cautiously. Last thing she wanted was another stalker or a mad admirer. She started to get up, but Ravi stopped her.

  “No-No, please don’t get me wrong. I admire your beauty, but I am already committed,” and he quickly showed her some photos of his fiancée. “She is Namrita, and I love her,” he spoke with a smile. The way Ravi looked at Namrita’s photos reminded her of someone. He too looked at her the same way! She decided to stay.

  “So, I am not the most beautiful girl you have ever seen?” she teased him.

  “You are… I have admired you since forever. But you see we all love the moon and the stars. We admire them, and we cherish them. We even pray to them. But we never bring them home – because they are too big and precious. To me, you are like those moon and stars. I love you from a distance, and I am happy with it.”

  Ishana felt a mixture of gratitude and awe. The way he spoke of her, she felt as if he treated her like a Goddess. Which was true from Ravi’s perspective.

  “Namrita knows about you and how I feel,” he added, quickly. She had the most quizzical looks on her face, and he was worried how she might take him!

  “She knows you are here and she is okay?” Ishana was surprised.

  “She knows how much I love her. And she also knows that you are the one person, that if I got close to, I would die of excitement.”

  Ishana laughed, flattered. Really?

  “That’s why you want to know my story?” she was serious now, he nodded.

  “I am your biggest fan, Ma’am, and I promise you I will not use your words in any unethical way.” He assured her again.

  “Call me Ishana,” she smiled.

  Ravi felt relieved.

  “So, shall we continue?” she demanded, and he restarted the recording.

  A Note of Shock!

  School Life – Year 2001

  All the while Dev was indulging in debauchery in Goa, I was studying at home in peace –well, as peacefully my mother would let me! Every day, I looked at his curtained window and thanked the Gods for keeping him away. But January 25th 2001 came with a nasty, gut-wrenching shock. He was back, and the moment I looked up, he smiled and waved. My heart stopped, literally, for a moment. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be back for the exams alone. I was staring, confused, when a small voice in my head spoke – he lied, remember. He was not banished to Chennai; he was celebrating his conquest over you in Goa!

  Furious about this realization, I closed the window. I got dressed for coaching and stepped out. I looked up at his window again; he was still there. He was extremely tanned – all thanks to his Goa adventures. I found a note sitting on my cycle with words in his familiar, dirty handwriting,

  I am back, can’t wait to see you tonight.

  Love D.

  Earlier his notes sent butterflies in my stomach, a message from him sent sparks of excitement to my heart, but now, his note rose fury inside me. I wanted to tear it apart, I wanted to rush to his house and murder his entire family, but I controlled myself. I fisted the paper inside my hand and screamed to my mother, “Mumma, I am going.”

  “Where do you think you are going at this time?” she demanded in a rather accusatory tone. My eyes were filling with tears and I didn’t want her to see them.

  “To coaching,” I spoke in a heavy tone.

  “Everything all right?” Her question made me turn around. Did she sense the pain in my voice? Tears were burning my eyes now and for the first time, I felt like maybe she would understand, but she cleared up my doubts in the next second, “Why are you going early today?”

  “I told you, I have a test today.” My words worked like magic on her. The word ‘test’ made her screw up her face, and anger flashed in her eyes. “I hope you have been studying and not doing the same rubbish you did during pre-board exams. God have mercy on me for bearing a child like you, such pathetic marks.” She shook her head in disgust and closed the door in my face.

  The combination of Dev’s note, my mother’s prickly words, and reappearance of Dev himself was deadly. By the time I reached coaching, I was in full tears.

  “What happened?” Shiva and Sarv, who were waiting for me outside asked, appalled. Before they could say anything further, I handed them his letter.

  “That pervert bastard, let him come face to face with me, I will pull those teeth with my bare hands,” Shiva yelled as she read it.

  “Yeah!” Sarv agreed with her.

  “Promise me that you both will not let him know that I know everything,” I begged.

  “What? Why?” Sarv screeched with disappointment. He was planning to mock Dev more.

  If my words came as a shock for Sarv, they irked Shiva. “You remember what he did, right? He advertised your love and feelings to the world. Put you in line for sex.”

  “And his father called you a ‘whore,’ and he wanted to sleep with you despite you being younger than his son!” Sarv added to her statement with a venomous spit. Shiva nodded in agreement and gave me a furious glare.

  “I remember everything, but I have not yet decided,” I started, but stopped abruptly. I was too ashamed to say if I want to break up or not!

  All through coaching that day Shiva reminded me of the promise I made her a few weeks ago; that is, I would not do anything until our board exams
were done. She was right; I had screwed up my pre-board exams. First time in my life I had failed in four subjects, and I had scored lowest in Computer Science. Everybody – my teachers, my classmates, my friends and my parents – everybody was shocked.

  Everybody blamed my nerves; they believed I got too strained due to all the pressure. Only Shiva and Sarv – and all those who owned the folder of The Slut Chronicles – knew the truth. I didn’t break anybody’s myth.

  It took me some time to recover from Dev’s betrayal, but thanks to my friends I was able to survive this treachery. As they say, a friendship that undergoes a storm comes out even stronger than before. And though our friendship shook a bit due to Dev, it was never lost. I apologized and practically begged for their forgiveness, and they had accepted me with open arms. They helped me emotionally and mentally, and I helped them with their studies.

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  Present Day in the Bar

  “Really? You were still deciding on breakup?” Ravi couldn’t believe his ears. They moved places so that he could put his phone on charge.

  Ishana just shrugged.

  “Despite everything?” He was staring at her open-mouthed. “Sorry to say but you were way too desperate back then!” He sank in his chair disappointed.