Vivek was still pacing up and down, albeit slowly, now that Antara and Yusuf had been inside for over twenty minutes. His mind settled and he recollected the strangers name - Yusuf. Images of the days just after their marriage flashed by.
Antara and Vivek were in love and had decided to marry after finishing college. Antara was certain about her father's refusal. The fateful day arrived earlier than expected when her father's men arrived to pick her up during the exams. Her glowing face and her hands, feet adorned with Mehndi confirmed the rumors. They arrived on the day of her last exam, but she tricked them into believing it was the next day. Finding an opportune time, they eloped the same night after a cursory wedding ceremony in a nearby temple.
It reminded him of the first time he kissed her. Her luscious pink lips were so soft and her kiss so wet. It was the first time she parted her lips and let his tongue dance in tune with hers. It was the first time she allowed his hands on her breasts; his mere contact made her convulse uncontrollably. But fate had something else in store for them. They weren't to consummate their marriage that night. The fear of getting caught by goons was far greater. She feared for his life; becoming a widow on the day they got married was certainly not her plan.
They were heading for Delhi. The plan was to begin their new lives far away from her native place. Vivek was driving and Antara kept him awake by blabbering about insignificant things. It didn't take long for the urge to return. He pulled over in secluded spot. She allowed him more liberty but the fear of getting caught in compromising position persisted. Vivek was encouraged to find her receptive but she was hesitant about pursuing anything beyond heavy petting. It only lasted about ten minutes but it felt like an eternity for Vivek. Having obliged Vivek, she dozed off to sleep.
Vivek drove that whole night on the deserted highway. Sunrise drew closer illuminating the sign posts on the highway. An empty mind makes do with anything that would keep it occupied. The images of last night flashed by; he chuckled at the stupidity of her fathers goons. He admired his prized possession sleeping next to him on the passenger side. During the whole night, he drove, he encountered only couple of vehicles on his way. Finally, he noticed a wrecked car on the deserted road.
Slowing down only a little; he inspected the car for any occupants. Not finding anyone; he drove away. Only a little distance ahead he met a person walking along the road carrying couple of bags. Realizing that he could be the occupant of the wrecked car, he instinctively pulled over to offer help. Little did he realize that the man was on the passenger side and Antara was fast asleep with her dress in a disarray. Vivek, rolled down the window, not making a scene, and quickly asked, "Was that your car back there?"
"Yes, Yes," he breathlessly responded. He stood there catching his breath, supporting himself with his hand on the window. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful lady, blissfully asleep, while Vivek grabbed a water bottle for him. Her fair skin shone against the slanting rays of sun; her pink lips, slightly parted, showed the sign of slight abuse. Her bosom - substantial for a nineteen year old with a frail build - was obscenely exposed, per Indian standards. The outline of her breasts, that were held snugly in her Khameez, was visible. Her cleavage was exposed abundantly. The awkward position in which she slept exposed her flat tummy and the knot that was loosely strung together suggested the harried nature of previous night's affair. She was an epitome of Indian beauty in her prime.
Vivek offered him a ride understanding the strangers plight.
"He is gone sir," said Antara's assistant, bringing Vivek back to the current day. It had been several years, yet he could vividly recollect the first time he met Yusuf.
Inside Antara ruminated over the circumstances in which she first met Yusuf. She was offended by Vivek's behavior - exposing his newly wedded wife to a stranger. Yet she recollected that Vivek's innocuous mistake - her indecent exposure - had excited her. Her virgin vagina inundated as this realization struck her and she noticed Yusuf sitting behind, waking up from her slumber. She was ashamed of herself but her body knew no such emotion.
Preliminary introductions were done. Vivek and Antara found this man to be rather affable and of pleasant disposition despite his attire. He wasn't well educated and managed sundry affairs of affluent people for his living. He wasn't married even at the age of thirty five - apparently he never felt a need for it.
Antara found herself strangely attracted to him and caught herself stealing glances at him through the side view mirror. Yusuf didn't mind the attention and encouraged her by admiring her beauty through this medium. Antara and Yusuf rarely exchanged words but somehow the chemistry was working.
There was nothing particularly appealing about Yusuf apart from his smile and lively demeanor. Was it the hormones? Was it the fact that he was the first man to meet her after her first night of marriage? Sex was on her mind, alright, but why was this stranger figuring in?
Her thesis on mate selection in the final year offered an explanation. They were miles away from civilization. She was in the company of supposedly two virile men. On was the husband, who would spend his life with her. But the other just a passerby. Naturally mind would entertain his thoughts over her husbands. She knew all this was transpiring only because she wasn't satisfied with last nights episode. But then she wondered, how could a newly wedded wife by satisfied by just one episode. The hunger that has been built over several years cannot be quenched that easily, she thought. It was definitely her hormones at work.
It was a long drive. She admired the beauty of the arid scenery as they drove towards their destination. Yusuf and Vivek got well acquainted with each other and discussed politics. Soon, she became comfortable with his presence and participated in the conversation. They pulled over at a small Dhaba to freshen up and eat something. Yusuf intended to travel a little longer with them citing the reason that he was carrying some important documents that he didn't want to lose. All the time Yusuf was eyeing her as they gulped down the food hungrily. She understood his fascination with her but couldn't understand her attraction. His conduct was gentlemanly during the course of their break. However, very soon she got acquainted with his risque behavior. As they were getting back in the car, his hands held her hand as he attempted to open the door for her. It wasn't accidental as his firm grip confirmed it. Moreover, he encroached on her private space as he made way for her, essentially grazing his pelvis over her butt. This quite interestingly happened while she was in an awkward pose trying to grab something from the back seat that she didn't want to leave in the proximity of a stranger setting behind. It last only a few moments but the intention was quite emphatic. Vivek didn't notice it as he was on the other side as Yusuf engaged him in a conversation, point something to him, while he took advantage of her. It annoyed her initially but then later on excited as she mentally replayed that episode in her mind over and over.
This piqued her interest even more and now she stole glances through the side view mirror. Just a little ahead, Vivek pulled over for a bio break. He had this habit of peeing every couple of hours so but this time he had to empty his bowels. As Vivek, descended down, heading towards the nearby bushes, Yusuf, asked, "How long do you think you can fool your father's goons?"
A shiver ran through her spine, as she realized that he was one of her father's goon. She nervously looked at him.
"Your father wanted me to bring you home safely and possibly slaughter the bastard before that!"
Several thoughts went through her mind but the foremost was how to save Vivek's life. As she looked towards Vivek, he said, "Don't worry about him."
The cold breeze, reminded her that she was profusely sweating. Suddenly, the amorous thoughts of hers were supplanted by fear.
"What do you want Yusuf?" she asked, mustering courage.
"That's up to you," he retorted.
"Would you like to go to Delhi or your father's place?"
