Karma is a bitch - 1

DISCLAIMER ( and an informal FOREWORD as well)

 This story and its characters does not have any resemblance to people in real life. It is advised not to proceed with the story if you dont prefer reading vulgar or stories with a primal theme, if you know what I mean! Because its going to get raw and primal soon. The title of the story literally explains the present sitaution we mortals are facing and this story is intended to convey a different message altogether. Hope my first attempt at a proper story clicks well with my readers.

Aravind R Sankar

KARMA IS A BITCH

Taken from google images

The night was illuminated with skyscrapers and lights. The traffic was heavy as horns blared throughout the Anderson and Dickens Avenues The streets were bustling with people, all joyous to celebrate the approaching New Year with their loved ones. Some carried gifts, the others the hands of their beloved. In one such street of Manhattan, a small celebration of sorts was taking place inside Anstruthers, the local pub.....

“CHEERS!”, they shouted.

The thudding of the six beer mugs were drowned in the hoarse drunken toasts of Jeff’s best friends.

“To the man who walks down the aisle in a week”, raved Harry, lifting his glass as high as he could.

“Yeaahhh buddy. To you, Jeff”, Pollock cheered.

“To you, Jeff”, they all followed.

Jeff flushed with happiness and embarrassment. He was the youngest in the group to get married. Leanne was a woman of great charm and breathtaking beauty. Their parents knew each other from childhood days. So, he was, in a way, prepared for such an arrangement. He was lucky he was marrying her.

“Thank you. You know I’ll miss hanging out with you guys here.” said Jeff.

“Naaah, you will have Leanne dude. You will be a family man soon.” Neal argued back. Neal was chosen among them to be the best man at his wedding.

Harry did an impression that looked like a man peaking during his intercourse. He concluded the act by falling off exhausted. Everybody laughed. Jeff also joined in weakly. The barman had a quiet smile on his face. Anstruthers was never this lively before, he thought.

Amidst all the pats and punches between drinks, Jeff noticed a woman, silently sipping what looked like malt in the remote corner of the pub. All the while, she had her eyes on Jeff. Eyes that longed to have him. 

Jeff too felt it. 

This woman is affecting me, he thought. Not that she was pretty, but there was some damaged intensity about her which caused him uneasiness but a new found excitement all the same. His friends drank for some more time, while their eyes were locked onto each other.

They soon left one by one. Harry was too drunk to stand on his own.

“You coming?” asked Neal, Harry’s arm around his shoulder.

“I think I’ll stay back for a bit more. I’ll call ya soon.” replied Jeff.

“Let the young man enjoy his last stint as a bachelor”, drawled Harry. “Leave the poor groom alone Neal. He can handle himself.”

Neal winked at him and left the bar, leaving Jeff all alone. He was too nervous to muster courage and speak to her. The woman must’ve sensed his doubts as she got up got up to join him. She seated herself next to him on the counter.

“You are too young to hang out late at a pub.”, asked Jeff curious.

There was no movement. She did not even acknowledge his question. In fact, it took quite a while for her to reply.

“But I am not too old for your company.”

She turned his head to look at him and removed her hat. Her hair was tucked in a bun. She was attractive, with eyes pale blue that matched her fair white skin.

What do they call it? Déjà Vu? Blurred scenes from his past life flashed through Jeff’s eyes. He felt a strong connection towards her. A connection that now made him feel the twangs of pain of being separated from her. He wanted her, in flesh and blood. The carnal feeling grew gigantically and was about to explode.

“It’s okay. You will be fine.”

Jeff was sharply brought back to earth. Her hand was now on his arm, fingers dainty and painted red.

He had to go away, lest he took her right in the middle of the bar. Why was she irresistible?

Struggling against his own self, Jeff took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

“There, that’s my address. We’ll meet again sometime.” he said.

She took it without a word, her eyes cold and inexpressive now.

Was that a smile on her lips or am I imagining? Jeff wondered. He had to get out of there. His manhood was slowly responding to the unknown charms of the girl.

Jeff grabbed his coat and prepared to leave.

“Oh I.... I forgot your name” he enquired.

“Call me K. Just K.”

He ran all the way to his apartment at Jefferson Ridge, not daring to look back. She knew him before. He had also seen her. But where? He panted and stopped in front of the door. He felt giddy and sick.

Opening the door, Jeff rushed to the sink and started throwing up.

Jeff lay down in his sofa. He sat up all night musing over the strange turn of events. Kay. Queer name. Why couldn’t he face her without thinking about having her? Kay. Maybe it was just a dream. An illusion. Yes. Probably the drinks. He had too much of them, he thought.

His mind grew foggy and tired. Soon he drifted off to sleep, muttering, “Kay.... was just a dream...Kay...”

He was wrong.

To be continued.