"Aaratrika could you stop moving around, I am trying to lace you up!" Tabata the new chamber mate was annoyed with Aaratrika. She has been working for Aaratrika for three whole months and the girl had gotten used to Aaratrika's mood swings. But today, Aaratrika was exceptionally figitive and was driving her mad.
" I am warning you..." before she could say another word, Aaratrika grabbed the lace and swang it around herself. Tabata made a small spin and turned to face Aaratrika who now was staring at her.
"Please just go. I can do this myself" she said in a low voice looking straight at Tabata.
"But I need to get you dressed for the dinner tonight" she exclaimed. As calm as a water alligator, Aaratrika moved towards Tabata.
"Just leave." With that Tabata turned and left the room without a single word. Aaratrika was all alone in the room as she watched Tabata leave quietly. She knew she should not have treated Tabata that way but she could not help it. She needed to be alone. She was going mad and she did not want to reveal anything to anyone at this moment of her life. She was becoming the barber of the King with Elephant ears.
She knew the story by heart. The barber who could not keep his mouth shut about the King who had elephant ears and shared it with the trees. When the trees got cut down, they spread the newhs. But this was something she did not wish to share with anyone.
"I am an idiot! I should have never met that stupid Mugal. Now I have no idea why I am thinking of him. I mean he meant nothing to me and yet somewhat he means alot. Damn that scoundrel!"
No matter how she consoled and justify what she was feeling, she knew that she cannot admit to the truth that she was feeling something for Mugal. The image of him sends a stroke straight to her heart. Sad but true. But how could she forget the amazing three nights with him? The way he touched her and kissed her. The sweet murmurings in her ears and the sweet passionate kiss that they exchanged. She was on cloud nine.
The name Mugal did strike a cord on her when she heard it for the first time. She thought hard and it finally came to her that he was her chikldhood friend who often visited her when his parents came to visit her. He remembered her as the boy who seemed dark and often alone. She did talk to him but that was merely hi and byes. She assumed that he would be the same guy he had been when she saw him 15 years ago. But to her surprise he had put on weight and was far better looking than he was 15 years ago.
Mugal could not take his eyes of her. She had grown into a beautiful woman having the right curves in the right places. It only took them one look into each other's eyes to realise that they wanted each other. Aaratrika could never forget the first kiss he had from him. It was irresistable and she craved for more. For nights she would sneak to see him and he would make her feel intoxicated. Amidst the secret meets, Aaratrica found that their parents have agreed not to go ahead with the wedding for various political reasons. Mugal was asked to leave for an offical matter and what seemed like an external affectionate saga was now feeling really like a three day affair, the three days that Mugal came over to see Aaratrika. Taylor had refused to go along and volunteered to go off on official matters.
"What is wrong with me? It was only three days of passionate kisses and even we both agreed that it was a one time affair, but why does my heart ache when I think of him?"
"It is because he said, he loved you" a voice in her head went off.
"I know but that is nothing new. Most gentlemen do that after they see me and get to know me" she rebutted.
"Yes, but this one is another forbidden fruit. Have you forgotten your stranger friend. You like fruits you can't have" it reminded her.
"No, that is not true! I don't love Him and NEVER DID I. But WHY DOES IT HURT?" she screamed. But no reply.
The room was still and Aaratrika suddenly she realised that she was going mad. She needed to get her act together. Slowly she laced herself up and prepared mentally to meeet the highlanders of another village for dinner.
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