Broken

Note: *Am writing after a year and a half, almost. Not too happy with the creativity, personally. Plus, it not proofread. Nevertheless posted it.*

“I am shamelessly hitting on you”, he said. She smiled, and let him caress her long legs under the table. “I have a warped sense of friendship, no?” She asked nonchalantly. “No kidding!” he whispered in her ear, as his hands reached her thigh. “Let’s go to your car, and find a shady lane?” She half questioned, half ordered him.

As Shekhar and Ruhi walked out, he dint hold her hand. She was offended. She thought, ‘He’d rather hold my leg, than my hand.’ But she just smiled instead. Ruhi was tall and lean, and she knew she had great legs. Hence, she was always seen in shorts or skirts. As they walked towards the car, Ruhi felt a weird sense of hesitation. She dint really want to ‘do it’ with him, but she walked on nevertheless.

Shekhar, who was dressed in a formal suit, had just landed in Mumbai after a business trip and had straight come to pick up Ruhi. He liked her company; she was smart, beautiful, caring and they had great sex. But today, was not his day. His head was not working straight; he just wanted to be with her, not ‘do her’. But, as they sat in the car, he kissed her. He liked seeing that simple smile on her face, right after he kissed her, while her eyes were still shut.

Earlier, in the day, they were fighting. Ruhi often went out of her way create problems with Shekhar. She never knew why she did it, but justified herself by blaming it on daddy issues. Shekhar, on the other hand, was quiet used to screwed-up father figures, but patiently pampered her.

Ruhi wanted commitment, she wanted more. She wanted to give their relationship a ‘textbook name’, just because it would be acceptable in her own head. Shekhar, wanted to have a stable career, sleep with all kinds of women, meet his biological father and then probably settle down. All he knew about her was that, he couldn’t let her go. Not yet.

However, personal issues were not why they fought most of the times. Ruhi was in love with him, and just like with her parents, she pretended everything was perfect with Shekhar too. She was amazed at how, he dealt with so many issues together, and be patient with the most trivial thing. The fact that he was slightly disturbed made him irresistible for her. He wanted her to be real, accept the situation and still be with him.

Back in the car, after the kiss, Ruhi sat there - changing music, wondering if she was ready to feel, what she felt the last time they made love. But this was the only thing that made her believe he still wanted her. And Shekhar, just drove, not knowing if he should be putting her through the same thing again, but he had never been able to resist her. At every signal, he would touch her thigh, run his hands down her arm or simply wink at her.

Thankfully, Mumbai traffic came to the rescue. “This is painful Shakes!” She said, looking at the long wait for the signal. “Ok, let’s turn back, I’ll drop you home Ru.” He said, with a tone of relief.

She said nothing. He drove. She held his hand while he changed gears, and on one of the signals, surprised him with a passionate kiss. Below her house, while she was getting out he said, “Look, I’m sorry. I…” She interrupted, “I know, me too.”

At home, she was trying to cry and feel, while he couldn’t stop smoking on the way back. They were both broken. There was no fixing this.

They met next week, only the do the same thing again.