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Vikram - Dr. Vikram a cold, calculative and a man of few words holds a lot of pain and trauma has given up on life in...
I walked into the mansion and after a long, tiring surgical process we were able to save my patient. Thank god for that. The mansion was dark and I saw Ira .. I mean Yashna but she looked like my Ira in the warm light of candles lit around the house.
She was wearing a burgundy designer saree, black blouse with knots. She applied kohl on her eyes and lined her eye lids with eye liner. That made her eyes look really intense and pretty. Her cheeks were rosy pink and her lips in the color of strawberries.
(Her saree)
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The women transformed from a girl next door to hot temptress. She walked slowly towards me with the crutches but I just saw Yashna looking gorgeous. She left the crutches and I caught her in my arms. My hands on her exposed waist. Its been so long since I touched a women, her skin soft as satin.
She smiled with her dimples and I looked at her mesmerized. She snaked her arms around my neck and she smelled as a sweet garden. I am I in a dream?
I touched her cheek and she welcomed that, putting her arm on mine. She touched my face, the back of her palm, slowly running over my face. I closed my eyes enjoying the innocent touch. She streched whispering in my ears
Yashna: This is what you wanted right
Her breath falling on my ears, making me lose focus on what she was saying
Me: Hmm
Yashna: This is what you wanted right ?
Me: What do you mean?
She ran her fingers slowly from my face down my neck to my chest
Yashna: You know what I mean. You wanted me like this. So pick me up, put me on the couch and do what you want to do
Me: Yashna ? What are you saying ?
Yashna: Look, I am wearing your wife's saree. I am in your arms. This is what you wanted to do right? Get me to wear this, use me and throw me away. So come, so what you wanna do.
She removed the end of the saree from her shoulder exposing her front
Me: Yashna, what the fuck is wrong with you
My hands tightened around her hips, my nails probably hurting her. I did not leave her and push her away as I wanted to, because she cannot walk
Yashna: Ira, call me Ira. Isnt it what you wanted ? Didnt you want me to enact as your wife so that you can get to relive the moments which you had with your wife again ? So, come on, use me damn it
Me: YASHNA .. you have gone mad
I covered her back, picked her up and put her on the couch. Walking away from her as if suffocating me
Yashna: I am I really mad Vikram tell me. You get me here without consent giving no reasons and then you keep calling me by the name of Ira. And when I finally found out who Ira is, I get to know she is your deceased wife. And you know what the icing of cake is, she looks like me isnt it? This is what you wanted right? To get me? To make me do this so that you could have your way with me, so that it would be like you got your Ira. Guess what sucker, I am Yashna, a different women although we look the same. Tell me I am wrong Vikram. Look into my eyes and tell me I am wrong
I walked away from her and also the vision of her semi bare form a while ago. I turned back to look at her and she was holding her head again, with pain in her eyes. What is wrong with her again?
Me: Yashna, are you okay ?
Yashna: Vikram, its paining again. I hear something ...
Me: Damn it, hold on, you will be okay
I picked her up in my arms and took her to my room. I kept her medicines there. I gave her the medicines and she gulped them taking deep breathes to calm herself. Her carefully painted face with make up changed with all the prespitation on her forehead and big tears
Me: Yashna, are you okay
Yashna: I was right and you know it
Me: You gotta relax
Yashna: Tell me the truth jack ass
I held her cheek in my hands and looked into her eyes
Me: I saw you a while ago. You took my breath away. Just the prospect of having my Ira back has made me a mad, cave man. I saw you crossing in front of my car and followed you leaving my car there.
I kept a watch on you, you were protected so, I never got a chance to talk to you. But I did my work. I felt an obsession build inside of me for you. I lost my Ira and I wanted her back. I know death is the end but I wanted to foolishly hope that it is not the case.
I bought you and once I saw your tears I realized you are a different person. You dont smell like her, you are not a firebrand like her, you are not that women who loved me to the core to give her life for me. That gave me the reality check because until then I thought you were her, or I cheated my mind saying you were her. With your running away stunt I realized you are not her.
That Ira, who used to try her best to get my glimpses, that Ira who used to save all my publications and read them word to word, that Ira who confessed on how she fell for me in first glance, that brave heart who fought with her parents, held my hand and left her home. That Ira who used to find excuses to pour her affections while riling me up to pick a fight and get me to apolozise to her, you were not that.
That madness and brave passion she had for me, no one can match it. You are not her, you are a meek women who was supposed to get married to a guy. A guy who she is supposedly not even comfortable with that she would not call him to rescue her. You are different while my Ira was......
I could see her nostrils flare and before I knew it, she punched me with the pillows around her and pushed me out of my own room. Did I say something wrong ?
