Mistress Of The Night

I blush looking at the mirror. My first thought was to remove the heavy ornaments that adorned the half of me. But I decide to wait for him to remove it instead. I blush again. I have thought about this moment like for ever. And I would do everything I could to make sure it goes perfect. I had the fresh glow and the coyness came naturally to me. I look into the mirror again and smile. The red lipstick skillfully coated on my lips would be smudged soon. As so will the vermilion on my forehead. It would be like a scene out of a daily soap, I think. The thought turns me on. I feel a thrill inside my gut and my breathing gets heavy. I laugh out loud at the anxiety I'm going through. I need to wait for him to arrive, so I save all my feelings for him. After all I had saved myself for him all these years. Just a few minutes to go and I will be completely his. In body. He had earned my soul the minute I had set my eyes on him. I walk towards the door and hear hushed noises. I know a crowd has gathered outside our room to chide us. Maybe to make some money in the bargain too. I wondered how much he would pay to come to me. Senseless ritual it was, but I suddenly wanted to know. I sit on our marital bed and am quickly transported to the fragrance around. Delicate rose petals were scattered all around the white mattress and I longed for him even more. The noise outside increased and I realized that the crowd was growing. Waiting for him to arrive. Just like me.

He remained scooped in her arms, naked. His legs dangling out of the tiny bed as he played with her hair. He swirled his fingers around her ringlet curls and watched her smile in joy. His heart blushed every time she smiled. She took him to a world beyond pleasure. A world from which he did not want to return. She teased him and surrendered to him, making him feel like a powerful victim. She owned every bit of him and he was more than glad about it. He opened his eyes with her thought and went to bed with her every night. She was the purpose of his life and she was the achievement. She had painted dreams with him and he had provided more canvas. He added in a few of his shades too. She was content being with him and he was proud of having her in his life. He wanted to show her off to the world, but she wanted to remain a secret. She was content in being the mistress of the night. She had not asked him for anything else. He had offered her a ring, but she had refused to take it. His family had finally managed to get him married elsewhere. She knew about it but it didn't matter to her. He proved that he belonged to her, in every way possible. He had stepped into her life one fine night, with a wad of cash on him. From the next night, he was a regular. 

Their relationship survived on one rule. They were soul mates in the dark. In light, they belonged to some one else.

~ Soumya