ESTATE AGENT PART ONE

AJAY MEETS SONIA

She kept her silver Gucci bag on Ajay's shabby work table and sat elegantly on the chair. Her perfectly streaked silky hair were disturbing her sight as she carefully observed Ajay's small office. Ajay wondered what made this polished women come to his office. Ajay's office was a typically estate agent one in a clumsy area. A small room with a cupboard and a work table. He had not even fitted Air-conditioner. Instead he choose a second-hand air-cooler which vibrated more than giving coolness. This moment even Eskimos would melt because of her existence. She made the room hot surpassing the trivial coolness of the air cooler. Yes !! Hot with wild enigmatic thoughts. He was unable to fathom the reason behind the arrival of this beautiful woman.

'Well , beautiful is not the adjective which would suit her.' Ajay thought espying her. She was not so beautiful. But it was her deep eyes which were so mysterious.

'Any man would like to jump in the deep ocean of those two pearl peachy eyes.' Ajay thought.

"I guess you didn't like my visit." Her soft husky tone was music to Ajay's ears.

"Mrs. Kapoor. Not worries. I will give you bang for your buck. " Ajay's real estate jargon was quite fanatical.

"Call me Sonia." She said in an eccentric way.

"Aare Soniaji. You are looking for a new home and you are right on target. I am going to show you every piece in this high walled city. No tension." Ajay was very much economical with truth. An old man in his profession. He knew how to lure his prospective customers in his web.

"Not just me. We are looking. I mean myself and my hubby. He is in United States now. So I will be the one with whom you have to coordinate."

"Great let's start your home sweet home search tomorrow. I have an army of ever popular deals for your family." He said in an amusing euphemism.

"Fine . I will be here at around eleven o'clock."

"Why Soniaji? I offer pick ups for my clients."

"No I will come to your office."

"Soniaji It's my job. Why are you...."

"I insist." She said and held Ajay's hand and gripped them tightly. Ajay naìvely nodded in affirmation. With a smile of success, Sonia left his office as Ajay's mind tried to weigh up her attitude. Usually crème da la crème women are not into such ventures. Her touch was quite bold and folly.

Ajay's brain dragged the unusual rendezvous with Sonia at his home. Ajay's home was explicitly home sweet home. A house of candy with a rosy wife and a fruity son.

"Will you have more roti? "

"Ya !!!!!!"

"Ya??? Are you alright?" Ajay's wife was staring at him in surprise. Cabbage sabji was a trigger for their fight. Ajay hated that vegetable and when she made the house went on fire. As of now it was the opposite. He was in deep languor.

"What's the matter? " She asked him serving him two rotis.

"No nothing. Why? " Ajay said.

"Papa it's cabbage sabji." His son giggled. Ajay's wife was trying to map the dichotomy in his behavior. So was Ajay. Existence of Sonia in his office was paradoxical. Usually the elite people don't indulge in such low -grade journey. But Sonia's insistence was pretty unconventional for Ajay.

The next day at sharp eleven Sonia was at his office. Ajay blushed as he entered and she gave him a soft smile with a sensual eye contact , she turned away her glance still holding her smile slightly.

The most sensational journey began as the duo boarded Ajay's cheap jack car. During the en route Ajay felt that Sonia was actually enjoying the ride. She took her mobile and dialed some number.

"Hi honey. We have started. " She said to her husband. Her voice had a rhythm of excitement. Then she engulfed Ajay's arm with her tender hands and pricked her perfectly manicured fingers deep in his skin and said Thank You. Ajay's reflexes were stop dead by her promiscuous touch. This rendezvous was something out of the world. Ajay was sure that Sonia was egging him. Provoking him to do something. The reason behind this indecent behavior was impenetrable.

The time went on and days passed by and Sonia was at her own leisure. Mellowing each day with Ajay. Sonia was more interested in embarking a journey with him than the real house search. Ajay's impressive marketing language which he used on every prospective client failed in front of her.

"Soniaji light and airy triple bedroom flat. Look at the balcony, the first rays of sun will surely glitter it and you can enjoy refreshing coffee with your husband."

"That's fine ."she replied and stared at him. Her eyes radiating the sensuality.

"Soniaji this house is a masterpiece. In an emerging neighborhood Isn't the huge kitchen a delight for eyes. A rare commodity. Shall we fix a deal?? The seller called me ten minutes back."

"Hmm. Not now. " She said and there she wetted her lips softly with her tongue almost provoking Ajay to kiss the sweet pink lips.

She was maneuvering him for a forbidden love. Sometimes with a brush of touch on his rough hands and sometimes deliberately falling in his arms, needless to say, every touch, every journey done intentionally. She invented little sins to stay with him a bit longer. This stirred unexpected sweetness inside the depth of Ajay's heart.

Ajay decided to continue with this pointless bizarre journey of house search.

"She is paying me for this. So what's the harm in doing it." Ajay thought. But his only worry was his little lady at home. She was a tough cookie. Every time he came home after meeting Sonia, Ajay's wife questioned him.

"Some special client today. You look fresh and happy. "

"Any special episode? Your eyes are sparkling like a diamond."

Ajay tactfully ignored her questions as he couldn't understand the reason behind this whole illicit adventure he was venturing.

Then , one day Sonia didn't turn up. Ajay tried calling her but her mobile was switched off. Unable to withstand the suspense, he decided to visit her apartment. Often, he used to drop her at the building gate but surprisingly she never invited him upstairs. It was as if she just wanted him for the day. With dozens of questions rumbling inside his head, Ajay reached her building entrance.

He inquired about her and the watchman replied:

"Sir, Soniaji left the place yesterday night. "

" What????" For a second Ajay thought she had double crossed him. But deep inside his mind he knew it wasn't true. She was never interested in property. Her interest lied in the journey of house search. A journey where she never wanted to reach the destination. Twisting and turning the dialect with carefully conversing with the watchman, Ajay tried to gather information about her.

The watchman let the cat out of the bag about her being a Foxy lady.

"How dare you ?? You are talking about a decent married woman."

"Married. I guess she is not. " The watchman was so sure she was not.

Ajay dropped down in surprise and despair. Surprise because she just vanished with half information lingering in the air. And despair as he would not see her now. The most obscure women of his life. She had trapped his mind by stimulating all his fantasies and creating a pattern of hope and despair.

Shall I let her go as a beautiful withering leaf or

Shall I follow the path of the swaying leaf.

How shall I close this chapter??

Ajay said, in confusing soliloquy.

To be continued......Estate agent Part 2...