The Empty Relationship

The watery mixture of yellow and orange

Portrayed the winsome mushy cheek of her,

Hidden eyes looking at him with the same expectation

Busted tube light started blinking seeing him after a decade again.

That same whispering from inside could be felt

The fear of getting close was still knocking my desired heart,

Like a magician, he discovered unseen raw emotions

But unduly he forgot to vanish the floozy lady standing beside him.

The convoluted red petals on mine lone bed

Suddenly burnt in my imagination and was none there to resist,

I slowly moved towards the crying sheet

Thirsty she was, cause her mistress can't be united transcending the past.

Is all gonna end? Or I'm thinking so and go on

Is the teen a part of his sperm?

Maybe I am wrong, God knows,

Should I talk to him?

A man was standing behind me continuously coughing. Maybe the bright voice was familiar to me but I didn't want to hurt my solitary heart more creating some new world of us. But, I failed to resist his call.

'Anu?' he whispered. My ears heard this nickname after a long while. None dared to call me with this name again after Arin left the country. Everything was quite perfect; same love, same emotions in his voice except our relationship; the nameless relationship.

'Don't call me with this name again. You have lost the power,' I yelled.

He touched my shoulder and said, 'love always remains.' His touch created a high voltage electric shock that warmed my body. But I managed to maintain the distance because I didn't lose my respect going closer to a traitor.

I told, 'Remove your hands. You are married now. Get lost.'

'But I still love you. And, are you sure about my life?' he started convincing maybe.

I stepped back a little and laughed, 'What the fuck! Your wife will gift you a crimson slap on your bloody face. Why have you come here? To show your dignity? Your foreign wife's curviness? Fucking criminal you are. I am losing my self-esteem.'

'Oho! You have already reached the top of the mountain of misunderstanding. Congratulations! Let's go on with the flow of your imagined story,' he said.

 A ray of smile was visible on his corrupted lips.

I wrinkled a bit and questioned, 'Why? Am not I right? Do you have another story to tell? Is she not your permanent bed sharer?'

He looked at me and answered, 'I would request you to hold your fastest mind and would like to request you not to think a little. Now, you just will hear.'

Arin told, 'This tale is about 10 years ago. When I and...'

Interrupting in-between his lines, I asked, 'You are briefing a fairy tale, right?'

'Life is like a movie. And the tale creates a movie. But this is not quoted from any eminent author's best-selling novel. Please permit 15 minutes to explain what happened with me unknowingly and unintentionally.'

'Okay. Let's hear a traitor's fucking excuse,' I nodded.

Arin started briefing the story, 'Me and Avi used to work together in a classy hospital. And our very common friend was Sulekha, you described as a belle lady. And seriously, she was so much attractive. The beauty of an Indian woman can snatch anyone's solitary heart. And that was done badly with Avi. He fell in love with her. And the next steps were followed gorgeously. Both were well-enough mature to marry and to be parents. I was invited in all the occasions and fortunately got the room next to them on the marriage ceremony. The hungry voice of Sulekha and Avi slowly entered my room and it was nicely audible. The different words, soft yelling made me smile.'

'And you imagined that Sulekha was doing the same thing with you, right?'

'Hey, stop saying shocking thoughts. Whatever, let's complete the chapter,' He avoided my words.

He commenced his story-telling, 'Generally, she got pregnant. Many tensions and restlessness ruined these three lives. At last, they saw the face of a baby and I was the most faithful person to take care of that baby. We used to live together in a flat. On 2005, we planned to go to Byron Bay, both for honeymoon and fun. There, their baby was staying with me because her parents were involved in some adult occasions. All were going good but I think God doesn't have the feature to tolerate someone's happiness.'

'Why? What happened?' I lowered my voice.

'They were playing with an orange ball and having sports with the flow of the sea. Sometimes, they were creating a tender kissing scene. As she was in a white T-shirt the cold seawater shaped everything artistically and made Avi more curious in playing the game. Suddenly, the ball was thrown away so far that it was risky to have it back. Avi was too chesty. Despite repeated bans, he went there. But the sea didn't know that he was a father of someone. A stormy attack of the bluish sea's terrific wave took away Avi along with the unfold mat of fun they had.'

I commented, 'Pathetic.'

'I could forget my responsibility telling those sympathetic so-called caring words. But I didn't. Maybe not for the lady. I was attached with the girl-child so much that it was difficult to surrender. I gave her the authority to call me 'dad' and Sulekha maintained enough distance to avoid any accidents that could happen when a widow was staying with a matured man,' Arin told, disturbed.

I failed to hold my hands and after 10 years of horrible painful separation, I was kind of forced to hug him gently. It was the respect for him that was being carried by my tears.

'Sorry. I misunderstood you. Forgive me,' I folded the hands of mine.

'Umm-hmm. I can't let it go with a single word,' he told.

I astonishingly asked, 'Then? What I'm supposed to do?'

'You have to give the most precious thing of yours,' Arin answered.

'What? Body? One night stand?' rolling my eyes I further asked, 'A long juicy kiss?'

'Oho! I am your lover, not a call boy, dear.'

I rubbed my brow and suggested, 'You tell me.'

'A smile. A smile of understanding. A smile of faith and belief in me.'

'OK.'

I gave him a smile from the roots of my innocence and filled up the emptiness created in the box of our relationship.