Device of Deceit
Getting into his Chevrolet, Prasad drove straight into the 7th Street of Domalaguda. Parking his car near a pan shop, he chain smoked India Kings in all excitement and spotting Tara, as she entered the lane, he was impatient for her to reach her house. As Tara took note of him too, once in, she left the door ajar, in all expectation.
‘Who’s there?’ she said nevertheless at the sound of the door buzzer.
‘Your prodigal soul,’ said Prasad pushing open the door.
‘My body welcome,’ said Tara pulling him inside.
‘I’m glad,’ said Prasad taking her at her waist, ‘that I’ve found you at last.’
‘Why not say, by default,’ she said leaving his hand.
‘Maybe,’ he said, squeezing her waist, ‘but still I’m glad.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Do you need any proof?’
‘As if your absconding was not proof enough,’ she said sarcastically.
‘I was busy in the beginning and lost track in the end,’ he kissed her hand.
‘What are you up to now?’ she said winking at him. ‘You want to come onto my tracks or wish to put me off yours.’
‘Thanks for not embarrassing me there,’ he said, taking her hand.
‘Don’t you known that I don’t compromise my clients?’ she said. ‘Now tell me, what’s cooking up over there?’
‘Oh, nothing of that sort really,’ he embraced her. ‘But why are you so concerned about Roopa?’
‘Love thy neighbor, say the scriptures, don’t they?’ said Tara looking into his eyes. ‘But isn’t she too sexy for your comfort?’
‘Honestly,’ he said, assuming a grave tone, ‘I have no such ideas unless you want to put some into my head.’
‘Hard to believe you,’ she said winking at him. ‘Anyway, I don’t think you stand a chance.’
‘Forget about her,’ he said with a wink. ‘How are things with you?’
‘You should be the better judge,’ she said unveiling her valley.
‘You’re juicier than ever,’ he said digging into her bra.
‘I trust you’re no less spicy now,’ she felt him where it mattered to her.
‘You’re welcome to confirm,’ he said pushing her into her bedroom.
‘You’re more amorous than ever,’ he complimented her aggressiveness.
‘Hasn’t competition become the bottom line,’ she said jokingly, ‘even in our calling?’
‘How I welcome that,’ he said holding her assets, ‘if it were to herald a frenzied time.’
‘Can I hope to see you more often now?’ she said, as he repaired to leave after a while.
‘Am I a moron,’ he said, fondling her breasts, ‘not to be savoring these golden apples.’