THE CURSE FOR LIFE(pradnya) THE CURSE FOR LIFE


Ron opened the hotel's room vigorously, panting, yet kissing (almost biting her lips) the girl. He threw the keys and banned the door close. He almost unbuttoned her shirt, yet panting, maybe he was losing his patience.

He grabbed the girl close and did a futile attempt to unbutton her jeans.
“Why... You gals…wear...Such… tight…jeans” he mused.

That gal pushed him on the bed, unbuttoned her jeans and said “to make men wilder” and she giggled. They cuddled on the bed for hours, giving each other ecstasy, joy, fun and happiness of being one.

They were there, in hotel room 203, on the bed, nude, and suddenly something roared and the room’s door opened.

Mary came inside, awestruck, the volcano erupting inside her and Ron can feel it. Ron wrapped himself in a sheet, gazing at Mary in disgust.

“What are you doing here Ron?” Mary yelled.

“I can explain!” Ron said trying to convince her, yet making a futile attempt of wrapping himself and trying to look better.

“Who’s she RON? What’s going on? Huh?” Mary yelled again, ignoring his convincing glance.

“I can explain everything Mary, just listen to me” Ron said, yet trying his best to give an i-am-innocent-and-the-girl-raped-me look.

“You always do these things with me, always! I am done with you Ron. I am done. I can’t handle being ignored every time. I had lost my self-respect Ron! I lost it! You know why?” She yelled again and took a pause, fighting back for her tears, showing herself bold as much as possible. Her nose had became pinkish red, her tears sparkling like stars, yet cursing herself for loving her unfaithful boyfriend, for every second, every minute.

“Because of you! I am helpless Ron. Helpless.” She exclaimed and burst into tears, her tears were rolling down on her cheeks, sparkling in the room’s deeming light, resembling the pearls.

“Mary, baby? Don’t you love me? Don’t you believe your Ronny?” he said, trying to manage the situation, holding Mary’s hand, although he was caught many times before, for calling and flirting via text’s and email’s with any new girl every day, but this time he was in the hotel room, and caught with his nudity. This time maybe only god could help him.

But the situation became worse.

“Don’t dare to touch me!” she yelled and pushed Ron away, and said “I am not a toy Ron, with whom you can play your games and then throw away.” And she tried to walk away.

“Sweetheart, don’t go. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Ron said, pretending the i-am-sorry emotions, as if there’s nothing happened.

She paused for a while, wiped her tears, “I am glad Ron, at least I am not one of your using materials now. We are over. And I am warning you, one day you will be regretting this, one day you will remember my words. I can only pray for you now. Got it!”

And he opened his eyes. Yes, it was dream; Ron was dreaming the same dream, which he had been dreaming from the last few months. Mary’s eyes were looking more beautiful this time. Her gestures felt more soothing to him this time.

He had been always asking himself the same question as he saw the same dream:
‘Why? Why was I so selfish?’

Yes, he had been feeling regret, regret of losing Mary, regret on sleeping with some other woman, regret on being so self-obsessed. After all, the feeling of regret kills you, even murders you, more than any other feelings, more than love too.

“Sir, time for medicines.” Nurse came along and mused as she took some pills.

“How many days left?” Ron asked with two tears sparkled in his eyes.

“Sorry?” nurse said as she was confused, and she frowned.

“I asked how many days are left for me, as being a patient. Or I must ask you, how many days are left for my funeral?” he mused, his voice was chocking.

“Sir, you must rest. If you take your pills regularly you will be fine soon.” Nurse said, patronizing, and smiled.

“Don’t you understand? Huh? I am dying here. Dying! How dare you to tell me that I’ll be fine. Is that any part of your profession or something? Look at me. Come on, do you think that I’ll be fine again. I am an AIDS patient, damn it, remember? How could I be fine?” Ron yelled and burst into tears.

Yes, after Mary left, the girl whom he slept that night, that prostitute, she was suffering from AIDS. Ron, was crushed, his life was ruined (by himself, actually), when he came to know. He lost Mary, he lost his life, he lost everything, and the only thing left was memories, memories of Mary, memories of how he always ditched her and the most absurd thing left was, his loneliness, forever and ever, counting the remaining days.

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