Chapter 2
Friends With Whore
Edwin woke up woke up disoriented. He took a turn, his hands searching for Stella, eyes closed. He desired to cuddle her like he did every single night.
She fits so perfectly in his arms.
'I love her you much' he muttered half asleep.
From the day he had seen her for the first time. It was love at first sight and he really had to work hard to win her and convince her to marry her.
'Now she's mine. I love to kiss her on her cheeks with her eyes closed in deep slumber.' He thought 'But where is she now? Oh she's not keeping emotionally good. She's angry and so she is at other end of the bed. I will grab her from there."
She wasn't there too.
Reality hit him like cold water on the face
'Wait! Wait! Where am I??
This isn't our room.
The bed is different.'
He slowly lifted his heavy eyelashes to find himself at an anonymous place.
'Am I dreaming?
Am I actually alive?
Why don't I remember anything?'
He got up on his feet shocked.
He panicked 'Bull shit! Why am I not wearing any clothes?
Where the hell am I?.....'
He surveyed the room , his heart sinking at the vision of cheap hotel he was in. He wasn't only shocked but embarrassed and guilt ridden too.
“Oh no! Shit hell!” he cursed, the little light emanating into the room from window probably some street light which was strong and he could now clearly see as he had lost the final remnants of sleep being wide awake trying to gather two and two
A young girl in early twenties lying on the couch besides. She was practically undressed with stockings thrown on the floor.
Some piece of clothing lying on the side table.
And when he saw the mirror ...
What the hell!" Lipstick marks
It felt like million ants crawling over him, biting him. He was sharing the room with a girl.
'No I cannot do this.' He pulled his hair with both hands in frustration and then pressed his forehead; killer headache!
'I cannot cheat on Stella.
What a bastard I am? I am so cheap, so dirty such insane act by me' and the guilt now took the form of anger.
'This is because of the bitch' He concluded. 'She's a whore, manhunter who's craving for sex' so he shouted at her. "Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you? How could I?"
She removed the sheet from her face, scared of the loud alarm clock she had no idea she'd chosen the tone.
She woke up all of a sudden as if seen a ghost. That was when he saw her for the first time. She had very innocent black eyes, pretty nose and lips which were off from lipstick now which was red earlier were soft like that of a little girl and that brought him to the senses that the lipstick was missing because she kissed him
'She fucking kissed me. And god knows what else she did or I did or did I kiss her back?' The million of thoughts were killing him inside further boiling the anger that he could pour on her.
"You creepy sluts. How well you manage to hunt for rich men. How could you sell your body only for money? Money is your only priority in life no." he yelled at her.
"Sir"
"Yes now I am sir, your boss. You need money for the night now. Didn't you ever realize I was drunk?” he was blabbering, his anger pouring out “No why would you? It was your opportunity to grab the situation and mint money." he shouted
"But sir"
"Do you have least of idea that I am married and I love my wife? Out of all the quarrels and misunderstandings between us, this is the last thing I would like to do is sleep with a bloody slut like you" He said more to himself than her
"Ca.... a can I explain" she said in her low soft voice enraging him further.
He moved his hands on his bed ruffled hair "My life is already complicated with my wife not scoring well and this is an add on to which I feel like digging the ground and burying myself alive."
He was on a roll, his demon and fears taking over him, "Right from the childhood we have been taught a woman is the most wonderful creation of god. If women were fucking machines like you..." He spoke whatever shit came to his mind.
"Stop your bloody nonsense" not able to take any longer she spoke loud and curt this time.
His words like dagger penetrated deep inside her heart, which was visible from her face.
"First of all I did not rape you. Bloody girls cannot rape men. Life would have been much easier. Secondly we did not have sex. So enough for your guilt!!! Leave. I charge 50$. We did not have sex so pay half and leave." she said harsh and straight.
"Money making bitch" He murmured and dropped the money on the table and was about to leave.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
It really felt like a lot of weight lifted from his shoulders. For the first time in the night. He felt relieved. He relaxed glad that he did not cheat on his beautiful wife and was about to leave when
"Wait your car keys." And she threw bunch of keys at him.
The anger he had for her diminishing. May be he felt light hearted after pouring out his anger and frustration to this stranger.
He did not know why but he had an inner urge to apologize.
"I am sorry. May be I over reacted. I have never had such an experience. But I am so relieved that we did nothing." He said in his normal tone for the first time.
She chuckled to it. "You know you are different."
"Yeah? he had no idea what made him start this conversation but he ended up asking, “What way?"
"Others I mean all the men I have met till now just happen to enter into my pants and you are glad that we did not have sex. Rather you would have paid me double for not doing it". She said laughing a soft chuckle at the last part.
"I sure would have. My honesty means a lot to me." He was kind of making a confession
"You love her?" she muttered.
"What?" He was shocked
She lit her cigaraette, "You love umm mmm st Stella. Stella's her name right?" she said in her bold slutty accent.
"How do you know her?" He was a furious now.
"Don't worry. I don't know her it is only such that when you were drunk you were muttering her name and stuff like love again and again" she spoke as she took another puff from her cigarette
"Oh I see" He wasn’t surprised though. He loved Stella and he could announce it to teh world ever and ever again.
He did check for the fire alarm which was nowhere to be seen. She knew that there wasn't any and so was smoking easily.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Yes I love her. Love is all I can feel when I think of her." He said smiling as if he could see Stella's smiling image as he spoke about her.
"But she cheated on you?" she asked.
"No! No she cannot cheat me. She's only upset" an expression grief crossed his face.
"See its 3 in the night. It's unsafe if you leave. You can stay if you trust me" she suddenly suggested.
"Trust you?" he raised his eyebrow.
"I mean if you are sure I won't rape you." she passed it sarcastically.
He laughed at it. This whore did have a sense of humour, "What's the worst case scenario if I leave?"
"Lot of cops move out waiting for drunken victims to be arrested. So it is safer if you leave by 5. No one will notice you then. You seem to be rich and obviously your family earns a prestige which would be at stake otherwise." she explained
"Two hours." He mumbled not sure about what to do. His reputation would be slaughtered if he was caught with a whore at this hour of night?
Unwanted media attention was the last thing he wanted at the moment
"Two hours with a prostitute. Is it fine with you?" She asked trying to read his expressions
"Till you promise not to rape me?" He had made a decision to stay 'so why not be sober and try not to kill each other' he thought.
They both laughed at it like little kids.
"No don't switch on the TV they'll get false signals" she said when she saw him stepping ahead to start the television
So he kept quiet on the bed and waited, "My mobile?"
"It's in your car." she replied
"I'll go and get it" he was about to stand to get the mobile
"Don't just wait for couple of hours." she stopped him.
"Oh” his mouth formed an ‘o’ in understanding. Nevertheless he was walking to and fro inside the small room restlessly
"Stella would be worried by now. I haven't ever left her alone ever. Unanswered calls would add worse" He spoke more to himself, not minding if she heard.
"So she did not cheat? You two are together." she could not help her inquisitiveness
"Yeah together with a difference." He sighed
"She's just not herself like she was three years back when we got married" It is weird' he thought sharing his wrecked life with her so he changed the topic.
"What's your name?" he asked the prostitute sitting in front of him as she shamelessly wore all her clothes back in front of him, not that she was exposing any further but somehow it made him uncomfortable.
"Which name?" she thought for a moment. "During the nights it's Rosie. I have a different name in outside world."
"You want to share that name?" Not actually interested, he lazily asked,
"No" she denied as if it was something important.
"But Rosie suits you beautiful with lots of thorns." He continued the conversation. It helped him in distracting his discomfort of staying with a slut
"It was abrupt. First time when some one asked me I did not want to disclose my real name, I saw a bunch of roses and Rosie came out of my mouth. What about you? You were pretty sad last night." she asked
"Yeah. I drank a little extra." he admitted sheepishly, not remembering much about last night.
"Little. You were completely wasted. I think you could see nothing but Stella everywhere." she stated as she finished dressing herself.
"How can you say that?" he asked out of anxiety
"I am doing Psychology and learning human behaviour. So I could analyse." she replied easily
"You study too. I am impressed" He complimented and that was not a lie.
"Thanks. Needs brought me to this profession." she admitted grimly
"I am sorry about that" he said apologetically
"Don't be. If I could help you with your life? I mean. Would you like to share your love story? It will help you keep your mind off all this crap and discomfort." she asked with enlightened eyes.
"You really would like to listen to my love story" he asked not sure if he should share his love story with a prostitute.
"If you don't mind narrating?" She waved her hands for him to decide.
An unspoken bond was created between them. It was trust.
They were talking civilly, like friends..
Is it okay to befriend a prostitute?
Chapter 3 Love At First Sight "Sure you want to listen to my story?" he asked unsure "Till you don't mind sharing" Rosie replied as he was uncomfortable and fiddling with hands. She was seeing a nervous man for the first time. Otherwise she had only seen men in hollow darkness where she could only visualize the pitch dark sexual desires that vanishes in one night and they do prefer to leave before the sunshine as if brightness would erase their immoral deeds. She wondered if they even considered it immoral. For few it would be as casual and recreating as taking few shots of alcohol before going to bed.He said in a surprisingly humble tone, "Excuse me for a while" and went to the washroom. What a thorough gentleman he is. She thoughtHe was even completely dressed up before she woke her. She would have actually enjoyed his masculine abs tense in anger. Not that she was a perverted kind of whore but this man was special. He seemed to get her attention in a special way like
Chapter 4 Crazy Love"I did not believe in love then. All I wanted was her and I was magnetized by her." Edwin said chuckling to himself and smiling a broad smile filled with love, real love"What you never realized that you fell. Fell madly, completely and totally in love with her?" Rosie spoke more excitedly than ever. All these years she had come to the conclusion that love is a vague feeling. "You think so?" he asked lost in his past still smiling like a love lost puppy."Yeah It's all over your face. It's in the glint of your eyes." she answered honestly.Rosie never believed in love till today but this guy in a short span of time has turned from dumb lost alcoholic to angry young man and now a cliché' youth lost in his memories of loveEdwin blushed and simply chuckled to it getting lost again as if he was back there living the moment all over again. "And then.." Rosie was now anxious about the entire thing. She was dying to know . "Oh yes then.." he said seemingly excited an
Chapter 5The Chosen OneRosie straightened herself, “she must love you a lot, treasure you?”"You think so?" he asked, his jaw muscles tensing up all of a sudden as he remembered something."I positively do. I also envy her even if I haven't ever met her. What a fool she..." she was stopped mid-sentence by an annoyed looking Edwin. Edwin coughed, disappointment creeping his face. "Sorry just a weird thought" she defended myself"Remember she is my Stella. I cannot hear a word against her." He said possessively."By now I already know that" she said lifting her hands in surrender making both of them smile in unison. "Then....” she checked the waters making sure that they both were good she said “continue please" she could have begged him to continue with the remaining story, “I will die of suspense""Right where was I?" he asked more to himself amused to live those moments again as he narrated it to her."Basket ball tournament. You did win it right ?" she prompted for him."Yipes
Chapter 6 Love? Only Love? Edwin's love story [flashback] I was chuckling at myself holding the hand of the most beautiful girl of the universe and I never ever wanted to let it go. I had missed her so much that I realized that it was love, only love. Only love can make you miss someone like crazy.. Today when she stands right in front of me I know I am in love '''''''''''''''''''''' “As you said madly, crazily and fondly in love” Rosie had hearts replaced by her balls like heart eyed smiley emoji '''''''''''''''''''''' "Edwin leave my hand." Stella pleaded feeling embarrassed of being centre of attraction as everybody started staring back at us. "Oops sorry. But promise me you'll come to watch all my matches." I asked smirking. I could feel goosebumps on her hands because of my touch. "Otherwise you'll go for starvation." She chuckled mockingly and I scratched my hair behind my neck in nervousness thinking what to reply so I decided to stop pretending and speak the truth.
Chapter 7 Love- it hurts Bzzzrrrrr bzzzzrrrr Her mobile buzzed loudly with her panicking. "Time up let's leave. It's the safest now." Rosie straightened all of a sudden and was ready to leave as she picked all her belonging scattered everywhere and the small sling bag. Not really concerned about what she was saying Edwin got up, wore his shoes while she wrapped herself in one of the scarves, she was carrying in her bag to hide her flashy outfit that was more of a prostitute uniform. Edwin followed her to the door as if he was an alien in the planet Mars not knowing a bit about the place. He knew nothing about the place. He was unconscious when she brought him here. He wondered how a lean and delicate skinny girl could drag him here. It felt weird. But this girl is strong inside both physically and mentally. "Hurry up" she said pulling his hand. As soon as she opened the door wide, there was a tall, husky figure on the door passing by. "Holy shit" she spat, and then turned
Chapter 8Friends in pain "Stella Stella I am home honey. Where are you?" Edwin shouted longing to see the face of his beautiful wife She was not in the projector room where she normally waits for him whenever he is late, nor was she in the kitchen. 'She might have dozed off in our bedroom. She's not feeling well lately.' He deduced The receiver of the landline was unhooked. He kept it back on the cradle looking for her in their bedroom which was on the first floor. None of the workers were visible. He guessed she'd given them a day's off which she normally does to feel the freedom and satisfaction of maintaining things on her own. 'Thank goodness' he looked upwards praying 'she's feeling normal again.' She was neither in the bedroom, nor the pent house. He decided to check the washroom. Where else could she be?. "Stella, my love. Are you coming or shall I enter in." No response. "So I am coming". As he opened the bathroom door, he saw trail of blood flowing through the bathtu
Chapter 9 Guilts and Copings "Why the fuck are you shouting. Can't I have peace after a day of hard work?" "Bloody you work hard and all I do is yell." Stella shouted even louder. "Honey please relax and let me watch this football league." he tried to stay calm "Go ahead with your football and ignore the living beings here as if they do not exist. They are dead. I wish I died with my dad." And she started crying. 'Holy shit' he murmured and went to her. "Sweety it's not like that. It's just that I am tired. The day was hectic. Stop crying." She continued with her crying. It was a regular routine. She would bring her father who just expired a month ago, relate things to it and start sobbing. He was loosing it. He couldn't see her cry but even after a month of his demise she was still grieving. "Not again Stella. Please. It's a month now." He said in frustration. He hated to see tears in her eyes. Why doesn't she understand? "So after a month of your dear one's death you st
Chapter 10FinalsI nodded my head smiling goofily like i had already won the trophy.I shifted my focus on the game, i needed to score a basket, 5 seconds to go and I gave a hit and not three but I did score 2 point leveling up the scores. "Hurray" we all shouted in unison. What a grand finish to the first half. This was the first time we equaled the scores and before that we were all lagging behind. In the time out, the coach was busy explaining the strategies where in my eyes were glued to the most attractive girl in the stadium who was jumping with excitement and thrill. Were all those rumors? I asked myself when my coach patted on my shoulders demanding me to focus back on the game. It was crucial and we were on equal scores."Edwin I want you to be straight. No missing three points now. The opponents are getting confident. Crush it, Thrash it. Just do it. Win it." My coach said and I winked with confirmation.The second half started with our same gesture of team spirit, standi