Room No. 206

His lips slowly reverted hers as she felt hard to let go of them, and they did nothing but travelled against hers. He opened his eyes at her, blinked hard and then looked away. She felt as if she was a mere mistress to his body and a mere pleasure to his skin, when she longed to be the beats to his heart. She looked at her chest, hanging her head low enough to let the sorrow evade her.

“I should go now”, said he, with a broken smile that lasted no more than a second and got off the bed. Staring away from her glance he quickly buttoned his shirt, that stood wrinkled with guilt and wore back the pants that had been lying away in ignorance, as had been his  loyalty to his marriage.

She wanted him to stay, she wanted him to caress her and hold her tight, not to bit her lips and wet her tongue. A fool may say, she was looking for love in a man , who had been driven by the pleasures of the flesh. But none the less she spoke, to give her last attempt at making him stay, even though he may do it for a bitter while of sexual preference. But her bitter truth had found the sour , sour sweetness of sparkle in his touch. She had fallen for his soul and he had fallen low enough just to make her moan, but never down on his knees to take her into his life forever.

“Can’t you stay any longer Vikram?” she asked , trying to seem as less attached as she could, because somewhere she knew that her feelings had been hers solely, and if he was to know about them, he would run back to his wife, whom he hadn’t loved ever. The fact that he hadn’t loved his wife, made her smile a little. She didn’t know If it was the guilty pleasure of being no less than his wife or the void that he may ever, if he ever chooses to, come back to her forever.

“It’s our anniversary.” He said as he pushed up the tie near his neck as if it was nothing but a rope to hang himself. But that’s what she saw . She believed his marriage to be a broken one and found immense joy in believing so. However ,he chose never to bring up his wife during their encounters which majorly took place in room number 206.

“Remember, when we met first?” She asked as she curled her hair , reminiscing about the time when they had first met. 

“It was in college Shabhana.” , he said and turned back to her. “I will see you on Sunday.” He smiled as he headed for the door and soon enough, he had disappeared as  he always had . Leaving her alone, without a shred of cloth on her , and just guilt to eat her conscience alive. But he was in too much of a hurry to care about all that.  And even though she knew that, she couldn’t help but smoke away her loneliness. And so she did. Wishing for him to come back. Wishing to see him again. Wishing, for him to break away from his wife and be hers and hers alone.  But she knew her wishes wouldn’t come true, at least not of him coming to her staying with her forever.

Because she belonged to ‘room number 206’ , she thought pushing away the smoke from her lungs. This room was where she had lost her heart and soul and where every once a week she would jump back to see him come back, with a bottle of wine and the thirst for her flesh. After all these years, it didn’t matter to her, what drove him to see her, may it be the room, or her body, or his broken marriage. But she knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t in love with her. She was. 

Love that had killed off the real Shabhana  years ago and had given birth to a self-less woman. A mistress , if people may call her so. But her identity wasn’t of any value in front of the love she had placed in this room, the room 206. And for years to come she wouldn’t mind being slayed by the pleasures of the man, she loved so greatly.

The door was shut closed as she headed out of the hotel, only to be judged and be smiled upon by society. In her mind she longed to get back home , take a warm shower and lay herself to sleep, but in her heart she longed to come back to him, meet him once again, for a few hours, be none but his. Back in the room where love existed for her. Room number 206.