Pretty Purple

So pretty Charu was, so fetching with her gray-green eyes and long dark hair, so spontaneous and alert and quick to smile, so deliciously put together throughout the five feet allotted to her person that Parveen on first shaking her hand felt remotely and unlike himself, quite disengaged. He, who had often been burned by the fires of love, felt as if all the air had been vacuumed from his lungs and he would never be able to breathe again.

He knew destiny had meant him to squander time on her, and he was okay with that. He had wanted someone fresh as a dewdrop on grass, with the lithe girlish charms which could evacuate the hostility he harboured against love. He had wanted love measured out in teaspoons, love which felt right and convenient and subtly mundane. He had wanted her. And she fell for his charms with ease. The Gods above noted the transaction and smiled, because they realized that he needed that experience right now, and as for her, maybe they were not on the same page, despite his clear-cut mandate.

Charu had the face of a squirrel in delightful pain, and would nibble on food like it was anathema to her pain. She was a chip off the old block. She would watch him surreptitiously, and yield to him pleasuring her with the joy of a novice. Her lust grew in leaps and bounds, until she mistook it for love, and therein she was obsessed and insane. She was losing it, in love.

Parveen noticed the way her body would distort under him as if his hands could wring anything out of her. As a typical man, he was flattered by the attention her ameteurish lust yielded. He was amused. And he continued for longer than he should have, though he did mention to her, several times, that look, this will lead nowhere.

"Wow" was all she uttered. She was a sweetheart but now covered in filth of insatiable lust. That sweet heart was no longer functional. She would grasp at the leaves of the olive branches he extented, from time to time, and sink into depths of insane passion. She was abnormally motivated by his lust, so much so, SEO became dust.

Well, all's well that ends well, they say. Now they are on separate paths and she has the chance to uncover the ephemeral nature of lust or maybe seek true love.