I woke up abruptly, feeling extremely thirsty and exhausted. My entire body felt sore, and I didn’t want to get out of bed. But my throat was dry as a desert, and my stomach growled in hunger.
Navya hadn’t cooked lunch — correction — I hadn’t let her make lunch, so I had to go buy some. I stretched out and yawned, trying hard not to slip back into slumber.
I felt Navya stir in her sleep. I looked down at her. She was lying close to me, her breast pressing against the side of my naked chest, breathing rhythmically. Her warm breath brushed against my stubbled cheek.
“Baby,” I said after clearing my throat, “let me go get us some food. Okay?”
She took a deep breath and nodded lightly.
“Don’t be late,” she murmured before going back to sleep. I kissed her forehead and gently crawled off the bed without disturbing her. I quickly wore my clothes, took a piss, and headed out the door.
I was grinning like an idiot on the road. But I couldn’t help it! I kept going back to how we made love, her soft skin, the taste of her wonderful lips...
“Oh shit!” I jammed on the brakes in panic, and my bike skidded a couple of feet before coming to a halt. We hadn’t used any protection!
I wasn’t worried about STDs — I was pretty sure she was safe in that department. It was more about the possibility of pregnancy.
I turned my bike around and headed to a medical store — one I hadn’t visited before, and one that I had no particular interest in visiting again anytime soon.
At 3 in the afternoon, the shop was deserted. The cashier, a frail-looking middle-aged man, was sitting on a plastic chair in a corner reading a regional language bi-monthly magazine.
He looked up at me through his thick old-fashioned glasses, as if asking, “What do you want?”
I looked around to make sure no one I knew was around, and pointed at a pack of i-pills on the counter.
A number of questions arose in my mind — what if he asks me why I wanted it? Or what if he asks for my name? Worse still, what if he knows my mother and tells her what a “dirty” guy her son is? What if...
But nothing of that sort happened. Without wasting time, he folded his magazine, walked up to the counter, and brought down the pills.
I also noticed the condoms on another shelf and decided to buy them as well, just in case I got lucky again.
I paid the bill, and the cashier handed me the contraceptives with an expressionless face.
Hell, he could have been selling me a pack of chewing gum for all he cared! That’s how careless he looked. Maybe it was because I hadn’t shaved that day and my lower face was covered in protruding hair, which made me look older than I actually was. Or maybe he had had customers younger than me buying the same stuff, and the age factor didn’t surprise him. Either way, he looked like he really didn’t give a fuck.
He went back to savouring his magazine after giving me the change, no questions asked. I walked out of there pocketing the contraceptives, with my head held high.
Navya looked like she had just gotten out of the shower when I got back home. She was wearing a fresh t-shirt and a skirt, and was drying her wet hair with a large towel. I placed the food on the dining table, walked up to her, and hugged her from behind.
“Hi,” I said, combing her moist hair from her shoulders. “I was kinda hoping to get into the shower with you,” I added, kissing her neck. My hands were busy playing with her waist. She caressed my cheek with one hand, the other resting on mine.
“Sorry sweetie,” she said apologetically and turned to face me. “But I’m still sore from last time,” she said and forced a smile.
“That’s okay,” I said and let her go.
“Why don’t you go freshen up? I’ll set the table,” she kissed my cheek and walked away. A bath sounded like the perfect remedy to get rid of the sticky feeling from the dried sweat that clung to my body.
A warm shower was exactly what I needed. Tiny streams of pressurized water knocking against my skin felt so good — it was almost therapeutic. I let the water flow all over me and scrubbed myself until I felt clean.
Twenty minutes later, I was out of the shower with nothing but a towel around my waist, dripping water over the marble floor.
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