The Surprise
A true story
“This warrants a grand celebration”- said Aakash, taking a sip of coffee. “Of course, goes without saying. Today evening itself. I am planning something that will stun you”- replied Rishi with a wink. He indeed had a grand idea to surprise his colleague of 11 years in the company on the occasion of his promotion to higher management. “9pm sharp. My place. Tell ma’am that you’ll be late. No excuses mate. I’ve a surprise for you”- announced Rishi with affection before they wound up the coffee break and went back to work.
December chill froze Aakash’s bones as he rode his black Bullet bike towards Rishi’s apartment. During the 20 min ride, his thoughts wandered from how competitive and deserving Rishi was for promotion; to his own style of functioning with work-life balance. To achieve additional targets Rishi had even sent his wife back to his native place so that he could put in extra hours of work, whereas on contrast Aakash always believed in responsible working without bothering for personal gains. As a result, Rishi- his associate and a devout worker got promoted ahead of him.
Aakash was pleased with himself when he looked at the watch while pressing the doorbell- 08:59 pm, dot at time. As Rishi warmly let him in, he scanned the drawing room of 1 BHK apartment. The setting was pleasant- dimly lit with soothing light emanating from two table lamps kept at diagonal corners, Jagjit Singh’s melodious voice filling the otherwise silence and a bottle of Chivas Regal sitting on makeshift bar along with soda, ice bucket and water jug. Rishi had organised everything exactly to the taste of Aakash. Well, almost everything with just one exception.
Over many drinks in next hour or so they had conversation on varied topics ranging from nostalgic to out rightly scandalous. Their inebriated talk was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. While Aakash was mystified at such late night arrival, Rishi displayed a familiar smirk on the face. Aakash’s jaw dropped at the first sight of the late night guest.
“A Russian chick to add glamour and extravaganza to the party!”- Rishi exclaimed as she stood there beside him. The blue eyed gorgeous lady must be in late 20’s and around 5’8" tall with right sized assets as Aakash scanned her in a glance.
“Isn’t she hot? I call her often to get rid of boredom”- Rishi excitedly told his smiling friend. But initial euphoria of Aakash vanished in split second at the prospect of committing infidelity. Anticipating these thoughts and sensing hesitation, Rishi while pouring copious amount of scotch for the Russian guest said- “Relax Aakash. It is just harmless fun everyone nowadays has. Believe me you will be much happier after this. Have some intimate moments holding this beauty in the privacy of my bedroom. Learn to enjoy life my friend.” As three of them gulped few more drinks over sleazy chit-chat, Rishi looked for affirmation from Aakash. Unable to get any reaction he finally uttered- “Are you going to lay her? If you are still nervous, let me go first and spice up love life a little.” After finishing the contents of crystal glass in one go- Rishi rose, held Russian chick by waist and led her to bedroom.
As the one night couple was having a gala time inside, Aakash was getting embroiled in deep thoughts outside. He wanted to wriggle out of precarious situation. The conflict of emotions was overwhelming. On one hand was the golden opportunity to satisfy fetish desires and on other was his vows and promises to the wife. Tipsy side strongly pushed him to go ahead and enjoy the sensuality of Russian female whilst dying senses weakly pleaded him not to be unfaithful. Aakash was heavily tilted to cheat when Rishi emerged from bedroom. The lady followed wearing just two pieces. She was resembling a Greek Goddess. “Your turn to blow this bomb. Go ahead. She’ll handle everything”- nudged Rishi. It was a make or break time. Aakash inhaled a deep breath, held her warm hand and took her to bedroom. Once inside she gently closed the door, unhooked the strap thereby exposing her perfectly chiselled curves. Her amazing bosom could beat many actresses by miles. Then all of sudden moment of reckoning struck. Instead of lunging ahead and grabbing the voluptuous lady, Aakash turned back and opened the door. “I can’t do this”- he said to surprised Rishi as he barged out of the main door and hurriedly proceeded towards the parked Bullet. As he rode on the deserted streets of Delhi with a proud smile- this time instead of cold wave he felt the warmth of principles he had nurtured. The principles which helped him to refuse indulgence with a topless Russian chick.
