LUST. And after that

 “Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge”. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary.”

He tried to look away…into the sea of people who, like waves of Arabian Sea, were rocking hither and thither for an unknown reason; but his neck won’t let him…he forced his eyelids to close down and cover his brown iris…trying to make it blind…imperceptible to the world he had just found out for himself; but they won’t…he tried, with all his might, to lock his lower jaw into its regular position…for it was trying to slip down…in awe…for the thing it had just sensed was the most beautiful thing it had ever sensed in his twenty years of aweing; but it won’t.

She knew that he was looking at her…no, not looking…it was more of a glare…yes, his eyes were glaring at her…fear…but the world around her seemed to have stopped suddenly…suddenly immobilized by the sheer meeting of their eyes…and there were her friends watching her around her…no, they were not there…there was nothing in this world except him and her. It was just an accident. She had moved her face towards the door to look for someone else…and he was there…and then, in another second there was no other world…

Minutes passed. A warfare his insides had waged against him which was continuously making him number by his increased heart beats. They wanted to do nothing else except looking at her…one or two unknown creatures tried to break that mesmerizing stupor but he persisted…he heard some petty incantations of “idiot” and “stupid” but remained stuck to the ground. He knew it was not love…he was sure of it…but yes an attraction…there was an innocent jot of animal spirit in his feelings towards her…a passion to discover what laid beyond…he decided it was finally the time.

It was like she had sensed what was going inside his mind…perhaps a network of telepathy had launched itself between them. It was not the first time that they had met. She clearly remembered the first time when she had glanced at him in an unknown mall…the second time when he had ordered something from the counter of an unknown restaurant…the third time, when she was strolling in the park with her dogs and her mobile…and many other times she wanted to forget, when she had done nothing…she wanted to make up for her mistakes now…now when God had presented the God of her dreams before her once again… given her one more chance to put off the fire burning her very insides…

She stood up from the seat and for the first time, wrenched her dark eyes away from his. She smiled towards the insignificant group of hers…her fruity lips murmured something inconspicuous to them. And then, she looked at him again. It was a look more piercing than any other time in the centuries before…x-raying his insides, his mind and telling them, to follow her…as if she was the master and he was the servant…a servant who could do nothing to escape….a servant, who did not want to escape from her sorcerous hold…she gave a jerk to her neck…making sure, already vindicating him from the sin, she wanted his servant to do…that she wanted to make his servant his master…

He followed her like a shadow which follows its master…shadow which never gets separated from him…through passes and alleys and corridors…he didn’t know where he was going…his didn’t know his destination, his goal…but one thing he knew was that it would be more beautiful than heaven…he was never so sure in his life. One turn…another…and then he reached there…

She went inside the lady’s washroom. It was adjacent to the man’s counterpart. There won’t be any confusion that way…but confusion was the last thing that she feared…she was too sure of what she was going to do…She opened the doors of the little compartments inside the washroom…no one…the coast was clear….no; she decided not to prepare herself for the excursion-yes excursion is what she ascribed to it-she wanted her lover to unwrap her burning self for himself…no not lover, too intimate a word…she wanted the excursion to be wild…rampant…violent…violent…yes…she wanted to enjoy the warmth of an animal. She didn’t want love in between. Just lust was what she desired then…

She opened the door and through the small crack she signaled him…yes…there was no one there…no one to stop him from tasting her. His insides gave a thrust to his outsides and he became more amorous than ever. And he entered the room…the room where she was and where he would submit himself to her…and she, to him…

He entered the wash-room and slowly, with care…taking time, bolted the door. Then he turned towards her and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She faked indifference. She knew, to be the mistress she would have to subdue her feelings for some more time. She knew that he knew that there was a knavish smile on her lips. But she also knew that he was her servant and it had to be him who would lay himself towards her service. She gave a small cough…why was he only looking at her? She wanted him to do something more…something better…

He looked at her image in the mirror, readying him for the assault…just like the lion eyes its quarry…scratching its paws on the ground; yet there was the shade of subservience in his composition…he was the lamb who was preparing himself to be sacrificed…to be butchered with the sharp yet smooth bodice of her…She coughed animatedly…it was a signal enough for him…he knew it very well…and so he took a leap…a giant leap…towards his queen and…

He started tearing her clothes apart. First the tee-shirt…then that useless white layer of shame that hung between them…he was adept it and she was helping him too…a streak of fiery satisfaction set her already burning body ablazed…the droplets of liquid which had been waiting to be discharged out for a long time, started venting out of her…she could feel the moist warmth inside…the wetness overpowered her and made her feel like an empty hole which desperately wanted to be filled…

Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige”.”

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