Do Not Disturb

Hanging a ‘Do Not Disturb’ tag on the door knob of the hotel room, I closed it behind me. There she was smiling at me while shedding her clothes one by one seductively tantalizing my nerves and emotions.


Being father to two beautiful daughters was heavenly. However, there was quite some complications during the birth of our new born. I had prayed and prayed and it seems that my prayers were heard. She was born a bit weak but nothing that could not be recovered. Both of us were quite happy and Naina (who was five years old now) was happy too for having a lovely sister.

We named her Nayana which basically meant the same as Naina. Both of them looked starkly similar and thus we decided for the name. Nayana was a year old now and we could basically leave her for a day with her grandmother as we had to visit the holy place where I had visited when my wife was going through severe complications. Naina was too stubborn and she wanted to stay with her sister. Thus we had to leave her at home only.

We were only halfway in our car when we were hit by a speeding car. Our car tumbled into the divider and when I woke up, I was in a hospital. The doctors said they could not save my wife. I has heartbroken. My world collapsed.

Time passed and all the closed ones asked me to marry again. Not that I had forgotten about my wife in the past year. But for some reason they were right. My daughters were too young. They needed maternal care too. But what if the other girl does not treat them well. They were all I had now and for no reason I could put their lives at risk. I was all alone but that was not bigger than the lives of my angels.

I decided that I will nurture them alone. For years I looked after them. As they grew up distances grew between us. May be I was over protective of them. But they wanted to lead their life on their own terms. I was too busy keeping them happy and it was too late till I realized it. By the time they reached their teenage, we were miles apart.

Suddenly I felt all alone again. All these years I had sacrificed for them and what did I get in return? I began crying at random nights. There was no one I could share my feelings.

Certainly in my late thirties, I could not think of any relation. That loneliness grew the emotions that I had been suppressing for all these years. I had given all my life to raise my daughters and I had long suppressed my feelings, my emotions. It was then when I came up with it.


She was in her late twenties and had everything that a man could have desired. Her mere touch sent electrifying chills through my body. Part of my brain was making me feel guilt of what I was doing. But I was doing nothing illegal or immoral. Or maybe I was? But the other part of my brain was refusing to let go of the sensations by body had yearned for all these years. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Insight:
"This time your entry must contain, ‘Do Not Disturb’." This is what BlogAdda told the bloggers this weekend for the WOW.

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