My name is Challa. I was travelling to Pune after landing a job in an MNC. It was a 2nd AC compartment that seemed unoccupied for the time being. At 25, I was on my way to joining my dream company.
I placed all my luggage in the vacant area below my birth. I drew the curtains hoping the journey would remain peaceful. I covered my berth with the sheets provided and adjusted the pillow. I decided to read the book during the journey.
Suddenly I saw someone open the curtains while panting. She was drenched in sweat, and once she removed her sunglasses, my heart was in my mouth. It was none other than Ekanshi. My crush. My Love. My weakness. The girl whom I loved and hated in equal measure.
Was Destiny playing some cruel prank on me? I saw her staring at me with bewilderment. She continued staring at me while I looked down, not having the guts to look her in the eyes. Her memories flashed in front of my eyes. The TC arrived just in time and checked our respective tickets.
Ekanshi suddenly enquired the TC whether the other adjacent berths would be occupied. The TC replied that the berths would be unoccupied until the next station (an hour’s distance). I started making assumptions about why she may have asked this question.
Suddenly my mind wandered into the past. I started recollecting my earlier memories with her. Ekanshi and I were in the same school and class when I joined it in class 9. She used to be seated behind me in exams. She was the only girl who had seen me cry when my proposal to a girl was rejected.
I slowly started developing feelings for Ekanshi after a point but never had the guts to express my feelings and attraction towards her. Though we studied in the same school for 3 years, I never interacted with her. But I only desired and admired her from a distance with occasional conversations about our studies.
As luck would have it, we joined the same college. We hit it off for the first time during the introductory session. After weeks of interactions of us getting together, I was told that she was in a long-distance relationship with a guy. It shattered my heart.
I accepted my fate until I learned about her boyfriend double timing her. I saw Ekankshi’s boyfriend holding another girl’s hand and smooching her at a nearby park. I clicked his picture. Before sharing it with Ekanshi, I created a stir at the park letting the other girl know how this guy was double timing them.
Feeling vindicated, I met Ekanshi, hoping to get a tight hug from her and provide solace to her in these distressed times. I told her what had transpired in the park on the phone. She asked me to come to her hostel through a secret pathway without being caught.
I did what she said and found myself standing in front of her door and knocking at her door slowly. She opened it, let me in, and closed the door. I expected her to sob, but anger was visible all across her face. Assuming the anger was directed toward her boyfriend, I went near her.
I told her, “Hey, Ekanshi, everything will be fine. I am there…” Before I could complete it, I received a tight slap.
“What the hell do you think of yourself, you moron,” Ekanshi screamed. Startled, I looked at her with tears in my eyes. “You think I am unaware of my bf having another girlfriend? I knew about it a few months back, yet I voluntarily agreed to be with him,” Ekanshi continued.
I didn’t know what to say. Looking at me, she said, “Maybe the mistake lies with me. I gave you too much space and allowed you to come closer to me. I need to teach you and make you understand your place in my life.” I swallowed nervously, not expecting what might unfold minutes from now.
“Get naked,” she said. I didn’t believe she said it and continued staring at her in disbelief. She gave me one more slap. I quickly removed my shirt and, later, my pant. She gestured at my underwear with her eyes. I removed it and looked down with shame.
She pulled my hair with her right hand and led me near her cot, where she nestled herself with her legs crossed. “Kneel in front of me and come closer to me,” Ekanshi said. I did whatever she instructed. She pinched my cheek and placed 4 consecutive tight slaps on my other cheek.
It was hit with such force that I was assured the marks would be visible for the rest of the day. She asked me to close my eyes, and nervously I did what she instructed. She again pulled my hair and tilted my head backwards. Soon I felt her face near mine and a liquid dripping across my face.
“Rub my saliva all over your ugly face,” she said
I rubbed it all over my face.
“Good. Now open your mouth,” Ekanshi said.
I opened it wide, only for her to spit inside my mouth. Next, she spat again with full force on my face and rubbed it all over it with her beautiful bare hands.
“Are you able to feel a pungent smell?” she asked.
“Yes, but I am not sure where it’s coming from,” I replied.
She was wearing a sleeveless shirt and gestured towards her armpits which I noticed were stinking. She pulled my hair and gagged my face under her stinking armpits.
“Lick it. You bitch lick it. This is what you deserve. This is your place in my life,” she said. She rubbed her stinky armpits all over my face.
“Kiss it and lick it,” she said.
I kissed it first and started licking it slowly. It was so stinky that it seemed like she had just returned from the gym and had yet to shower. But for the first time, I perhaps started enjoying this humiliation. I have always craved for her and had resigned to the fact that she could never be mine.
Being her slave was the closest physical proximity I could have with her. To smell the stink (fragrance for me) that emanated from her body was something that only a few guys had the fortune of. Also, with every humiliation, I believed I would stop daydreaming about us getting together at some point.
I hated her for what she did to me, yet I enjoyed the process.
“Okay, enough,” she said. “You know I wore my old socks today while exercising. I just removed them minutes before you arrived,” Ekanshi said. There was a twinkle in my eyes, which I tried to hide. She placed her feet near my face to sniff it first.
I took multiple deep breaths. And then, finally, I experience bliss.
“Open your mouth. And open it wide,” she said. I opened my mouth, and within seconds more than half of her right foot was inside my mouth. She almost choked my throat with her foot. She took her phone, asked me to look at the camera and took a picture.
“Aww, how cute it is, Challa. I know it tastes disgusting with so much sweat, but you stay like this for 5 minutes. Years of stalking me and trying to impress me, and this is how you are rewarded finally,” she said.
I wanted to say that I could have spent my entire life with her foot inside my mouth. It tasted and smelled very weird, but it was like being in a trance. Maybe the extra sweat made the skin as soft as a sponge. I cherished every second of it.
I wanted to tell her that even if you don’t talk with me for the rest of your life, I’ll be grateful for this day. I wished I never get rid of this taste for the rest of my life. She again took pictures of her foot inside my mouth from different angles and sent them to someone (presumably her boyfriend).
She laughed for a few seconds when she read the WhatsApp reply from that someone. “How does it feel like to have these disgusting feet in your mouth?” she laughed again. I mumbled something with her foot still in my mouth.
I wanted to convey that her feet are not disgusting. I feel lucky to experience that sweat and smell.
“Okay, enough. Now lick my feet,” she said. I licked her feet like a dog with passion and intensity. Licked every inch of her feet. Later I rubbed my face all over her feet. It seemed as if I wanted to absorb every bit of sweat and smell of her feet.
It gave me a strange pleasure that I couldn’t describe. It felt like my worth is only limited to being her slave.
“You can stop now, you loser. Hope you never forget this day and never try to overreach your presence in my life.” She pulled my hair again. She came closer to me and spit with full force. “May this spit, the smell of my armpit, and the sweat of my feet always act as a reminder of your status in my life,” she said.
“And one more time, you try to get close to me or get involved in my love life. You may have my boyfriend’s foot next time in your mouth. Understood?” she added.
The sudden jerk of the train startled me and brought me back to the present. I slowly looked at her from the corner of my eyes. I noticed her having a devilish smile on her face. I immediately regretted my comment under her post a few months back. It may return to haunt me now.
To be continued.