First and foremost I would like to thank my fellow author
sweetdreamssss
for proposing this idea. Her insights on this write were incredibly helpful. The tale is written by me and my fingers which are too tired to type a few words for themselves. I am typing this with my toes. I promise.
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"Hey Rivan, Your order is ready for delivery. It's your last order. It's already paid."
Rivan looked around. He has a good judge of character. Faces filled with joy, sadness, and anxiety were all around. Friends hanging out together, new couples, awkward first date, single soul sitting in the corner staring at his phone screen while savoring every bite of extra cheese chicken fiesta pizza, as if the stereotypical restaurant vibes aren't stereotypical anymore.
It was a chilly December night. He changed to his normal clothes as he already knew that this order was going to be last order for today. He bid farewell and grabbed the pizza carefully enough not to spoil the toppings. He already made the mistake at the start of his job. And he surely didn't want to spoil the night of the poor soul who is probably so hungry that he/she is ready to eat the crust of the pizza like a panda eats the bamboo tree.
He put on his jacket and zipped up his delivery bag to keep the pizza nice and hot just like you want your woman on your bed. Nice and hot and probably tied up so she doesn't run when you bite her while trying to eat her up. The traffic was coming to a halt. He looked inside again to see his colleagues making the dough. Being a huge Gordon Ramsay fan, he whispered inside his mind, "yeah, spread it, season it and add a little bit of olive oil. Just like that." Well, that's what he thought. A smile appeared on his face realizing that he said it out loud instead of thinking about it.
Rivan put up his helmet, ignited the engine and started his journey towards the last customer of the day. It was his usual route. The 60-year-old vendor was still there. He has been there for the last 20 years, doing what he does best, making Jalebi. With a shawl around his head, an old thick sweater looking like rag piece. But the smile was still there. It reminded of his father. Always smiling, working hard in a textile factory to earn his daily bread. Both of his parents lost their lives in an accident six months back leaving a Rivan behind. A 20-year young man still figuring out his life.
"Oh, I am already here. Made it in 23 minutes. Is it the correct address?" He checked his phone to reassure himself. It was.
It was a luxury bungalow in the more posh part of the town. Probably made by skilled engineers with two-story residence, beautiful high arched windows, A long driveway with hideous tiles design and wired cameras. A house he dreams about, the kind of house where he sees himself in the coming forty years.
*Ding*
Rivan was looking around admiring the deep white-walled porch full of flawless glass work when the door opened in a motion slower than a sloth movement. A face appeared out of the darkness. A beautiful face with short wavy black hair, dull eyes under a wonderful pair of Garamond glasses.
" Here's your pizza ma'am."
"Thanks" She replied with a miserable smile. "Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Sure, Anything"
"Can you buy me a pack of Budweiser from the store? It's just one Km away."
"Damn it." Rivan cursed his luck." it's already late. I should get going."
"Please, I need it."
"I understand. But my manager will kill me if I indulge in anything other than pizza delivery."
"I am sure he'll kill you if you get a bad review. The choice is yours."
"Bitch," Rivan muttered under his breath. "Such a drag. I just want to go home and sleep, man''.But it was the fatigue talking. He reluctantly agreed when he thought of the potential tip and his inability to protest. The glumness on her face was enough to sound an alarm in Rivan's mind that something's wrong.
"Sure thing. I'll be right back." He replied with a polite smile.
The state she was in was constantly worrying Rivan. A series of dark thoughts were wandering around his mind. "Maybe she failed in a subject." "Maybe she broke off with her boyfriend." "Maybe she threw the banana instead of the peel. hehe," Rivan grinned like an Idiot. The sudden realization of the shop keeper looking at him grinning like an Idiot brought him back to the world of the living. He put the pack in his bag and took a deep breath.
"How long do I have to work like a fucking donkey?" The daily routine of him included waking up at 5 am, get freshen up and teach 8th graders for the next three hours till 9 AM. Have a little breakfast and attend college for the next six hours. The college canteen was pretty shite. But an empty stomach makes everything taste better. And his pizzeria job started at 4 PM. He hardly got any time to relax. A humble beginning as they say. It's not humble. It's hard. A lot of thoughts hit you like a fucking tsunami. If you don't have the power to handle it and you succumb to it you are worthless. That's how it's been since his parent's death. They inspired him. Without them, he is lost. Despite having countless problems thrown at him, he never let the curve of happiness left his lips. And that's what she'll be witnessing when she opens the door for him in this melancholic night.
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"Did I do anything wrong? Don't do this to me. I am begging you" Tears rolled down her cheeks as she typed furiously.
"NO matter what you say to convince me, It won't change the fact that I am in love with her."
"But what about everything we had?"
"Stop bothering me. Or else you'll regret it."
"Please don't do anything. I'll stop."
*You can't reply to this conversation.*
*This number is not accepting calls.*
The marathon of texting was relentless. Her finish line was to get answers. Her fingers ran like a champion marathoner. Like it's her last run. And about him, Well fuck him. What kind of monster breakups on the text.
The tsunami of sadness was back at it again. Doing what it does best. Waves of anxiety, sadness, self-doubt, fear, self-loathing ruptured her to the core. She questioned her future, her choices, her worth, and her future. As if the world evolving around her came to an abrupt stop. The situation was way beyond her control.
"If I try to contact him, he'll share my nudes with his friend. Should I beg him to not do it.?" She thought to herself. " If I try to get in touch, he will share my pictures. No, I have to think of something else."
She pretended to be strong for a moment. But she couldn't anymore. Every time she tried to look at it positively, her feelings betrayed her. It's been three days since she shed a tear. Time passed in a blink of an eye.
"I can't take it anymore. Every moment has been hell for me. I don't know how I can survive this. None of the friends reached out to me. I just can't."
5.30 PM Dec 23rd.
Misha woke up with her wavy brunette balayage hair spread around on her favorite pillow-like fireworks in the sky. IT wasn't perfect. She didn't shower for the last two days. There was a stoical grin on her face accompanied by some dark circles around her eyes. Her parents were on a business trip. Like every other day of this year. And the last year. And the year before that. After a while, Misha just got used to it. She was used to the silence surrounding her every day. This was just like any other day. "The house will remain the same as before after it loses another member today." She thought.
Every thought she had led her to the same conclusion. The thought of death fascinated her. She felt no emotion or regrets. She decided a fate for herself that people have no control over. The sweet release of death. Wanting to taste the flavor of this forbidden food she sets out on a journey to make her remaining hours in the earth worthwhile.
She stepped inside the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled floor, Steam filling as soon as she cut the shower on. The water pours and drips by her sides. She bathed herself gently as the drops slowly made their way to her bare peanut butter truffle toned breasts. She remained still to let the drops touch her face and ravish her. She closed her eyes as soon as the drops slid down to the junction of her thighs. Her right hand made it's way to her pussy. The tip of her finger kissed her inner lips and a series of pictures crossed her mind.
Imagining every moment she had with her only partner broke her again, little by little. Every shove of her partner's length was mediocre and it lacked something. She realized that there was never love. It was all lust. The tsunami left its mark. It won't be fading anytime soon. She came out of the shower naked. Her time was near. What better way to spend it than good ol' large double cheese chicken pizza with some beer? But that's not the only thing she had in her mind. Every shag she had with her Ex-Boyfriend felt off. For the last time, she wanted to be in charge. She desired a slave and prey, that moves as she please, do what she says. And the thought of whoever comes through that door will enjoy her body, made her honeypot tingle.
*Ding*
"Well, that's one good looking fella for pizza delivery guy." She thought to herself.
"He doesn't know what's about to hit him."
Standing in front of her was Rivan. Heavy lidded coal eyes, five a clock shadow that compliments his square face, Completely oblivious of what's in her mind.
