Broken into a 1000 Pieces

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Welcome to city of Romance

Sahil was an important asset to his organization. Spending eight years in the organization and being close to his manager resulted in his traveling to different countries for professional responsibilities. After last year’s trip to the UK, this time it was his turn to visit the city widely known for its flavored kiss.

He had boarded the connecting flight from Mumbai to take him to his destination when the air hostess greeted him. In his life, he had never felt an air hostess to be so beautiful. By the way, he had recently gone through a rough breakup, and any girl who gave him a smile seemed more beautiful than his ex

In the row ahead, a French couple appeared completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to the rest of the passengers on the flight. They were involved in exchanging kisses, each one more passionate than the last, evoking memories for Sahil of a rainy day when he shared a playful kiss with his girlfriend, teasing her about the novel she had been reading.

Despite the occasional gentle interruptions by the air hostesses for various requests, Sahil found his heartache only intensified by the reminders of his recent breakup. The long flight seemed even lengthier this time, weighed down by thoughts of his ex that refused to disappear. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, he arrived in the city of romance: Paris.

New found infatuation

The continuous cold breeze in the air, mixed with a silent romanticism and slight rain in Paris, kept Sahil’s breakup memories fresh, giving him a hard time both professionally and personally. One day he found himself needing to visit the nearest bank for some financial matters.

Upon arrival to bank, he noticed people talking with a girl at the bank counter in French, adding more worries to his situation as he still hadn’t mastered the French language. Approaching the bank counter hesitantly, he greeted the girl in English, to his relief, she responded similar way. She was wearing a tight single dress, very uncommon for female employees in Indian banks

In the next few minutes, she resolved all the financial queries he had. But more than receiving customer satisfaction from her, Sahil found himself getting more relaxation from his heartache. Her blue eyes and her efforts to justify her answers to Sahil’s queries made it hard for him not to get absorbed in the moment.

Before leaving, he read her name as Julia on her nameplate. He couldn’t sleep that night, not remembering his ex, but the time he spent at the bank. Her face, her eyes, her lips, her upper beauty assets, and the curves of her pelvis were all clearly making their presence in his mind repeatedly, making it hard for him to sleep. Finally, the night took hold of his eyes only when he allowed himself to melt down in his newfound infatuation.

Night Life

On a long weekend, Sahil planned to explore the nightlife in Paris. Once he reached the Eiffel Tower, on one side there were young couples dancing on a cruise floating in the Seine River, and on the other side, the multicolored lights glowing on the Eiffel Tower added another dimension to the night. Sahil was accompanied by his roommate, and they both boarded a cruise.

Soft music, the lights of the cruise reflecting on the river water, the slow movement of the cruise, and young couples dancing closely, engrossed in an affectionate display of romance, was what the night was all about. A girl who seemed quite interested approached Sahil.

She asked if he wanted to join her on the dance floor, to which Sahil obliged. Although the girl seemed quite fluent with her moves, Sahil was trying hard to match her steps, but he couldn’t to any extent. The girl asked if Sahil was not offering her any drinks. He ordered some drinks for both of them. After trying for a while, he stood still, enjoying his drink while the girl kept dancing around.

After a while, she started dancing quite close to his body, almost touching her hips to Sahil’s body, which he did not enjoy. Triggered by the thoughts of his recent infatuation, he left the place without spending much time there.

That long night

It had become a kind of routine for Sahil to visit the bank every alternate week for some work, hoping to see Julia. Sahil was in the local store to purchase a few drinks for the night when he saw a kid of 3-4 years asking his mother for candy.

Trying not to be noticed, he peeked at the boy and his mother from behind and felt a sense of recognition for the mother. When he was in the queue to get billed, the boy and the mother reached the counter. Her voice seemed familiar to him. When he slightly turned back to see the kid, he saw Julia in the queue.

Still recovering from a heartbreak, this whole setup was again not adding any relaxation to his condition. After an initial greeting with a heavy heart, he asked Julia what her husband does? Although uncomfortable to share, but confident not to hide, she mentioned that she has been separated from her husband for a few years.

He gently patted the kid on the forehead and left the store. Every encounter with Julia these days was adding increased momentum to his heartbeat. Whenever he saw her while passing by the bank on his way to and from his office and residence, it became increasingly challenging day by day to resist his urge to talk to her, to be around her, to notice her hair, to feel the warmth of her presence.

Every time her visibility triggered all the emotions he had been suppressing since his breakup. Unsure whether she felt the same or not, whether she had similar feelings or had suppressed her feelings after her divorce, all of this was unknown to him. That night felt long for him.

Invitation

It was Sahil’s birthday, and he had taken a day off from the office. He started his day immersed in laziness, forgetting all the challenges he was facing personally and professionally. Scrolling down on social media sites and having hot tea was the ideal morning for him. This time, he sent a friend request to Julia. He was having a sip of tea when he received a notification.

It read, “Julia has accepted your friend request.” He was finishing his tea when he received another notification of warm birthday message from her. He took this opportunity and messaged her with heartfelt thanks for her wishes. She asked, “Where is the treat?” He replied, “Wherever you want.” Hours passed by, it was 2 PM, and he had not received any reply back from her.

Sahil was talking to his family over a video call when he received a notification again. She had replied with the question, “Side yards of Louvre, 8 PM?” He affirmed. He was not expecting a counter invitation to meet when he should have invited her first. They both exchanged their numbers.

Every passing hour was getting tougher for him now as he waited to meet her without delay. It was 6 PM, and Sahil called Julia to confirm if she was joining tonight. She asked back if he really wanted to take her out for dinner or not; this time her tone had a mischievousness different from what she used to carry at the bank.

It’s 7 P.M. Sahil reached the nearest metro station where they agreed to meet. While waiting for Julia on the metro platform, he saw a young couple standing in the corner, hugging and kissing each other. Without staring too much, with guilty pleasure, he enjoyed the passionate display of romance that was around, which was not always common in public places back in his country.

He was immersed in his thoughts when Julia appeared and said, “Don’t get carried away; young people know no boundaries here.” She had seen Sahil from a distance, noticing the young couple a few times.

Oh, you’re here,” Sahil replied. His response was mixed with both admiration for the beauty Julia exuded that night and the happiness of her presence, which he had eagerly awaited for the past few days. She wished him a happy birthday again and handed him a gift box, joking, “Open it when I’m not around.” They boarded the metro.

One last time, Sahil turned back to look at the young couple who were still engrossed in their own world, their hands still at play in the slight darkness around. Julia patted Sahil on the shoulder, asking him not to disturb them with his frequent glances. They both smiled and left for the Louvre.

Desire to be Clicked

On the courtyards of the Louvre Museum, an ecstatic and royal corridor was being developed as a restaurant. All the paintings and the visual of the Louvre Pyramid glazing in the lights from the restaurant made this place even more romantic.

When they reached the restaurant, Julia informed Sahil she would join him soon. Sahil was over the moon with the venue Julia had chosen for his birthday celebration. It had been a long time since he had been on such an intimate dinner. Lost in his thoughts, he looked down the corridor, where he saw Julia coming towards him. As he looked at her, his eyes froze.

She had removed her long coat. The dress on her highly curved feminine body was competing with any young girl present there. Slowly, she moved towards Sahil. Julia murmured teasingly, ‘Will you stop staring and order something to eat?’ To which Sahil, rubbing his hair, replied shyly that he had ordered wine for them. Julia nodded in affirmation.

They both shared a light moment, being immersed in the excitement of getting to know each other. When the wine was served , Julia raised a toast to his birthday once again. He couldn’t have asked for a better celebration.

Hours went by, and the effects of multiple drinks were quite visible on them. Julia asked Sahil to drop her home. Sahil inquired if her kid was at home, to which she informed him that she had dropped him off at her mom’s place for the night. They booked a cab for their way back home. The cab was taking them through the heart of Paris city.

As they were crossing the Eiffel Tower, Julia put her hand on Sahil’s thigh and expressed her desire to be photographed in front of it. With her touch suddenly, blood started flowing from his head to his toes but soon they stopped at the Eiffel Tower. She dropped her coat on the ground, posed erotically in front of the Eiffel Tower to be clicked. Sahil took her phone to capture the moment. By now, the wine had an exponential effect on Julia’s beauty and on Sahil’s mind.

Her eyes were more intoxicating, her cheeks had turned pink. Suddenly, her dress felt tighter on her body. After clicking Julia, Sahil moved near her to hand over her phone, but this time he kissed her on her neck. She moved closer to him, not wanting to be stopped. They both were unstoppable now, finding different ways to kiss each other. It was the pure French kiss Sahil was experiencing with a French girl under the shadows of the Eiffel Tower on a beautiful moonlit night.

While on their way to Julia’s home, they were inseparable. When they reached Julia’s home, they both knew there was no one inside to disturb them. Without wasting time, they were inside Julia’s house, finding ways to not remain even a bit distant. The warmth of their bodies was enough to dispel any chill coming their way while consumed wholly by each other.

While Julia wanted to forget the responsibilities she had been carrying single-handed since she got separated, in exchange of some pleasure for her in that moment, Sahil wanted to erase any thought left in his mind of his ex. Their movements started syncing with each other, their heartbeats matching in rhythm, their breaths mixing with each other’s, and their lips completing the taste of each other’s. Excited by their aroused sexual tension, they both melted into each other’s arms.

Julia, tired from her efforts, slipped slowly into bed and fell asleep peacefully. Sahil, while looking at her, felt that she had not slept with this comfort in a long time. This is when his eyes went to the box Julia had handed over in the evening.

He quietly unwrapped the gift and opened the box. Inside was a wooden craft depicting a well-suited guy holding a girl in his arms upwards in front of Eiffel Tower. The girl was bending her neck to reach the boy’s lips, and below it was written ‘Je Vous Aime’. His heart did not want to be broken into a 1000 pieces again this time. He slipped down near Julia, kissed her forehead, and turned off the lights.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.