Love Song for No One-1

Lying in her bed, staring at the clock as if watching the seconds become minutes and minutes turn into hours then into days. It might have been weeks, she had lost the track of time a while back. For her there was no particular reason to get up from the bed in the morning. She had lost two of the most important men in her life, one who loved her dearly and another whom she loved madly and that too within a few days. She wasn’t always like this, being in bed all day; keep staring at the walls hoping someday most probably this pain will go away. But now she had her doubts if it is ever going to be ok. If she was ever going back to the way she used to be before it all happened. Having all this in her mind started giving her headache and without any specific reason she started to cry remembering all those moment when she felt alive.

About a month back

“For the last time Ira… I am coming back within two three weeks. You are behaving as if I am going for ever” Kiaan said.

“I know I know, but you won’t understand. What if you found someone else there? What if she is prettier than me?” she said making a pout.

“Very funny” he said grinning. “Even if I found someone prettier than you, I would tell her that there is a girl who has my heart, so stay away from me. I am a one women man and I am spoken for”

“I know you boys. Just tell lies to keep the girl happy, simple as that. I know you would jump on the first opportunity to get in bed with another girl.”

“Oh! Is that so??? But Ira what if you find a cuter guy than me? I know hypothetically because practically I don’t think that is possible but still, what would you do??” he said winking.

“I won’t. I am not going to another city to attend some stupid workshop, you are.”

“All right madam, enough of this fight. My train is leaving to I should be going now” he said and he leaned over to kiss her forehead.

“All right but keep yourself away from pretty women” she said trying to sound like she meant it but she too knew he would never cheat on her.

“I will try my best” he said winking. “Love you”

“Let’s see what you say when you come back” she said putting her tongue out as if to tease her.

He saw it and did the same as if they were saying goodbyes in their own way.

Kiaan was Ira’s boyfriend for as long as she remembered. Their parents were family friends so they spend their whole childhood together. When did friendship ended and love began, no one seemed to remember. Remembering would be waste of time none the less. The important thing was they loved each other. Kiaan’s father was the manager of the bakery in which Ira’s father was the head chef. They were practically family. Ira and Kiaan were engaged to be married and everybody was happy about it, but Kiaan had to go to the city for a training program which didn’t go down with Ira very well. But what had to be done had to be done. Kiaan was gone for the summer and Ira was left alone.

She wasn’t really the one who would sulk about being alone and cry with the memory of her and Kiaan together. She was a big girl and she got all together and got to work. Usually Kiaan handled the bakery since his father wasn’t doing well and Ira used to serve, not that she was the waitress, but just because she wanted to be with Kiaan.

But all of this was going to change soon and no one really could have predicted that. Zev, son of the owner of the bakery was coming back the next day. Zev wasn’t the best guy you will ever meet in your life. He was self-centered, egoistic and a player. He had a way to charm the ladies to get them into his bed before anyone could even realize. He had a good built, blue eyes and a deep voice but along with that he had a special thing, he was a charmer. He could even say something to offend you and just smile and you wouldn’t be worried about it. He was the bad guy of the area.

A few days later,

Zev along with his friends entered the bakery to get something to eat at the time when it was about to close, but naturally he owned it so he had to be catered. As they entered the gate, Ira was working on some other table. He got down and asked for a waiter and since Ira was the closest one, she went to him. They didn’t know each other as Zev had left much before Ira and her family came live in the area, so she had no idea who he was.

“Hi, How may I help you??” she said with a smile.

“Well, there are many ways but as this is a public place, I would not recommend it”

“Excuse me?” she said quite surprised, but she wasn’t the one to hold back.

“Do you always wear a dress like that or just in here to get more tips??” he said pointing towards Ira’s short skirt.

“I don’t get tips.” She said, firmly.

“With a body like that, you don’t need any” he said, winking. All of his friends started laughing.

She looked at one of his friends who was laughing and said, “I know you all are laughing so that Mr. Richie Rich here will pay the bill”. And the laughing stopped.

“How do you know I am rich??” he was confused.

“Let me see your hands, by the way you know that’s man’s hand have directly proportional relationship with their reproductive organ??” she said as he showed his hands. She smiled because she knew she had him.

“Yeah, so??” he asked feeling dumb.

“Well, with hands that small, you better be rich.” She said, grinning proudly as if she had just tamed a wild stallion.

“I like you. Give me your number.” He said, just like that.

“I am a good girl. I don’t give my number to strangers.”

“You are not a good girl, that’s way I want your number” he said, smiling.

Ira looked at his face, not carefully now. His perfect cheek bones, the perfect hair, the perfect teeth, the perfect smile and above all his eyes and she felt something. Something she had never felt before. It was something warm, just near the abdominal region. It wasn’t painful, though there was a little discomfort, but there was a certain soothing effect to it. She closed her eyes for a second as if to enjoy the moment but suddenly reality flashed by as she heard his friends laughing again.

She walked off and asked another waiter to attend to them. She stormed into the kitchen where his father was working. He went near him and stopped as if she wanted to see Zev again. She turned around and saw him laughing with his friends. She thought about his eyes again and she started to feel the same warm feeling again. This time her father interrupted.

“What was Master Zev saying to you??”

“Zev?? You know him father??”

“Of course, he is the son if the owner. But I don’t think you have ever seen him, so what were you guys talking about??

“Ummm nothing really.” As she looked back one more time, all she could remember was his eyes; there was something in them, something that pulled her towards him. She didn’t understand it, but she was sure it was not a good thing.

It has been some days since that incident happened, but she could never stop obsessing about him. She didn’t remember how many times she rolled onto her bed thinking about that brief moment of pleasurable pain Zev’s eyes made her experience, and at some weeks moment she fantasized about what his touch would do to her. She knew it was wrong, but she thought of it as general no harm fantasizing.

Zev had been to the bakery many times, always with a new lady friend and always getting a little more hands-y than required, sometimes Ira felt bad, sometimes even felt jealous but she didn’t give it much thought. She had Kiaan, but she could swear Zev enjoyed taking his lady friends to the bakery so that Ira could see that she made a mistake by not giving him her number.

Zev’s father had planned a homecoming party to celebrate the return of his son and had invited everyone involved with the bakery. Naturally Ira had to go, half because she wanted to see Zev again, and half because she wanted to see who he would bring with him today.