The Sex Files - Part 1
“Chiru, are you sure you’re okay with me going on my own?” Gayatri asked his boyfriend Chirag, ready to leave for Mumbai. “It’s okay, Gaya. I trust you. Bye!” Chirag ‘Chiru’ said, smiling. Soon, Gayatri ‘Gaya’ left, dressed in a mostly white colored salwar kameez with a narrow neck, short sleeves and buttons in the back. Similar to what she always wore to work. Gayatri was a 28-year-old accountant working at an office in Kochin, Kerala. She had worked there since she was 26. Hailing from Mumbai, Gayatri was rather fair compared to a typical girl in Kerala. She maintained a 34-28-36 body, thanks to her regular workouts. Her height was 5’7″. She had a Keralite boyfriend named Chirag since she started working in Kochin. Gayatri’s hometown was Mumbai. Her cousin Anvi, who was 32 years old, was visiting from the US. Anvi’s hometown was Delhi. During this visit, Anvi had also planned to visit Gayatri in Mumbai. Initially, Gayatri had planned to go to Mumbai from Kochin through the 8.35 am non-stop flight that would have taken her to Mumbai by 10:35 am the same day. But the flight was a few days away from the day she had planned to land in Mumbai. Thus, if she had waited for that flight, she would have missed Anvi altogether. So she decided to take the 9.05 am flight in the morning, which had a 10:05 layover at Bangalore from 10:25 am to 8:30 pm. Then, she would be able to reach Mumbai by 10:15 pm the same day. So, Gayatri left Kochin with her handbag and her traveling bag with wheels. The first part of the journey was uneventful. Gayatri landed in Bangalore and left the terminal. While she was leaving, she heard a man calling her name. “Gayatri!” a man called her from behind. She turned back. A young man, who was about as old as Gayatri, came towards her. He had a full beard all over his face, and although slim, he did look like a strong man. He was about 5’9″ tall. He was wearing a short-sleeved baggy t-shirt and denim pants with shoes. He had a traveling bag similar to Gayatri’s. “Can you recognize me?” the man asked. “Adnan!” Gayatri said at once with her eyes wide open. Adnan was Gayatri’s boyfriend when she was in high school. After high school, he went to study at a college in West Bengal. Thus the two lost connections. “Oh, I’m so happy to see you again,” Gayatri said, hugging Adnan. Adnan hugged Gayatri back. The two released each other afterward. “So, Adnan, what are you doing here in Bangalore?” “Oh, just visiting some cousins. After that, I’m taking the 8:30 pm flight to Mumbai…to visit more cousins.” “Wow!” Gayatri exclaimed. “Hey, you know what, I think we both are taking the same flight. I’m also taking an 8.30 pm flight to Mumbai.” “I think it doesn’t work like that, but maybe we are. Who knows? “By the way, Gayatri, I have to say, you look… different.” “Haha, what do you mean ‘different’?” “I mean, you look fitter. Your body seems to be in better shape and…even stronger,” Adnan said, smiling. “Thanks. You also seemed different. I couldn’t even recognize you at first.” “Oh, by the way, do you have any plans until 8:30 pm? It’s a long time, I guess.” “I was thinking about taking a hotel room. What about you?” “Yeah, same. Hey, you know what? I know a guy at a hotel in Bangalore. Whenever I go there, he allows me to stay in a room, free of charge.” “Come on, that’s ridiculous. You’re bullshitting with me, aren’t you?” “Why would I bullshit with you? Okay, how about this? You come with me, and I’ll do it and show you, okay?” “I’ll not be able to take a room at any hotel if I get that late!” “Come on, Gayatri, have I ever caused trouble to you?” “Except for that one time when we were caught making out in the classroom, no.” “Haha, yeah. But that was it, right?” “Okay, then, I’ll come to the hotel.” By about 11:00 am, the two were at the hotel that Adnan was referring to. “Looks like there’s no rush today,” Adnan said, looking around. There wasn’t anyone at the receptionist, and very few people were around. “Adnan Bhaiya! Salam Alaikum!” the receptionist happily called Adnan. “Alaikum Salam, Bashir Bhai!” Adnan responded with a smile walking towards Bashir, the receptionist. Gayatri followed him. “Welcome back! Hey, who’s this? Your girlfriend?” Bashir asked in Urdu, to which Adnan also replied in Urdu. “Oh, no, she’s an old friend. Hey, can she also get a room here today? She’ll be leaving at about 8.00 pm?” Bashir went from funny to serious in a moment. “Look,” he slowly said, bending a little forward. “I’m already risking my neck trying to let you stay here for free. I can’t extend that to another woman unless you both stay in the same room.” “Uhh, what do I do now?” Adnan murmured. Meanwhile, Gayatri didn’t understand much of what Adnan and Bashir spoke. She called Adnan. “Adnan, what’s wrong?” “It’s a little awkward, Gayatri,” Adnan started talking. Adnan explained the situation to Gayatri. Gayatri thought. Should she stay in the same room with a man she was no longer in an intimate relationship with? After Gayatri met Chirag, she had never had sex with another man, so she thought for a few seconds. “Okay, we shall manage it somehow,” she finally said. “You…sure about this?” Adnan asked in a somewhat surprised tone. “Yeah,” Gayatri said. “Okay, I’ll take the room then,” Adnan said, turning back towards Bashir. “Go to that corridor,” Adnan said to Gayatri, showing her a corridor that started from the reception hall. “Walk all the way towards the other end. The room is the one towards your right hand side. Wait there. I’ll be there soon.” Gayatri waited in the room. Within minutes, Adnan was there. “Okay, let’s go in,” Adnan said, unlocking the door.