Burning Ashes

EVA

The colourful lights gleamed, lighting the corridor. The loud, Hard Metallic songs burst in my ears as I approached the bar. And there on a stool was she.

Maira.

“ So, the buttery is up.” A drunken smile crept over her face as she saw me.

“ You should reduce drinking, May.” I chuckled, “ Where are the others?”

“ I am here.” I turned to see Det standing beside my stool.

“ About Gray and Saira?” I asked him.

“ They got chicks to Fuck, Eva,” he said and I nodded. “ Beer, Vodka, or Tequila?”

“ Two Shots of Vodka, Det.” His gaze lingered on me before he sat on a stool beside me and ordered Vodka for me and Tequila for him. Within a while, the bartender served us our drinks. I took one shot, gulping it down in one go. My throat burned, eyes moistened with the unknown taste of this heavy drink. I never had Vodka before.

“ Did anything happen with Farhan?” I stared at him at his sudden question. “ I mean, you don’t frequently drink. You always go with a soft drink.”

I took another shot, holding the glass like a prized relic, turning it slowly in my hand. Vodka spiraled within, a miniature storm under my control, while his words sliced through the air, sharp and uninvited.

‘ You know, it’s because of that Bet and now I also want to know how a virgin pussy feels like.’

“ Is it Farhan, Eva?” He asked again, taking a sip from his cup.

“ He cheated. …He- He is a Fraud.” I said, my gaze fixed on the glass.

“ When did you got to know?” He asked his gaze burning with fury. The incident that I was trying hard to forget came in front of my eyes. “ Eva, I asked when.”

“ Today,” I gulped down the second shot, but now the taste was familiar; it felt good. I kind of liked it. “ Two more shots, please” I asked the bartender.

“ No more shots, Eva. You have a flight tomorrow.”

“Two more shots won’t harm that much that I would miss the flight,” I said, gesturing to the bartender to give me two more shots.

“Yeah, and then your father will unleash hell on me for letting his daughter get drunk—again,’ he grumbled. ‘You’ve got the alcohol tolerance of a feather, and I can already tell you’re tipsy. Last time was a complete disaster.’’

A chuckle slipped past my lips as a smug smile tugged at the corners. Oh, that night, Dad nearly buried his entire basketball career just because he found me drunk and assumed the worst. The man looked like he’d walked into a crime scene. Saving him from that mess? Felt like I’d just won a war without lifting a weapon.

“ Seems like the great Dante Russo is intimidated by my father?”

“ Dear bestie, your father is very intimidating when it comes to his little princess.” He ruffled my hair. “ I wonder if we would be able to find out any corpse if your dad get to know about that shit.”A dry chuckle left my mouth.

“ Need to go to the washroom and will take leave then,” I said, getting up from the stool as he nodded, sipping his drink. I walked towards the washroom at the end of the corridor, and the world seemed to spin a little cuz I am a little tipsy.The muffled moans of strangers echoed through the space, loud enough to rise over the low thrum of music. I just hope someone isn’t fucking inside the washroom.

“ Come on, baby, don’t be ridiculous.” A familiar male voice interrupted my ear as I was getting closer to the washroom.

“ You mean, ah-ah, you don’t love her?”

“ Love isn’t a word in my dictionary for her darling, its fuck. And that only belongs to you, only you. She was just a bet , and Farhan doesn’t loose, baby.”

My breath got stuck in my throat, maybe I am mistaken because of intoxication. I pushed the washroom door open. A girl was sitting on the slab, her breasts on show and her red body con dress falling loosely on her waist and barely covering her ass. And in front of her was him. Farhan, the person whom I claimed to love with my life before today, shirtless, with his dick stuck inside that girl. His eyes went horror as he saw me standing in front of the washroom door, which he forgot to lock.

“ Love, it’s not how you think.” He looked at me, trying to divert me, but alas, he didn’t know that I had heard his conversation with Rafi at the cafe today.

“ That word doesn’t suit you, Mr. Farhan Azad.” With that, I turned on my heels and walked away. His constant calling of my name increased the recklessness in me, and the intoxication wasn’t helping me much. He wanted me because I was a virgin and for his bet.

“ Eva, wait. Listen to me. Let me explain. I - uh …”

I paced, his sound slowly disappearing from my sight. The corridor stretched forward, I noticed a guy in a baby blue shirt and black pants sipping on his drink, leaning against the rail by his back in the empty corridor.

I grabbed the stranger by his collar and placed my lips on his. Farhan’s voice faded. He wants me for his damn bet and I will make sure he looses it infront of his eyes. Maybe I am intoxicated, maybe I am mistaken, but I want to make this mistake.

A sound of glass shattering echoed, matching the rhythm of my shattered trust, the feeling I called Love. The stranger guy pulled me by my waist crushing me between a hard chest and hands wrapped around my back. His lips moved against mine, spreading fire across my body. His tongue licked the parting of my lips, asking for entrance, as I granted he entered my mouth, exploring every part of it in some seconds. He tasted like Beer and felt like fire. I glanced at Farhaan side eyes. He was looking at me, shocked, too shocked. My breath became heavy.

“ Breath, Butterfly, breath.” He said, pulling himself. I looked at him, he was a stranger, yet it felt like I had known those Coffee brown eyes for ages. He felt like something I needed for ages, craving throughout my life..

The kiss was intense, my body didn’t react negatively like I would with Farhan, and I am glad for it. I don’t know what is awaiting ahead, but for the last time, I want to commit this sin, the final Sin of trusting someone.

“One-night stand?” I asked as his eyes darkened with something unknown, like something deep was burning inside his soul. His hold tightened, pulling me more towards him.

“Who could ever deny a beautiful young lady like you?” This time, it wasn’t just fire, it was something darker, more electric, that snapped in his eyes. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer with raw intent. Our feet moved, but our lips stayed locked, refusing to break the heat.Then—click—the door shut behind us. We were alone, and I knew exactly where we were.

“ Think it, Butterfly. Once you step in, there is no going back.” He said, parting our lips. Our breaths mingled, gaze matched.

“ I don’t move back,” I said, his lips attacked my neck. He didn’t kiss, he bit.

“ ishshh, Don’t mark.” I hissed.

“ I don’t leave anything unmarked.” He husked against my skin. The very second he moved back, his eyes sweeping over me like a slow burn, leaving me confused over his next step.

“Strip,” he said. My heart raced inside.

“Same goes for you,” I replied, matching his tone. He tugged off his shirt, muscles flexing beneath the dim light. One brow lifted—an unspoken dare.I slipped out of my dress, his gaze devouring every inch.

In the next breath, I was on the bed, tossed like a secret he couldn’t wait to unravel. His belt cinched around my wrists, held firm by one hand. The other peeled away every remaining barrier, layer by layer, until there was nothing left between us but something electric, unrevealed, begging to be unleashed..

And there I was—stripped bare under the gaze of a stranger. A man whose name I didn’t know, and who knew nothing of me beyond this moment.

His knuckles dragged over my skin like a slow threat, until they reached the edge of something forbidden. I shivered beneath his touch.

Then, without warning, his finger slipped inside me, which tore a moan from my throat before I could swallow it. My body tensed, trembling under a rush of sensation too sharp to be soft. A rush of sensation, foreign yet intoxicating, crashed over me. He touched places I never imagined, awakened feelings I never knew existed. A rush of sensation, foreign yet intoxicating, crashed over me.

“ So tight, aren’t we?” he inserted his index along with the middle finger in the second thrust and the in the third his ring finger followed. My walls stretched as his three digits paced inside followed by my wild moans. A strange sensation twisted in my stomach as he withdrew his fingers, leaving me in a tangled mess of unsatisfied hunger.

Our gaze met, and he climbed down the bed. Grabbing the hem of his pant, he pulled it down along with his boxers. His big cock stood erect. I gulped. It is big. Pulling out a condom from the drawer, tearing the packet with his teeth, he rolled it over his cock.

“ Are you a virgin?” He asked, flexing his naked glory, I choose silence. He hovered over me, his presence consuming, as he aligned himself against my core.

Slowly, he pushed inside, and a sharp cry escaped my lips as pain clamped down, leaving me breathless. My hands were pinned above my head, trapped by the weight of his grip. A will to grip something tight, destroy something took over me, but caged by his hand I was left undone.

The rhythm of his thrusts grew faster, more demanding, and something twisted inside me—was it pain? Pleasure? Or something darker, more sinister that I couldn’t define? The night spiraled out of control, filled with mistakes, regret, and a kind of pleasure that felt almost like an undoing.

| And the last thing I remember from that night was the smell of cigarettes. |