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Red HairThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Nauman Mir | |
| Saturday, 19 January 2008 | |
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Red hair
Late night
"Have you ever done this before?" Sarah slowly moved her fingers through his coarse chest hair. Saleem paused at the question and Sarah felt his warm breath on her neck. He traced the lining of her lips with his index finger. "No." She looked into his eyes to find the truth; she believed that eyes never lied. He continued his soft, wet kisses on her neck. Her breathing gradually became faster and Saleem realized that he had found her weak spot. Everyone had a weak spot; an area that, if stimulated, quickly engulfed the entire body in sensual pleasure. And Saleem knew from experience that for many women, the neck tended to be this area. He was happy that he found Sarah's so quick. The more time he would have taken, the more questions she would have asked. This was Saleem and Sarah's wedding night. They had been engaged for three years but had spoken only at family gatherings due to conservative traditions. This was the first time they had talked in private for about two hours before they had begun exploring each other physically. Can two people who don't love each other, make love? When does having sex turn into making love? These thoughts were going through Saleem's mind as he unzipped the back of her red wedding dress. Her golden shoes were arranged neatly at the side of the bed, without them, she was four inches shorter than him. They matched the gold-thread embroidery on her dress that Saleem hung over the rosewood screen divider in the corner of the room. She felt a slight chill as she lied down and her back touched his chest. He put his hand under her leg and told her to move it up a little. The certainty with which Saleem handled her body and the way he moved from one sexual position to the next guiding her along the way, made Sarah wonder whether this was his first time too. Later, as she let out a loud sigh, he moved up and brought his head closer to her face. "Can I listen to your heart?" "My heart?" "I love the sound of the beating heart" "I guess" she spoke in a bewildered way, still trying to catch her breath. He placed his right ear on her chest and curiously listened as her heart calmed down. The rhythm of the heart always intrigued him. She caressed his cheek with her fingers for some time silently. "Where did you learn to lick so well?" "Did you like it?" "Yes...but that's not the answer to my question." "What-was-your-question?" He prolonged the words as he circled his tongue on the inner side of her right breast. She did not repeat it. "You trust me, right Saleem?" He kept his eyes closed. He never liked talking after sex and it always annoyed him that women wanted to talk afterwards. "Yes." "There is something I have to tell you, something nobody else knows." Saleem moved to his pillow and held her hand. Sarah's lips moved slightly but no words were uttered. After a few moments, she hesitantly began: "It's not easy for me to trust another person and it will take me a long time to trust you. I want to tell you the reason for that from the start.......I know that as Muslims, virginity is very important to us. But I...umm when I was fourteen," tears began to fill her eyes, "I was...was raped, Saleem" she started to cry. Saleem was taken aback at the unexpected confession and gently touched her face. "Nobody in my family knows and I could've hidden it from you but.....I didn't want to.....start our relationship with a lie." She dried her tears with the back of her hand. "That's the reason...the rape...that I have difficulty trusting people, especially men. So my request to you is please, please don't lie to me, ever. No matter how bad something might be, just tell me the truth. That's the only way I can trust you, ok?" "Yes of course" he said in an empathetic voice. "Promise me." "I promise."
They talked for a while afterwards. He comforted her and did not ask how and by whom she was raped. She did mention that she had never had a boyfriend. "I'm gonna ask you just one more question before we sleep. Remember you promised me the truth," A gentle smile made her misty brown eyes shine. "Yes." "Was there a girl in your life, before me?" He gazed towards the wall behind her. A red headed beauty came to his mind, her arms and legs wrapped around him. He remembered the musk like fragrance of her hair. "No." he replied after a moment. Sarah rubbed her hand trustingly on his forearm and turned off the light. She noticed the snow falling in the window. Saleem closed his eyes. He had lied.
Afternoon
The smell of sweat permeated the room. Shannon's hand slipped a little across Saleem's sweaty skin. She placed passionate kisses all over his back and could taste the salt on her lips. Saleem turned around, his eyes filled with passion. "A drink before round two?" "Yes, my darling." Shannon said in that melodic voice Saleem could never resist. He went into the living room and picked up the half-empty bottle of Chardonnay from the coffee table in front of the couch. Literary magazines and newspapers were scattered on the table. Shannon was standing next to the bed drying her armpits with the white sheets as Saleem came back. There was no air-conditioning in the apartment and the hot summer day along with their intense sexual workout was making both of them sweat profusely. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked, like a Celtic goddess. Her ruffled red tresses came down a little below her shoulders. She looked at him with those dreamy blue eyes and held his gaze. He sat down on the bed next to her white satin nighty that she had worn that morning. It had elegant lace embroidery that formed a V-shaped neckline at the bottom of which was a white ribbon tied in a bow. She had picked that colour because she knew that in clothing, Saleem loved shades of white. She drank a little from the bottle and handed it back. He gulped down a larger amount. Chardonnay was very much a part of their relationship. It was their favourite wine and they would always drink it before making love and recently, had started drinking it during as well. "Does it taste sweeter because religion forbids it?" she mischievously asked. "Not as sweet as your lips my dear." "O' you and your charming words...you always know what to say." She pulled him towards her and their lips met. The round tip of her delicate nose bent a little against his. As they parted, Saleem got that taste of oak-seasoned wine from her mouth that he always craved when he and Sarah would make love. Sarah never drank. He had tried to hide his drinking from her and was successful for a few months after their marriage but she eventually found out. They had argued about it. "God will never forgive a person who drinks alcohol" Saleem remembered her saying last month, or was it the month before? He wasn't sure, the same argument had happened over and over. They had grown apart in these four years of marriage due to one reason - she was quite religious, he was not at all. Every tenet of religion that she followed, he defied. "I love drinking with you Shannon." "Me too." "Life is just simple when I'm with you." "You want me to make it complicated?" She gave him a flirtatious look. "We have such great discussions, we like the same books, the same wine, and the love we make...ah, a taste of heaven." "When you're wife can't give you any of the things you like, why did you marry her sweetheart?" "Aah....," he sighed. "A son's duty. A family's reputation. Arrange marriages are made in heaven, they tell me. Mine for sure was made up there." "Did your parents force you to marry her?" "No, but the traditions that hung over me had a lot of implicit force." "I often think about what Sarah would do if she found out about us." He came close to her red curls and rubbed his face against them. "God I love the smell of your hair. Good thing she's gone for the weekend, gives us time to be together." I have a feeling she's suspecting something." "What do you mean?" "When she was leaving, she said to me; ‘Enjoy yourself fully this weekend'. The way she said it...it seemed suspicious." "Hmm.....forget about her. Don't you want to taste me again?" An intended expression of innocence appeared on her face. "I do."
Shannon and Saleem had worked at the same hospital for the past six years. She had felt a tingling attraction from the day they had first met; not just physical but intellectual attraction as well. He was quite well read and her tender heart melted at his eloquent words. He was enamored by her beauty, intelligence, and free-spirited personality. She was everything he wanted in a woman and she satisfied his every depraved sexual urge. Their relationship had continued despite his marriage. Saleem moved on top of her as his right hand dried the perspiration between her breasts. She gripped his hips and squeezed them tightly. Their tongues touched and she tasted the spicy cinnamon flavour of his mouth that she had always liked. "You love me not her, right?" She felt him deep inside. "You are my only true love." He had not lied.
Late night
The key in the lock slowly turned. The door opened without much sound. A shadow walked in and locked the door. With cat-like steps the shadow moved from the kitchen to the bedroom. Something shiny was in its hands. The door was open. The bedroom smelled of alcohol and bodily fluids. Shannon and Saleem lay curled up together, asleep. He held her hand tightly outside the white sheets; an old sleeping habit. An empty wine bottle was on the side table. In the street light coming in through the window, the shadow noticed some stuff scattered on the floor. It bent down and saw used condoms, two different kinds of vibrators, empty packs of lubricants, an unusually long penis sleeve, and a strap-on dildo. All signs of a night spent in earthly pleasures. A loud bang woke Saleem up. The shadow vanished. It was Nida being hit against the wall in the other room. Saleem could hear his father cursing, "Randee...haramzadi...family honour". He couldn't quite make out the words in the middle. "Papa please, I'm sorry!" There was the sound of some objects falling. "Saleem bhai, help me please!" Saleem bit his lower lip as he felt helpless at not being able to save his sister. "So what if she had a boyfriend? She didn't deserve to be beaten. And how could a father call his own 16-year-old daughter a ***** and a bastard?" Saleem thought. The sound of a leather belt lashing across Nida's back several times along with her anguished wails emanated from the room. This had been happening every night that week. He couldn't handle his heart pounding at her cries any more. He put on his robe and finally mustered up the courage to confront his father. He got to the end of the hallway and started shouting at him to stop. A few minutes later, he heard a slashing sound and Nida let out a pain-filled scream that cut through his ears like a knife. The locked door opened; she stumbled outside and fell on the floor, a stream of blood gushed from her throat. "Nida, Nida!!" He turned her around and put her head on his lap. "Don't worry Nida," he spoke loudly. He looked towards the room with confused eyes and saw their father looking outside the window. "What did you do? You...you tried to kill my sister, you...bastard!" Saleem had never sworn at his father who remained motionless. He rested Nida's head on the floor and rushed to get a towel. He covered her wound with it and called 911. "Hello, I need an ambulance, fast, my sister's throat has been cut open. Hurry, please." He told the address as he wondered why Shannon was still in the bedroom. "Shannon! Come out! Don't you see, my sister.....don't worry Nida," he spoke gently as he put her head back on his lap. "I always..." Nida tried to speak but her voice broke off. "Don't talk, don't talk, it'll be ok" Saleem covered her neck with another towel and it quickly became drenched in blood too. Paramedics rushed in and carried her on a stretcher. They sensed a faint pulse and tried to resuscitate her with oxygen but the next few moments were Nida's last. Two police officers-one male, one female-came inside the apartment and asked about what had happened. They noticed the blood on Saleem's pants. He told them the truth. "Where is he?" the female officer asked. "In that bedroom." They came out with Saleem's father handcuffed. Saleem noticed his grayish hair. There were blood stains over the buttoned area of his shirt and right collar. He had his black jacket on, unzipped, sandals underneath that seemed to have drops of blood on them. He looked directly into Saleem's eyes and a grim smile appeared on his face. "It had to be done.....for honour" he said in a deep voice. Saleem could hear his own heartbeat as they walked out of the apartment. He felt a sharp metallic object slide into his chest, in and out, in and out. The unbearable pain woke him up from that recurring dream of the night his sister was killed ten years ago and he screamed at the top of his lungs. Shannon jumped out of bed and saw a shadowy figure thrusting a shiny blade inside Saleem. She screeched loudly and turned on the lights. It was Sarah. She had stabbed Saleem five or six times and now held the long knife in her hands, blood dripped from it on the off-white carpet. Saleem reeled in pain. She looked towards Shannon who noticed her long dark hair covering the sides of her milky white face. Sarah spoke firmly. "Don't scream, you hear me *****. I'm not gonna run away and I'm not gonna hurt you. Ok? Just stay calm. Saleem will die in a few minutes at most. He deserves to. Sit down on the bed and don't move. Sit down, I said!" Shannon sat down, breathing heavily. She looked at Saleem who was gasping for air. His blood was spreading over the entire bed. Sarah continued to speak, knife in hand, dressed in all black. "He deserves to die because he has brought dishonour to me and our family. He broke my trust and for that he needed to be punished. I tolerated his drinking but I cannot forgive that he's been sucking your dirty red-haired **** for God knows how long." She paused; her eyes moved to Saleem and then back to Shannon. "When I told him that I was going to my sister's for the weekend, I knew he would run to you. I needed to see proof. I know you give him all the things I don't. Only white whores like you would do the degrading things he likes to do in bed." Shannon saw her looking towards the sex toys on the floor. "Look at him now, lying dead, naked. I hope you satisfied him well today. Call the police and give me the phone...and put some clothes on." Shannon could feel the sweat dripping down her naked back. Her hands trembled as she dialed the number and gave Sarah the phone, still unable to say anything. It seemed she had lost her voice in the fear that enveloped the room along with the stench of blood. She quickly put on her white nighty and felt a shiver go through her body. "I've just killed my husband. He's dead. This is the address. I'm waiting." Sarah went into the kitchen and dropped the knife in the sink. Shannon looked at Saleem whose eyes like two black stones stared at her face. She moved over and kissed his cheek. She felt the taste of blood on her tongue and heard the sound of a paper crumpling. She lifted her hand and saw the wrinkled love note Saleem had left on her pillow that morning. "Well brunettes are fine/ And blondes are fun/ But you're life's been wasted/ Till you've got down on your knees and tasted/ A red-headed woman/ It takes a red headed woman/ To get the dirty job done. Yours in love and lust, Saleem." Tears streamed down Shannon's face as she read those words again. She heard the sound of police cars approaching in the quiet of the night.
Red Hair © 2008 Nauman Mir Copyright 2008 Nauman Mir |
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