Story of Sathya

One Night Stand on a New Year Night – 2011

One Night Stand on a New Year Night – 2011 is a work of fiction

one night stand

Click to read part 1 and part 2 of the one-night stand series, which starts my blogging year 😉 

Monday ->Piyali.

Tuesday->Misbah

Wednesday->Parizad

Thursday ->Marissa

Friday->Isabelle

Saturday->Deepali

Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar. Even he didn’t care for any religion or community. He changed girls like clothes. He slept with different girls every night. Girls quickly fell prey to him. He was a kind of flirt who never ceased to impress young girls. He never followed the concept of marriage. He never cared for anyone. But there was someone who loved him. She was a pretty-looking Indian girl. She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and discourteous person.

“Where are we going?” the girl asked him.

“To heaven,” he said.

“Am gonna take you to a special place tonight,” he added.

It was a brand new year, and he took her to a hotel far away from the central city. She left her parents just for him.

He held her tightly in his arms. Unfortunately, the world was busy celebrating the new year, and they were stranded alone in a dark room.

He moved closer to her, and she moved away from him. Little did she know that she was going to lose her virginity. The innocent girl was grabbed firmly by the rogue. He tickled her. He kissed her sexy cheeks. Soon later, their lips locked. She gave him everything, her body, and soul. He caressed her long hair and kissed her nape. Finally, he got what he was looking for.

The next morning. She was lying on the bed with no clothes. He got dressed up. He was about to leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked him with a gentle smile.

“Why leave me alone?” she asked.

He removed his wallet and threw 10 hundred currency notes at her face.

“Thanks for the night, babe,” he left.

It was a brand new year, and she was lying on the bed thinking of the guy who had just betrayed her. It was indeed a bad start to a new year….

“Bas kya Sahab,” she shouted at him.

“What !!” he was bewildered to see her getting dressed up. Most of the girls who fell prey to him often used to weep, and this reply from the girl made him change his perceptions.

“Sirf 1000 se mera kya hoga Sahab, 500 jyada do na,” she winked.

This made him realize she was a different breed of a girl he picked up this year. In 2009, he ravished a poor innocent Indian middle-class girl who ultimately committed suicide because of this beast’s malicious activity. In 2010, he selected a fashionable girl from a metro city who clearly understood his intentions and taught him a good lesson. And this year, he met a beautiful face wearing a mask which meant something else.

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