CHAPTER-6 (Affection and lust,two antithetical phases of human emotions.So which one strengthens the string of love better?)

[DISCLAIMER: SMOKING/DRINKING OR USING ADDICTIVE DRUGS ARE EXTREMELY INJURIOUS TO HEALTH]

Arthur reached home with a mixed feeling. He stepped inside.There's no one in this big mansion except some of his servants. He used to live with his grandmother earlier. His father paid visits from time to time as most of the time his father had to live in another city to manage their business. But when his father died, within a few months his grandmother also passed away. After that he started living here all alone. He has no one in this big world but his only uncle ( his father's biological younger brother). Sometimes his uncle came to visit and tried to convince him to live with him in Paris. At first Arthur was so angry at his uncle that he even refused to meet him. Both of them were young and driven by their emotions. On top of that, his uncle had to cover up all the additional responsibilities along with his own studies. However, the relationship between them improved with the passing time and Arthur promised his uncle to live with him after completing his highschool education as they understood that they only have each other.

" Ah…I'll go cook for you." A servant was surprised to see Arthur coming home so soon as everyday he generally returns late at night.

"No need. I've eaten from outside. I'm going upstairs. All of you can take a rest." The servant was about to rush to the kitchen but Arthur stopped him.

He went upstairs directly to his bedroom suspending the conversation.

Arthur looked at the mirror to check if his face was looking normal or unusual to assure that if anyone had detected his sudden change of emotions or not. He was feeling so restless and it was hard for him to accept that the reason was no one but Luna.

Arthur's gaze shifted on his chest while looking in the mirror. He noticed that the lipstick mark was still clearly visible through the fabric of his shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt. The light cherry red color was escalated all over his neck to sternum. It's even created a strain on his plain white shirt.

Arthur quickly took off his shirt and threw it in a corner of his room where he kept some of his unwashed clothes so that one of the servants could wash it in the morning with the rest of the clothes.

With an ocean of irritation, Arthur picked some tissue papers from the tissue box that was kept on the dressing table. Then he started rubbing those on his neck ruthlessly. He wanted to get rid of those marks as soon as possible. But it wasn't the cause of his annoyance.

From now on, he won't be able to ignore Luna. He never ignored Luna in the past anyways. He always kept her in his focus. But things weren't the same anymore. After this incident, whenever he will notice Luna, his thoughts won't be as usual. She would be the center of his all attraction but in a different way.

Arthur finally got rid of all the lipstick marks. But a part of his neck was still reddish. No matter how hard he tried, the redness didn't disappear. After having a close look, he understood that the red spot was caused by Luna's teeth that time. All of a sudden that scene appeared in his mind and his whole body shivered.

He didn't understand what was happening with him. An uncanny feeling weakened his senses of differentiating between reality and imagination. He felt like immersing in a world of illusion where everything is fake.

Arthur threw the tissue from his hand into a trash can.

He decided to take a cold shower to calm his heart and to dormant all of these unusual feelings.

He hung a towel on his bare shoulder and went to the bathroom. But immediately he came back running without taking any shower.

Arthur hurriedly walked to the trash can and lifted it with his hand. He took a glimpse inside it. But his impatience gained control over him as he overturned the trash can and all the trash fell on the ground. Arthur searched through the trash breathlessly.

His eyes sparked with joy as he found the tissue paper that he had thrown a while ago.

Then he paused for a moment out of embarrassment. He looked at the tissue paper.

Finally his lips crawled with a blushing smile as a sign of accepting his emotions.

Arthur put the tissue paper on the table.

Then he stood up and looked at his clothes, keeping in a corner of his room. He paused for another moment. He stood there like a statue while staring at the pile of clothes. He was confused if it would be fine to behave like a stupid or not. But it's okay as no one is watching him.

After a long argument in his brain, Arthur straightly went towards the bunch of clothes and separately picked his strained white shirt . He decided not to wash it anymore.

Ultimately his heart calmed down. An impassioned peace circulated through his veins. He laid on his bed and looked at the ceiling. The beautiful ceiling suddenly seemed more stunning in his eyes.

He understood he lost the ability to see Luna as an opponent. She became something special to him. Though he never expected something like this would ever happen.

He always looked down on women. In his eyes, women were just a source of exasperation. He never expected anything from any of those girls around him nor got too much close to them. But for the first time he experienced something new and surprisingly it was from a female. He never thought something could be this much exciting in this world. Nothing can be compared to the touch of a girl. He was happy with the new experience but not fully content. Everything happened so suddenly and ended so rapidly that he didn't have enough of it. His heart drowned with the yearning for taking things to the end. It would be better if Luna reached its conclusion with him.

He wondered how he would have felt if she didn't stop that time and they dragged everything up to their bedroom. He regretted this. His mind filled with the thought of Luna. And the pleasure from her thoughts is unexpectedly heart wrenching.

Arthur found that he was still holding the shirt in his hand. He held it closer to his face in a hope of smelling Luna's scent from the shirt. But he only found his own deodorant's scent overpowering every other smell.But still he stood up from his bed with a cheerful mind.

He extended his hand towards the telephone placed beside his bed.

He called the landline of the servant's quarter.

"Hello. Is there anyone? I'm suddenly feeling hungry. Can you make some spaghetti for me and bring it over here?" Arthur hung up as the person on the phone nodded.

He satisfyingly smiled after successfully disturbing the guy over the phone when he was taking a rest.

Then he started folding the shirt in a distracting mind. Though he never folded a single piece of cloth in his lifetime.

He forgot to take the shower.

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Street behind the bar :

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" Oh.. slow down!! It's okay, you'll be alright." Jorge held Luna's two arms from behind as a support while she was vomiting alongside the road.

The long road was quite isolated. A very few people used that road for transportation. The two sides of the road were filled with dense bushes and trees that led to the forest. A good place to create an adventurous vibe for Luna and her friends. But from the moment they left the bar, Luna started feeling nausea and she had been vomiting for the 3rd time.

"Don't touch me Jorge, I can handle this on my own." Luna got her arms rid of Jorge.

"Give me some water." She asked for some water while her head was still bent down towards the bushes.

"I didn't understand why your liquor tolerance suddenly dropped!!" A girl handed a bottle of mineral water to Luna while talking.

"No… How could this be? She just had a few shots. She must have gotten sick. You guys carry on. Let me take her home." Jorge snatched his backpack from one of his friends.

" Yeah, I want to go home. The beer didn't suit me. I'm feeling unwell." Luna rhythmed with Jorge and lied to everyone.

The two of them got separated from the rest of the group after bidding farewell.

"Let's go to the front alley." Luna suggested Jorge use the front street of the bar to go home.

"Are you still drunk?" Jorge asked.

"No, I'm sober already." Luna replied.

"Then let's go through this road. You know it's the best shortcut. We can have a good walk and we'll reach your house sooner." Jorge smiled looking at the beautiful moon that smoothly brightened the dark night even in that forest.

Luna followed Jorge's gaze and looked at the sky. There's enough light for them to cross the road safely. Even the full moon overthrew the artificial light of the lamppost.

"Okay let go." Luna nodded and started walking with Jorge side by side. She just wanted to leave this crowd as soon as possible.

Jorge looked at the empty road and shifted his gaze towards Luna and curved his lips with a smile. He held her hand and slowly entangled his own fingers between Luna's fingers.

"What the hell are you doing? Didn't I restrict you from touching me like this!!" Luna tried to release her hand from his grip.

To be continued…..