Pranshu clicked a picture of Ashita and then asked her to lift her skirt a bit more. She was wearing a denim jacket, unbuttoned from the front. Just the jacket on top and just a frilled knee-length skirt of white colour below it. He pushed her right leg to keep more of her thighs in the frame and then decreased the shutter speed to allow more light to come in from the lamp which was in the shape of a truncated cone, Two feet high, bottom diameter of Ten inches and top diameter of Six with its curved surface made of thick paper, filled with intricate floral patterns.
He clicked another picture and then reached out to her face to tuck a strand of hair, which was coming on her face, behind her left ear. Another picture and then moved towards her again, adjusting her jacket to Show more of the bottom curve of her right breast. While adjusting, he softly cupped the curve with her index and middle finger. She looked at him with an innocent expression but soon turned back towards the lamp, the position she was supposed to be in. He slowly moved both fingers upwards, reaching a hard nipple. He looked at her. She was still facing the lamp but her eyes were now closed while her head tilted a bit upwards exposing her long, smooth and shining neck. He quickly put his face on her neck and licked it from the bottom where her collar bones met, up till her chin in One slow but firm motion. In response she lifted her head as far up as she could. He immediately jumped back to his earlier position and clicked another picture.
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"Perfect!" exclaimed Pranshu, moving the tripod for another shot.
"What the fuck was that, bro?" Ashita asked with an expression of shock as she hurriedly got up, holding her jacket together with her left hand and switching on the lights in the room with the right.
"What is this? Movie interval?" Pranshu laughed at the comparison he just made.
"No. The end." she said with a smirk.
"Oh! Too bad. I was looking forward to finishing this."
"I think you should leave now." Ashita said with a straight face.
Pranshu got his cab booked and began to pack his stuff while Ashita got on phone with her husband. As soon as he started to leave after getting a notification on the app, she quickly hung up the phone and looked at him longingly. Pranshu knew what all this meant but he had Two options. One; he put his stuff back down and made a move on her, which would have ended up in something he had already experienced. Two; he left her like that and observed how her Character developed over the course of next few days or months or even years. He told her that if she ever needed to get entertained again, he would always be just a call away.
In that moment, he knew that he was prepared to live his remaining Future towards fulfilling his Dream of becoming a Writer who expresses, through a Story, the complex world within a single Character which he could do only if he treated everything in his life as just a Game
The only way he could truly entertain anyone was if he truly entertained himself in the process. There was nothing he wanted more than that, not even sexy things.