Into the void...

[Fictional]

She came out of nowhere. And I saw her. I knew my life was going to change. I didn't know why or I didn't know how, but I knew. It was innocent. It was not for me. But I thought it was. I believed it was. I wanted to make it for me. And then she looked. The way she looks when she does. And it took me somewhere. Else.
I was in love.

And there she was. Dressed in black. She took my breath away. Her eyes were pools of darkness. Her long hair was the darkness itself.
Those shapely never ending legs, the sensous curves...she was perfect...heavenly.

It had been 11 months since I'd seen her. I'd finally been able to muster up the guts to ask her out for dinner.
Last night she called me up to ask - 'Where are you taking me?'
Anywhere you'd like...?
'Anywhere is fine'

I'd spent a considerable amount of time to zero down on a posh lil' Indian-cuisine-speciality restaurant. Elegant enough to impress, but subtle enough not to appear desperate.

We decided to walk to the place from our point of rendezvous.
The full-moon made for quite a scintillating night. Or was it the radiance of her face which did that?
Her face was striking. A perfectly sculpted one...it seemed straight off the cover of Vogue - sans the make-up. It emanated beauty. A certain sexiness which could make any man weak in his knees.

I'd quadruply confirmed the reservation. The Maitre D' guided us to our table...
He had been well briefed last evening. Things had to be perfect. It was a table for 2. Not in the corners where one could see a couple furiously necking away. Not in the general arena where the commoners dined. It was...well all restaurants [at least the better ones] have few of these tables, meant for such special occasions...they are perfect.

The first date! We would both remember this day for the rest of our lives.
I managed to avoid a candlelit dinner - the accepted epitome of a romantic date. Perhaps that would come across as too eager (which I was!). The lighting however was dim and cosy, as I took my seat, it seemed 'just right'. It made her look all the more ravishing.

What ensued, seemd to be straight out of the pages of 'The perfect date'.
Wine, followed by an appetizer - the chef's recommendation. A kebab platter for the main course and chocolate fondue for dessert.

The conversation flowed. We discussed art, politics, cricket, music etc....the night was going splendidly well. We flirtatiously talked away. Hours seemed like minutes.

After a thoroughly enjoyable meal and leaving a handsome tip on top of the more-than-handsome bill, we walked out. Hand in hand! There was a certain nip in the air. I didn't want the day to end. Neither did she, it seemed.

We walked till her door. Then there was silence. These are the things they need to teach us at school - What should one do at the end of the first date....at precisely this moment.

Then it happened. She came closer. And still closer. Never had I been so close to such a heavenly being. I could feel the warmth radiating from her curvaceous body. I could feel her breath on my left ear. And then she softly whispered those 3 words to me.
Three words which can alter your life. Three words which are enough to kill you.
'I am married'
& just like a killer drills a couple of extra bullets into the lifeless body of his victim, for good measure or for sadistic pleasure. She added -
'Happily married'