The Official Breakup Day

She finally decided to talk to him. They had neither met nor talked for a week already. He had called her many times for first two days but she had not received any calls. He was enjoying the company of another girl anyway and she somewhat had guessed that. She headed over to his flat, to clear all the matters and declare the official breakup.

She unlocked the main door with the key, which she had taken earlier from his key ring; he hadn’t asked to return because he had his own piece of key. How thoughtful it was of him to let the door of his bedroom remain unlocked thinking nobody would come to his so-called private chamber at the noon and that main door was locked anyway. She caught him dating a different girl in his house, well, more than just a dating; their half-naked bodies were stuck together strongly as if a large amount of fevicol was used in between. Well, that surely was not any fevicol. She was only slightly shocked but much disgusted and so yelled, cursed some f-words. The other girl threw a shocking expression in return and she too yelled at him, claiming him a playboy. He, going crazy for what just happened, smiled. The other girl dressed full and left the house. 

She then sat on the chair and confessed that she actually came to break up as he was being careless from a long time ago and because she finally found her soulmate in other man. He got furious, “so why the hell did you yell at me before if you’d already planned to leave me?”

“I just got mad seeing that, you know…”

“No, I don’t know. And this is what you’d taken my key for?” his voice got elevated and then fell flat as he said further, “at least, I could have finished with her, you can’t see my pleasure.”

“Arghh… what? You filthy crap. It’s over now. It sure is.”

“Wait, don’t rush. Don’t you remember good times we shared?” he said after a silence of about a minute, getting off from the bed and going near her.

“I don’t want to. The bad times and the pain are what I remember most of the time” she stood up and faced the window.

He made a sad face, but lighted up immediately. “Don’t say that you didn’t like me in bed.”

“You always have to come to the sex-thing ultimately, no?” she turned back.

“Oh I do? You liked that, no?” he chuckled.

“Boy, I’m breaking up with you, seriously. Don’t talk nonsense and laugh.” She got mad at him smiling.

“Get off then, why are you standing in front of me and talking continuously” he was sitting in the same chair she had sat before because that was the only chair on his bedroom. “And don’t stare; I’m still in my boxers only.”

“You’ll never change. Grow up dude.” She pushed him away and went towards the door.

“What to grow?”

“Go fuck yourself, you sexaholic idiot”, she said turning back to him. She was angry. “How’s that darling?” she threw a smiling expression, satirically, after a small pause.

“Okay. Fine, I will. You know how good I am with my hands, no? So, why don’t you go now and suck your soulmate’s dick?” his face turned red with anger.  “How’s that honey?” he imitated her.

She left the house. He went to the bathroom. Thus, they broke up, officially. They claimed it was not their love, but a mistake done together.