He looked at me and I saw that he was helpless.
“How do we get the key? What is the process, Mike? Tell me everything. I want to know, I want to help. I want you to go back home, where you belong.”
He shifted his weight from one foot to another and I sensed a change of scene again. We were back on the beach where we had met and I smiled.
“What was that place? You never told me about it. You practically ran when the scenes had changed.”
“You ask too many questions, Sophia. Let us talk about the key and then I will tell you about the place too.”
As I nodded in approval, he told me about his ancient legends. He had already narrated the tale of how I was once a part of Skia too. I listened to him with rapt attention as he explained how their mythological books are all filled with details of keys.
“There are a lot of humans on earth who are made of Skia blood, but most of them have an ancestor who is still on our planet. This makes them an incompatible match. 3 years back, we started our research on the human genome and we had huge data to track. We have searched the whole of Asia and Europe and there were three shortlists. We met each one of them and I was an assistant for one of those projects. One of them was a little child and it had hurt my heart to know that if she was the key, we would have to kill a child.”
He paused letting the words sink in. My life was at stake, but I didn’t feel scared. Sitting with Mike, I was at peace and I knew that when he left, I would be as good as dead.
As I signaled him to continue with the story, he narrated the story right from where he had left.
“To be sure, we tested the genes again. We found that she wasn’t the key. She is a pure Skia blood but until you reach the age of 17, you can’t blossom to be the key. The other two matches turned out to be wrong because they were both married. When you get married, you tie your blood to the human planet and then you lose the right to be a true Skia. The genome didn’t match. An extensive research followed on American genome and we finally found you. I am sorry Sophia, but I slept with you to test if you were a true Skia. However, before you come to any conclusion, I want you to know that what I did after that wasn’t an experiment. Your body really called out to me. I was more passionate than I have ever been. Right at this moment, I want to make love to you again because my hands are aching to touch you.”
I was a little sad, but the thought of being touched by Mike overpowered my senses. I took his hands and placed it over my breast signaling him to take the lead and he wasted no time.
He rolled over me and started licking my nipples which were already hard by now. They stood erect as if they had anticipated his move. He took his time, as he drew tiny circles with his tongue and I started calling out his name. He didn’t stop there as he let his tongue do the trick everywhere at once. He kept giving me a trail of hot kisses and started heading downwards.
He found me wet and smiled and murmured something in a language I couldn’t understand. He slowly placed his fingers and I moaned in delight. He inserted one of his fingers inside me and drew a pattern. I swore I hadn't felt so tantalized ever and I gave a loud scream as I couldn’t handle the pain which was ecstatic at the same time.
I kicked him and he laughed a little. He bent down and slowly kissed me there. He played with his mouth as he kept kissing me short and fast. I was moving up and down as I couldn’t lie down still. The pressure was too much to stand and I signaled him to get inside me.
He didn’t roll down but rather sat straight and slowly pulled me up. I had never known something like that could be done, but he entered inside me as we both sat together, touching everywhere.
I looked down and saw that we were both firmly entwined. There was not an inch of space between us as my breasts were touching his flawless chest and his erection was entirely inside me. He brought his lips closer to mine and we felt like a single body at that instant of time.
“I love you, Mike” I whispered.
“Eronio glimata”, he said and I wondered what he meant. When I asked him what it was, he didn’t answer but pushed out and then pushed himself again. I came in with a loud moan and we both climaxed together. I felt like I was floating in the thin air and my legs were wobbly. He made me lie down again and then nuzzled my neck. He kissed me fervently and said, “Eronio glimata Sophia” and I don’t know why but I repeated the same, unaware of what it meant but trusting him that it was a custom I should repeat.
After making love too many times, we knew we had important things to do. I knew, my time was up and I had to bid him a goodbye. There was a part of me that wanted to see my parents, my friends from college, and my colleagues at work, but it would be difficult to explain. I figured I would just disappear from their life altogether as it would be more credible than explaining that I was a true Skia.
“Kill me Mike. Take my heart. Get your key and save your home. You are the best part of me and I am happy that I got the chance to live my life. There is nothing more I need. I had you and that was all I really needed. “
Mike looked at me and before he could say something, the monitor started beeping very loudly. There was a flash of numerous lights and a siren of sorts started playing. There was too much commotion and Mike suddenly was muttering something in another language.
He immediately headed to the dashboard and started playing a few commands. I sat there, unaware of what was happening and I saw that the replica of his planet which was kept on the dashboard and was clouded in dark colors started shining.
After what seemed to be half an hour, Mike looked at me. He was both happy and sad.
“Sophia, you can go home. You don’t need to die. You can be with your parents, your friends and colleagues. You can go back to your own life. Your heart wasn’t the key. It was.
I mean, the key wasn’t the actual biological organ. It was the feelings in your heart. You had unadulterated and pure love in your heart which is a true quality of pure Skia blood. You loved me without demands. You didn’t ask for anything in return and the selfless love of the true Skia heart was the key to the portal. Look at that replica there and the shining lights. The black hole is gone. Your power was transmitted by my ship to the researchers who are constantly mentoring the energy from this ship.
Although, you know everything about us, it could be dangerous but you’re a part of us. I made sure, no one would harm you. You’re safe Sophia. You’re free. You can go home!”
He was so happy that my heart ached. He hadn’t realized so far that I would never go back home because he was the person I wanted to make a home with. However, I was happy that he got back his planet and I knew I would carry his memory with me for the rest of my life.
“Can I kiss you one last time?” he asked.
My heart hurt at the word ‘last’ and yet I knew that I might never meet this man again. I didn’t say yes but moved ahead and kissed him.
We didn’t touch or move. We just let our lips meet and lived the moment as if locking it in our memories to be played again and again. It was our moment. Some stories don’t end and ours would never end. We met momentarily, but the impact of the meeting was such that no matter what I did with my life, I knew there would be a part of me that would always belong to him.
As we broke the kiss, I cried and this time, he didn’t ask me why. He knew why I was crying, but I had to make an exit. The ship was needed back on Skia and so I quickly said my goodbye and started to leave.
“Eronio glimata Sophia.” He said these words and then handed me a letter. I had no clue when he wrote it down but I knew he had too many powers and he could have done it easily.
I took it in my hands and as I landed back on the same beach, the ship vanished in front of my eyes.
I opened the letter and started reading it.
“Eronio glimata Sophia.
You may not know what it means. It is the highest form of love which we feel at Skia. The place of the bright sun and the shining moon is known as Eclia. It is believed that y
ou only visit the place when you find your true love and you want to be tied down to them. I hadn’t known I felt so strongly for you until the scene changed.
Until we meet again,
Eronio glimata, Sophia.
I love you, too.”
I kissed the letter and looked at the sky. A star fell and I just knew Mike was waving me a goodbye.
Eronio glimata, Mike.
THE END
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ALIEN’S TOUCH
We all have read those epic love stories – Snow White coming back to life after the magical kiss, Rapunzel being saved by her prince in shining armor and Jasmine finding her love in the most unexpected place.
But not every love story is a fairy tale.
There are some stories that start in the most unexpected places and end without a true lover’s kiss, with no goodbye, no last words. Although that doesn’t mean that they are any less important than those epic tales.
It is just a different side of love – the one that leaves you craving for more.
My story was one of that kind too! It started in a restaurant and didn’t really end.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and I decided to treat myself with some love. I, being a lonely city girl didn’t have a lot of friends. For me, a treat meant going to a lavish restaurant and eating as much as I could.
Yes, it might sound really depressing to go out and have a Sunday lunch at a lavish restaurant alone, but I have always found it fascinating. Right from the start, I didn’t have any friends. I was a misfit and couldn’t get along with people in my school or college. People often used to call me introvert or a wallflower.
Frankly, I never had any problem with that. I was happy being a wallflower, watching everything from a distance and often finding joy in the happiness of others. I am one of those people who cry at weddings, who cry while watching happy endings, who cry when I attend a baby shower, who cry while watching those romantic marriage proposals on YouTube. The reason is pretty simple! It is because I know that I am not going to have either of them. I have made solace with the fact that my life has come to a standstill. What I had is all that I am going to have! There would be no romantic proposals, no weddings, no happily ever after for me. I was living in my present, living my life as fast as I could and always trying to eat my dessert first. Because life is short and you can always order another dessert at the end (again!).
Just because I was alone, didn’t mean that I was depressed. I have always been the happiest person in the room. My lack of companionship and friends has never been the reason for my loneliness. I have always loved myself more than anyone else. A lot of time, I have been called selfish for having the same motto, but as I said, I have never really cared about what others have thought of me. It was never my concern.
“Are you expecting any company, ma’am?” the server asked. If I would have been any other girl, the question could have made me sad. The server knew and tried to ask the question in the most polite manner to avoid any unwanted situation.
“No. I am on my own!” I passed a smile and was ready to place my order.
“If you don’t mind, ma’am, can you sit on one of those single booths, made for people who eat alone. The view from the booth is really nice and you are going to love it,” he said and made a polite gesture. I gave him a disgusted look and lost my appetite. I was in no mood to sit at those booths. Yes, I looked at the setting and it seemed really pretty. Nevertheless, I found it a little rude.
“I am sorry, ma’am. I do not mean to sound rude. It is just that we have a long queue of people who are waiting. There would be no point in occupying two seats if you are… on your own,” he continued and I got his motive. If I would have been in his place, I might have done the same. He was just trying to do his job.
“It’s fine. I will go and sit at one of those booths!” I stood up and sat in the newly designed booths for “people like me!”
He pulled my chair and I looked at the beautiful city view. The collaboration of buildings looked beautiful. We were facing the Central Park and could see the limitless green grass, finding the end of its trail to the urban jungle of skyscrapers. It was both beautiful and sad, and I tried to find some happiness in the view, concentrating on the green grass and trees. There was only one other man who was sitting two seats away from me. I looked at him and realized that he was staring at the view too, without blinking his eyes. He was lost in his own thoughts.
He had light brown hair and sea green eyes. His skin was clear and had an unadulterated glow that radiated his luscious red lips. He was wearing a simple graphic tee that reads “Alien Invasion Coming Soon” and a pair of heavily washed denim jeans. He had beautiful curves and I could see the hours in the gym, he had spent to attain that flawless physique.
I didn’t realize how my innocent look converted to an awkward stare until I found him staring back at me. Our eyes met and a moment of silence was followed. We both realized that it was a little awkward and he passed a smile to make it all look better. I smiled back at him and blushed a little. He was extremely gorgeous and I tried to flirt a little with my eyes.
To my surprise, he stood up from his seat. For a moment, I thought that he found it awkward and decided to leave. But, I had a wide smile on my face when he came and sat right in front of me. I soon realized that I won’t be having that lunch alone anymore. The single booth wasn’t actually meant for all the lonely people. It was meant to fix people like me who would go out have their Sunday lunch alone.
“Hi! I am Brian!” he introduced himself and decided to take things further. “Nice to meet you, Brian. I am Paris.” I smiled back.
“Like the city?” he asked. I was used to that question. “Exactly!”
“Well, it’s a beautiful name, Paris.” I knew he was lying, but I liked the fact that he lied to me. “Have you ever been to Paris?” I knew that the question would come too. Everyone asked me the same set of question.
“No. My entire life, including my name is full of irony. My parents named me Paris because that is where they both met at the first time and decided to take the revenge through my name. I have never been to Paris, but would love to pay a visit someday,” I said looking at the faraway sky.
“I am sure, you will one day!” he said supporting my notion.
The server came to take our orders and passed a smile. I soon realized that he planned the entire thing up. I smiled back at him too to appreciate the gesture and gave out orders. I knew that it was going to be a great Sunday lunch. Having a romantic company was not a bad idea at all!
“So, tell me something about you, Paris!”
“What is it that you want to know?”
“Everything!” and with that reply I smiled out loud. I couldn’t imagine someone so flawless like Brian to be interested in me. But he was.
We started talking about each other’s lives – what we liked and what we didn’t. I didn’t realize how quickly time passed and kept on ordering some or other thing to keep it moving. We talked for some three hours when we realized we should move out of the restaurant, but definitely not out of each other’s life. The evening was just about to begin.
“Let’s go out for a walk, Paris!” he suggested and I gladly agreed.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked and I told him that going for a walk in the Central Park would be a great idea.
We started walking in the park and gazed at the beautiful skyline. It was almost perfect. Each and everything about that evening was close to perfection. Brian held my hand and we started walking down the tunnel that led to an artificially created lake at the park. To our surprise, there was almost no one in the park.
It was like time stood still and we could live an entire lifetime in that one moment. We thought of riding a boat in the lake. It didn’t seem like a very good idea, but we did it nevertheless. The sun was shining bright and I could sense how happy it was when its rays touched my skin and danced in liaison.
Brian did some mysterious magic to my senses and made me believe in so many things. He made me believe in true lover’s kiss and happily ever after with just his look. I can’t describe how I used to feel when he would look at me as if I was his prized possession. I was already his soulmate.
It might sound strange, but sometimes you just know! And it was just like that with Brian. I just knew that he would be the one with whom I would be spending the rest of my life with. It was not a question. It was not a choice. It was exactly how it should be and I had no regret. I would have never imaged my life to turn out differently. I was with Brian and he was everything I needed.
“I need to tell you something, Paris,” he said in a serious tone and I realized he will soon tell me something that will make me regret my decision of trusting him blindly. I thought that he would tell me that he is married or is in a committed relationship with someone else. I thought that he would tell me that he is a ghost or a figment of my own imagination. There was a part of me who knew that something so flawless like Brian couldn’t be real.
“Tell me!” I said after thinking of every possible thing.
“I am not from your world,” he said and stopped for a while, letting me know to process the information. I thought of it but couldn’t really comprehend what I heard. I looked at him with a puzzled face and he realized that he would need to explain me everything in detail.
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