Half Girlfriend

‘What is your problem? I’m not a release for your horniness.’
‘I didn’t say you were.’
‘So why can’t you just stick to what we discussed? Nothing
physical. Just close friends.’
‘That doesn’t work.’
‘Fine, maybe we can’t even be friends.’
I couldn’t answer her. I had run out of strategies and clever
responses. She stepped off the bed, straightened her clothes and
picked up her rucksack to leave.
Anger mixed with desire. I grabbed her hand.
‘You can’t just play with me. I’m not your toy.’
‘Toy?’
‘You are using me. Until another guy comes along.’
‘Whatever.You are trying to use me. Ruining a perfect friendship.
Bye.’
I pulled her close to me. She sat on the bed again, right next to me.
‘It isn’t a perfect friendship. I am not fully satisfied.’
She didn’t like my answer.
I bent forward to kiss her. She moved her face again.
‘Only once.’
‘No.’
‘Please.’
‘I said no,’ she said, her voice firm.
‘I’m at my limit, Riya.’ I grabbed her shoulders.
‘Madhav, I haven’t seen this side of you. You are using physical
force on me.’
‘I want to say something.’
‘What?’
‘Deti hai to de, varna kat le.’
‘What?’
I had said it in coarse Bhojpuri-accented Hindi. I had said: ‘make
love to me, or leave’. Actually, that sounds respectable. If I had to
make an honest translation, I would say: ‘fuck me, or fuck off’. Hell,