Chapter Four - Flavour of the Night

Appearances are always made to deceive you know. One society with many hierarchies of life.  

 

11 pm, February-2012… Tamanya Terrace, Dubai Marina

“Damn you, this is UAE everything is free and easy in here. Ah, no ok not free (after all its UAE nothing is free here even a sample of a D&G perfume) cuz this easiness, my friend, is after all bought first enjoyed latter!” Watching new moon executed smoke seized from her shisha pipe, Noora claimed in a peaceful voice – older daughter to Jane and Khalifa while talking to her Syrian BFF Lubna – the only child of rich Syrian business man across the Middle East. Guarding beautiful painted lips with her crossed fingers; twitching her arched eyebrows higher as possible giving a loud message to her companion and people sitting back and forward of her seating, “you know what? Here a complete disguise is preferred the most by heritage bounded people,” whispering a few following words, “you are my sole witness.” Winked at Lubna while continuing her chatter, “I damn care really of accepting and sinking into this disguise so here I am in front of you without a disgusting golden wig and heavy make over.” Puffing constantly with one hand while other hand was busy holding a tumbler, the rim of which is, resting on her lips.

Intellectually flattened, both young women in their early twenties were gossiping around their personal clatters drawn from the disconnection with family were amusing themselves at the fictionally created reaction of their family if they realise the kind of life these ladies are addicted to. Hanging out in short dresses flowing against the freedom of the night. Enjoying the star lit sky behind the luxuriously built sky scrapers from the wooden deck finished with comfortable rooftop. Warming themselves on one of the bean bags with a pipe full of infused flavours in their Cartier accessorised hands; smoking rose plus tequila flavoured shisha whereas, Lubna love to have clean tequila flavour. Talking of Cartier accesorised hand both believe in more is less. At least they have few common things in them to be a reason of being together.

Lubna, as one should be with never ending fortune, was an intolerant exaggerated personality ready to argue in public if she does not like to give her agreement over certain situations. Do not somehow like to give an acceptable treatment by any means to someone lower than her regard.  Whereas, Noora is a formed and collected one, dominant nature not a lot of patience is seen in her though still understands the need of all living creatures around her.

A desperate need of using a rest room at a wrong time peacefully kills the man-enticing-mood of Noora. A sudden instinct made her look at her side to catch a long glimpse of a foreigner guy who was apparently covered by tan of Dubai’s Marina Beach side walk. Noor certainly have an instinct to realise the exteriors plus their interior of a subject that attracts her most without doing any extensive or massive search on the topic she could come to a conclusion that the guy sitting right at her side with other guys, enjoying a guys night out probably, is not an Arab roots not even Asian’s.

Disturbingly worst situation down her belly forced her to linger her strong and curved frame of to the restroom. Warning her BFF in a lower voice possible while making her expression louder and seductive to the men surrounding her plus the one she chosen for this night. “Watch my back while I walk right from your sight. Make sure no sign of adult years is as appealing as the guy sitting beside me.” Winks at Lubna and raises her curvy figure with possible enough seductive way that would give no man to think twice and offer her his flavour of the night.

Noora dislike the thought of buying before even imagining herself wearing at any given condition a skirt that does not have a look of formal and lean in it. Be it in a formal or in an informal gathering she is, cannot bear and play with her appearance when in crowd – except in a trial room that is big enough to accommodate ten bachelorettes at one session. Slipped her curvy figure (no less than the reflection of Jane’s own figure) in one of those from the family of blacks those are hanging proudly in her walk-in wardrobe that is designed and interiorised solely by her.  Holding her beige coloured Kim K branded evening clutch flattening her skirt down from the sides that dropped over and covering her knees half way. Pulling and flattening her slim fingers over the matching blazer as a royal formality. In a short while clattering of her beige coloured Christian Loboutine stiletto heels were welcoming the deserved one. She was no more than a wild cat herself (as she hate being called a bitch, according to Lubna at Noora’s back) who is out in the night carrying sharpness in massively kohled eyes celebrating the night in hunt of a deserving tom cat who is the best in his fights to win her over from the weak ones. Giving out a special fragrance that is disbursed from her body so generously.

Looking back at Lubna to confirm about any of the stains she might gear her eyes on and getting a positive all cleared sign. “Stop being so like a Lesbo yourself Hun!” giggles and exclaimed Noora a bit louder and giving a message out to the men to keep the preys safer from Lubna till she returns back to her hunt sight.

“Bitch!” was the only remark Lubna could use for Noora out of her sudden surprised expressions.

Acting like a decent lady (which she is in reality but in gathering controls her dominant accent overexcited nature though still cannot help to overpower any discussion and group of people but with hip of smoothed expression which quotes her as Iron Lady) making her way towards the restroom giving out a few of her seductive movements that comes to life more correctly around men. Soon disappeared behind the doors where those movements were not required to persuade anyone where she believes everyone is same, especially if it was not a chamber with any gender discrimination involved, and ran into the nearest empty toilet.

“Ahhh! The most amazing part of being human is to empty yourself of all the toxins and intakes of delicious food. I am so relaxed now.” While still relaxing her mind and body suddenly she realised to go back to the site before anything bad happens to her chosen one. Though she was pretty sure of her lethal pang that she already placed in the mind of her guy.

Spraying some more of her D&G perfume over bear neck and on the skin that was showing of her a few opened shirt buttons. Smash opened her Bobby Brown lip balm over her pre lined lips with her middle finger making herself look perfect while checking on the black paint on her long nails.

“Perfect!” exclaimed Noora. Once again looking at her back flattening fingers over her rear-end. Viola! gave herself a ready to kill look into the mirror while being conscious of other females if they are looking at her or not. “If they do, means they are falling in complex from me.” Winked herself in mirror and took her way out of the restroom when suddenly something not unusual grabbed her attention. Though, it wasn’t a surprise for her but still a surprise is more delicious if it comes in action from mind to the vary floor.

He (the chosen one) was standing just right next to the wall that parts the ladies room distinctively. Gave a lovely smile while looking at his lips then off his face sticking her big eyes on his shoulder and biting her, recently glossed-again, lips with excitement and shyness. They said nothing to each other and followed the instinct intently. He waved his hand out of shyness towards her giving her the indication of ‘shall we?’ with no intensive words used. They went of the premises as a couple he followed her as a gentle man showing her way out to the door he came from. Wrapping his arm around hers holding her curvy figure around from her waist and went off in his white Audi a8 hatchback. A sigh of relief she gushed out her lungs when she saw the cute white baby of her man a few meters away while still fluttering her magical wings in his cozy arm felt like her favourite elegant fairy, Tinker Bell. Soon as vanilla guy pressed the button from his key chain her eyes started wandering secretly to see which car’s headlights, taillights or anylights, to be precise, blinks upon response. The standard she chose for tonight was still maintained in her diary. Noora believes in standard ultimately that she knows how to manage and no man without having a certain one would ever approach her at any cost.

Noora dislikes a cultural attitude of being with a man who pushes her back and walks in front of his lady keeping her at his behind. She thinks a man of that nature should be hanged till death the one who is not courteous with his lady and who don’t even care to open doors for her while being with her to any place that has doors in it to which should be opened by a man – and it should be made legal in UAE with all due respect. A lawful project, which should never be changed overnight like many other rules in the county. 

“But will my dad and grand dad and his brothers and his sons will do it for his wife or while being strolling around with any female? Wallahi my grand mom will be so glad!” kissing and hugging her granny while shared this unique yet imposed on thought by her over all the men a night before – while sweet granny’s wrinkled face giving her child all the blessings for the project-imagination with a hollow hope in her greenish blue eyes that are hidden now under those wrinkled eye pockets – certainly those eyes had lots of dreams in youth as well that she at times, secretly, witness in Noora. She also believes a man should be appointed out of the ladies room to open the restroom door for her.

“Isn’t it a bit too much my child?” enquired granny with a grunt laugh behind her henna stained hand. “I am sure you are not serious on this part and just being curious to explain the fact that how a man should be courteous to his lady.”

In return Noora aggressively while protecting her thought said, “Oh well!” and sunk back into the protective and warm wings of her angel on earth until the new sun shine shone on her face from that huge glass door that leads to terrace and which is connected with Noora’s terrace separated with a bear grill – a usual way and easy access which Noora uses to sneak into the room of her angel anytime, especially at night if she is ever at home a time when granny usually gets herself up from a very short slumber to offer her scheduled night prayers. A time when Noora jumps in to remind granny not to forget to pray for her before getting ready to escape from home.

This was what happened once with Lubna when she dated a multi millionaire hailed from UK but originally belongs to Pakistan. They went on a shopping trip to Burj Khalifa. As per Lubna’s explanations, he reacted the same way as described above with no courtesy at all who talked too loudly that everyone could not help staring at them repeatedly. She felt embarrassed and instantly decided she will not see him once done with this first and last meeting. She met him through a common friend in a business party hosted by her mother in regards of her designer jewelry store opening across Abu Dhabi’s major shopping malls after a huge success in Dubai.

Curiously waiting Lubna got impatient when Noora did not return back. Gazing wildly at her watch she looked around but found no sign of her so called BFF. Had no other option then calling her when suddenly she received a message on her bbm. Noora typed the message in between the time she got till Mr. Chosen one closed her door pulling up her over coat corner inside that was hanging out of the car seat.  Pressing the sent button secretly when he took his driving seat and asked her, “are you comfortable.” She nodded her head without delivering any word out of her elegant lips instead stretching them to form a dimpled smile. There you go, pressed another small button on the keypad putting the phone on silent mode and slipped it back into her clutch. Took a deep breath of excitement and yet another success in good taste.

Lubna read the message louder mean while that only she could hear herself saying, “Hey, I hd to leave urgntly. Sorry I just frgt to inform u out of hasty exit.  Enjoy babes. Don’t wait for me ths nyt, I am gone ;)” ahhh… of course. Keeping the pipe aside and in no time she was seen herself strolling out of the premises with a multi millionaire again but from India this time. Successful night for both ladies it proved.

You need something to make yourself comfortable? Are you hungry? Like to fetch on a… ammm… a subway sandwich? It’s healthy for a girl like you. He smiled out of shyness at her so did she. And said thank you, am good in reply with a creased voice.

She was sure of not enjoying because she has got over excited by now. And over excitement always disappoints her. But she was wrong thins time! She did enjoy every minute with him. Upon reaching his apartment he enquired about her name after introducing himself as Mark from South Africa. In a yet another seductive movement she quoted herself as Tinker Bell upon which they both laughed. They did not talk after that over any topic as; all other subjects had no need and means of need.

While still on bed Noora was waiting for him to fall asleep so she could slip quietly out of his apartment in JBR. 

Finally, he went into his adults dreams land (with a "no kids allowed" sign board). There she easily managed to slip. Took a long silk cloth with Hawaiian pattern out of her small clutch wrapped around her body like a Pareo mostly females wear it in Hawai, Fiji etc. with different styles and hidden knots. But before leaving the apartment she took his iPhone, dialed her number and sent a blank call back on her mobile, deleting her number from his iPhone without realising that her number was already on top of his log list. Oops if she deleted her number from his log list then how will he be going to contact her in future? Well, he already saved it in his contact book without any name in hurry. Smart guy. Well being in hurry paid him here. If he saved her number with her given name as Tinker Bell she would have find it out in no time while sending a miss call to her from his mobile. A mystery should be mysterious, at least for a required set of time.

Noora took a taxi and headed to the hotel where she came to recover her securely parked car. Feeling the urge of using the restroom again she went inside the hotel counter enquiring for her need also imposed on a need of a near by restroom, "please!" Hastily went across clattering her heels on marble floor crossed the big hall entering a pass way found a restroom finally - it is not near exclaimed she in agony. Jumped sat on the toilet seat as if taking an emergency seat on a couch and putting on a last re run of Kardashian's reality show, "ah I was... almost closer". Giving a freedom to herself out of all the excitements of the successful night she saw a girl standing next to the mirror crying. 

Noora took no certain notice but then felt bad and came back to the restroom the very moment.

“Can I help you dear? I mean in any way you want me to. Should I drop you somewhere near your area? Or you need a financial favour… I mean can u please calm down for a moment and talk to me?” Noora asked with not a kind voice also not being unkind at the same instance. I can say this is her style of asking or telling someone of her kind offer. For she is not taught to speak without a hint of being dominant in her tone – she was born with it. Words might be kinder but they don’t help being kind anymore with the tone that is used and that Noora is used of.

“No its ok my dear, ill manage.”

Looking at the girl Noora said, “It’s ok come with me we will eat something. I am feeling so hungry and honestly I have no friend with me with whom I can go and enjoy my meal.”

The girl smiled and nodded her head in agreement as; she had no fear anyway of not knowing Noora so far. Since, she was already in mess so one more won’t harm her she thought.

While sitting in car Noora realised suddenly that she forgot her blazer and over coat in his apartment. Luckily she did not forget the ticket that she received in exchange to valet park her car which was thrown at the back of her clutch.

She pulled her big car into the parking of Subway outlet. Both went in while Noora saying, “How badly I wish to have a drive thru at subway outlets.” The girl shared the same dilemma. Both had a great laugh.

After finishing the meal Noora enquired for the girl’s house and turned her car to move on to the Gardens apartments. Girl invited Noora as a courtesy to come for some time to her apartment maybe to have a cup of coffee or tea together. I make a perfect Masala Tea, the girl said. In no time both strolled up to the apartment. Had a perfect Masala Tea as quoted. And a never ending conversation opened between them. It was already 4 in the morning when suddenly something important clicked Noora’s mind and she hastily made her way back to her home. This was a long night she thought.

So as the saying goes, “we don’t meet people by accident. They are somehow meant to cross our path not without a reason.” I did not see any reason somehow. What more could it be than they will move into acquaintance will look after each other moreover; have fun nights to spend together until their beautifully and massively kohled eyes captures a weak prey called man and/or flavour of the night - in sharp words of Noora. For no other raison d'être is foreseen, to be precise. They both belong to different fortune separate backgrounds interracial dreams with a big difference in their pocket sizes. A fact that I always count on is infect, I, as a human cannot see or choose a future for myself or for anyone. Whatever is destined to happen it will be done either we need it or not. The only option that is given by fate is either leave it or take it. 

For, both actions have the equal reaction.