She pushed up her pullover bra, shaved her legs in a haste which gave her several bruise and cuts. Smearing a bulk of foundation and sunscreen to hide the discoloration she had in her never-ending gorgeous legs. Opening up the dresser with a medley of lipsticks and a never ending line up of umpteen cosmetics, she contoured her cheekbones, nose and the bust curves. Perfectly detailed and up to the mark, she left her house leaving a trail of Versace fragrances behind her.
Her luxury Bentley driver was unable to look away her bloodshot lips and her perfect shape which was looking vulnerable and stimulating in the very precise dress which was perhaps, intended to make others even more nosy about the ground works. The huge stone on her finger made her appear out class and the finest woman ever existing. Getting off the car, she headed towards the finest residence in such a tempting manner that made the driver stare at her inviting thighs until she disappeared; completely seduced. “She would have done a lot much effort to become this heavenly figure”, he thought.
She, being completely drunk, was settled in the back seat of her car, with the help of that handsome guy she visited this evening and her driver. On the way back home her driver fornicated her and fulfilled his lust and seduction. It was 2 in the noon when she woke up tired and broken. All she could feel is the pain of shoe bite, razor cuts on her legs and forelimbs, overloaded makeup which made her eyes sting now.
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do! This was the most enchanting day of her life. The man she dreamed of having since forever, she is getting married to him. Oh I’ve got the most loving and alluring soul-mate one can ever have, is how she flaunts at the parties making every other girl jealous of her luxury and dream life. People stop and stare at them wherever she goes with her husband. Men get envious of her husband and the female glamorize her.
She is in her thirty-fives now. Enclosed, she is, in the cage of sorrows, regrets and woes. She is disposed and dumped in isolation. She can’t change it. This is it. Her husband is seeing someone else, someone more glamorous than her now. End of beauty devastate your life and the worth you made by putting a lifetime effort. She was worthy and was praised till the day she stood straight in her skin-tight jeans and walked perfectly in her sky scrapping pencil heels. She, left alone to parent her kids with one of the gorgeous caretaker, is no more than a garbage now, getting envious of that mercilessly enchanting caretaker day after another, she is waiting to die and sleep peacefully; eternally. Lets demolish this insight! Don’t go for people who worship your beauty and perfection as they will glide away with the wind currents, and never show up again. Look for them who admire your honesty and love your soul. You are beautiful as you were before. Don’t let beauty dictate your life. Perfection is a disease of the nations but never forget that pretty always hurts.