Maya

It was late 11 O’ clock. Mr. Das was sitting in the chair behind his bed room, waiting
anxiously for her wife. His 22 year old sister is in adjoining room, he knew it is the best
time. He had planned for this for last couple of weeks, but today he knew he has to do it. He
took out the pair of scissor and glanced at it. The door of the room suddenly opened, and
entered Mrs. Das. She straight away went to the dressing, her long hair trailing behind her
touching her waist. Maya, as her hubby called her jerked her tresses and took out a comb
from the drawer, ready to pamper her hair before going to bed, a habit which she retained
from her job. Maya separated her thick black hair in two parts bringing each part in front
from two different sides. She checked the ends of her hair, trimmed a day ago the nearby
parlor. She again checked the length and continued pampering it. The pampering would
continue for about fifteen minutes which is very small if compared to her previous routine.
Maya was a hair model, with hair up to her buttocks and sometimes touching her knee. She
retired from the job after a month of marrying Mr. Das, a manager in a private shop during
marriage and her classmate from school. It was well predicted that some day they would
definitely knot ties and the day came when both of them were in pinnacle of the career.


Maya left her job at the very first month on her wish, though never compelled by her
husband or her in-law. She celebrated it by getting her knee length hair cut to a boyish style
at the hands of Mr. Das.
The decision the cut the hair was sudden. They were in honeymoon, enjoying beautiful view
of Kanchenjunga from balcony of their hotel in Darjeeling on a fine morning. Maya had
sudden urge to do it and she gave a pair of scissor to Mr. Das, and turned her back towards
him and pointed at the breast length. Mr. Das was taken aback, but he gently inserted the
blades of the scissor in the mass and kaaaa….chchchch…….chchch, a long lock of her hair
slides to the floor. Maya giggled at this, as Mr. Das continued cutting her hair, straight from
left side to right, kaachch…chchchc…kachchch.chchch. He stopped only after a big mass of
hair was collected in the floor. Maya immediately turned, chuckling, collected the mass and
throw it in the air. Mr. Das was nervous. He then arranged a chair for Maya to sit. Mr. Das
liked her in this hair, but he liked the cutting also. He then escorted her to bathroom with
scissor in hand, and gently pulled the knot of her pajama, striping her of it, as she stood
naked but covered by her Salwar. Mr. Das hand then moved to upper part, first pressing the
hardened breasts and then removing her upper clothes too. The shower was switched on and
they both shared a shower. After playing in shower for some time, Mr. Das took the scissor
which he had bought and then turned Maya to opposite side. Maya curved her head forward,
acknowledging the haircut. Mr. Das separated the wet strands with fingers, and then placed
the scissors at the neck area slicing her hair in the bathroom. Maya got Goosebumps as wet
hair slide touching her bare body. Maya’s hair was not looking something like bob, but he
was not done yet. He kept on cutting at the back slicing and hacking, till he made the hair at
backside little more than an inch. Mr. Das then left the bathroom, while Maya started
washing her hair to remove the chopped tresses. Mr. Das returned after a few minutes, with
his safety razor. He switched off the shower, and pulled Maya out of it. He then started
ruining the razor at the back, removing the fuzzy hair. He cleaned his back, and reduced her
hairline at the back. There excitement with hair came to end at afternoon after having a sissy
sex. Mr. Das was missing something during the sex, but it was compensated with the feeling
of her spiky hair.
Maya went to the parlor of the hotel that evening only, and got her hair cropped. She then
started growing it but restricting it to waist length. They were having a good time in life till
an accident in the shop where Mr. Das worked, a year ago. He was sacked and his career
tainted leaving Mr. Das struggling for living, ending up in a low salary job in another
company which gives the family barely something as savings.
Maya stopped combing her hair, as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Mr. Das was standing
behind her with a scissor in hand…