Door to Hell

He wrapped his arm around her waist. She did not resist. He pulled her towards him.

She smelled heavily of sandal soap. She smelled the whiskey in his breath. He drew the back of his hand across her cheeks. They were rough with the healed pock marks of acne...

Syam's teenage experience had made him an introvert. Sex gave his turbulent mind, the much sought after calmness. He went after girls, one after the other till he met Sreeja.

Did life change for him? Did he discover the peace of mind he was seeking?