Non-erotic Suchismita - My Forbidden Love - by Pinuram [Completed]

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Chapter 9: Days under Sun, Night under Stars

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Month of June was coming to an end. On that night before dinner I informed to my parents that I had few interviews to attend. I badly needed a job to get out of that turmoil of the house and the constant humiliation from my parents. Most of my teenage years, I had to hear that they have spent a lot of money on my studies but I had not fare well.

After dinner I was watching TV in the drawing room, Paree came in to give me milk.

She asked me ---“Where are you going to attend the interview?”

---“Few places I had submitted my CV. Got call from PWC and NIIT and few others. Tomorrow I would be going to Camac Street NIIT for interview. Let’s see what happens.”

She came near and sat on the couch beside me and ruffled my hair ---“I am sure you will get some job. But before joining you need to be a graduate so you need to wait for the results, dear.”

I looked at her and said ---“No, I will do anything I get in my way. I just have to get some job.”

---“Be patient, why are you being so restless? Only two months left for your results, then attend any interviews. Now no one will give you any job.”

She was right; I was not a graduate then, who would give me a job.

She smiled at me ---“Want to go out tomorrow, just like that? You and me, on the streets of Kolkata? You have not yet shown me your city properly.”

I gave a failed simile to her ---“It is not my city. I have been out of this city for a long, long time. I don’t feel this city as my home.”

---“Ok, let that be. I will go with you tomorrow for your interview and then we will go somewhere. Ok now? Goto sleep.”

---“You can’t come with me."

“Why?” she asked.

---“I am already tensed about my interview and your presence would make me more tense. Do one thing you board a taxi tomorrow and be at Nandan by three o’clock we will go for a movie there. Steven Spielberg “Schindler’s List”. It is an Oscar winning movie.”

---“WHAT, I don’t understand English movies. I don’t even like them. If you take me to Hindi or Bengali movies then I can go.”

Just then we heard mom, shouting form her bed room ---“Paree go to bed.”

I walked out of the room for sleeping in second floor.

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Before I went away, I said to her ---“I will be waiting. It is up to you whether you are coming or not.”

Next day, I waited for about an hour at Nandan for Paree. But she did not come. My frustration was boiling to the highest level, but at the same time I had deep anxiety that Paree was new to this city, some worst should not happen with her, else’s my mom would kill me.

Last of all I thought to call home to check up with Paree, whether she has started or she was in danger.

She picked up the phone; on sensing that she was still at home I was enraged.

I screamed at her ---“What the hell you are doing at home? Didn’t I asked you to come to Nandan and you are still at home?”

Her voice was also annoyed ---“Don’t scream at me like that.”

---“You could have told me in the morning that you won’t be coming. I would not have waited for you so long in the sun here.”

---“Who told you to wait? Did I? I already told you that if it was a Hindi or Bengali movie then I could watch.”

---“Means? I was waiting for you and now you are telling me that you already told me that you won’t be coming?”

---“I already told you so don’t scream at me. Keep the phone.”

---“I will be waiting for you for one hour more. Just take a taxi and come to Nandan.”

“Are you commanding me to goto movie? I won’t be coming. Do whatever you wish.” saying that she kept the phone.

I knew by her last sentence that she was not going to come.

I loitered on the roads for some time and then straight away went to Globe cinema to see a movie. It was screening “Bad Girls” casted by Madeleine Stowe, Drew Barrymore and Andie MacDowell. I could not enjoy the movie as my head was burning in rage. I just kept my eyes glued on the screen as a pair glass balls.

I returned home only after sundown, after dad reached home. I saw Paree was gloom and she was not talking to me properly.

I sat at the drawing room reading newspaper. She came in and put the teacup with a thud on the centre table. Her face was saying that she was not at all happy with my actions. I looked at her; she didn’t even bother to look at me and just went away in the kitchen.

In some pretext I went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

I asked her ---“Why are you not talking to me?”

She looked at me over her shoulder as her back was facing me. She was chopping some vegetables and was preparing the dinner. She winched her eyes as if asking me “What do you want?”

I looked at her from top to bottom, slapped my head “How could I make my sweet nightingale to angry?”

I was about to touch her narrow waist, just then my dad called me.

---“How was your interview?”

I mumbled and answered ---“Interview was ok.”

---“Where did you go?”

---“NIIT, camac street.”

---“Why don’t you apply for Banking Services or prepare for WBCS and ICS and all? Try to get a govt job.”

“Hmmm” I thought, trying to get a govt job.

Paree gave a queer look at me as if asking “Why are you standing like that? Go away.”

Dad continued from his room ---“You won’t listen to us anytime in your life. We spend so much on you to get admission in good college and then you could not fare well in the IIT’s and JEES. You did not fare well in your class twelve exams also. What do you do? Don’t you want to study? You know very well that how we had toiled for you admission in college.”

“Oh! No” now it has started raining cats and dogs on me.

Mom returned from her college and found that dad was scolding me.

She looked at me and asked that how was my interview.

I told her that my interview was so so, they wanted to come back only after my results.

I was still at the doorway of the kitchen, listening as mom and dad started hurling their scorns at me.

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I was unable to bear all those, that day was not mine. First of all the interview was not well, then Paree didn’t showed up at Nandan and then both my parents were howling at me. They tried to make me feel that they had lost all their faith on me and all their money was poured in water.

I shouted at them ---“Just let me be alone. I am going.”

I walked out of the kitchen and went away to my room.

The west sky was being overcast with rain clouds. Same situation was happening inside my chest.

I took out and old wooden box, once a friend gifted to me when I was in hostel. It was a small box filled up with glass marbles. I looked at those marbles and splattered those on my bed. I put off the lights and just lied down on those splattered marbles kept my face buried in the pillow. I tried to get that life back. I knew that the time has long gone; now those days won’t come back to me.

During dinner, mom came to ask whether I would like to have my dinner or not. I was so much depressed that I said to her that I won’t have dinner. That night I slept without having food, Paree did not come with food nor did mom asked me for the second time.

Next morning I woke up late. I found it was raining cats and dogs outside.

By that time both my parents must have gone to their work place, it was only me and Paree in the house. She was offended with me since the other day. I came downstairs to look for Paree as what she was doing. I found her that she was sitting on her bed looking outside the window and observing the raindrops falling on the trees.

My house has a quiet big compound and dad planted many trees around the house. I looked at her gloomy face.

She sat on the bed, with her legs folded near her chest and her arms locked around her legs. Her chin rested on her knees. Eyes were filled up with some unknown pain. I stood silently behind her at the side of the bed and looked at her gloom face from side. She was so much engrossed in her thoughts that she was unable to sense my presence.

I crawled near her and nudged her by her shoulder. She trembled and looked at me. Those pair of eye, deluged to the brim, waiting for her pearls to get spilled. The tip of her nose was reddish; eyelashes were soaked with her tears.

I asked her ---“What happened?”

She nodded her head “Nothing”.

---“Then why are you sitting like that?”

She nodded her head again “Just like that.” She looked down to her feet. Small cream feet; small round toes.

I touched her both shoulder with, drop of tear rolled down over her cheeks and soaked the dress of her knees.

She sobbed out ---“You all are selfish. Everyone around me is selfish.”

I tried to push her chin up, but she strained her face.

I tried to persuade her as to tell me as what has happened.

Paree looked the other way again outside the window.

---“When I was a child, I had to wear the old clothes of Chandrani Di. I had to read her books. I didn’t get new books for me, no new shoes. Nothing. Every time I asked mom to get me new dress, she used to look the other way. I grew older; my eldest sister-in-law came to our house. She gave me new dress during the puja’s and all. Indrani Di and Chandrani Di got married at a young age. They used to bear most of the expanses of the house as Sumanto Da was only a farmer, and other two brothers were not earning yet. Everyone tried to impose their thoughts on me.”

Pearls were dropping from her lotus eyes. Painful big pearl drops rolling down her rosy cheeks. I kept my right hand on her head and rubbed her hair. She held my wrist and pushed away my hand without looking at me.

---“I grew older. My sisters sensed that I should get married after my class twelve only. Mom and Sumanto Da opposed to that. Indrani Di wanted to fix my marriage with her brother-in-law. Shasanko Da opposed and I carried on with my studies. No one asked my opinion these entire long. They all are selfish. Shasanko Da also tried to fix my marriage after my graduation with Meghna’s cousin brother. I sat idle for one year; none was willing to pay for my future studies.”

She looked at me and yelled ---“What am I? Am I a doll in their hands?”

I lost my words on hearing her words. So much of pain in those beautiful eyes? Although eldest aunt told me that Paree has hidden thousands of pain behind her beautiful smile, but then I didn’t thought that those pain would be something like that.

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I took her face between my palms and wiped her rolling down pearls with my thumbs.

Her look was more painful ---“ChotoMa was called and you came in my life. I don’t like the way you shout at me. Now you try to impose that I have to go and watch movies with you which I don’t understand. Who am I? Am I a wooden doll in all your hands? I had to obey orders from my sisters in my childhood, in my youth I had to obey my brothers and now I had to obey you? I do have a heart beating inside my chest Abhi?”

I pulled her face and touched my forehead on hers.

---“I am sorry. Forgive me please. I didn’t know all these.”

She removed my hands from her face and pushed me ---“So you mean to say that if you knew then you would not have done? Did you ever think that what was going inside me when I went with you to those unknown, thousands of miles away? Did you ever think what happened in my heart when I came to know that you were going out with Arunima? You haven’t thought what would happen to me. You just carried on. You all are selfish.”

I let out a deep exhale from my chest ---“Arunima was a mistake in my life, Paree. Why are you talking about those past?”

She screamed at me ---“Mistake? Ohh!!! Males do mistake and they say that it was a male chauvinism and we females do mistake they are entitled with bitter curses? Why this discrimination?”

I pulled her face on my chest ---“Paree, please I am sorry. Please. I promise not to hurt you again. Never. I will keep you out of all these turmoil; I will protect you with my arms.”

She clutched my vest and broke down.

I rubbed her back ---“Come one, please don’t cry. Smile now. See I won’t ask you to wear jeans or I won’t ask you to accompany me to somewhere you don’t like.”

She smiled back at me, wiping her eyes ---“Who told you that I don’t like to wear jeans? I wore that for you, right?”

---“Yeah so my honey is smiling again. Come on so what have you cooked for lunch?”

She pushed me playfully on the bed ---“I haven’t cooked anything yet. After everyone went, I just sat here looking outside those trees. I felt that how alone I was in this world.”

I pulled her by her wrist and she fell on me ---“Who the hell told you that you are alone? I am here for you.”

I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and locked her in my deep embrace. She folded her arms on my chest and rested her chin on back of her fist and looked deeply in my eyes. Big black lotus shaped eyes, twinkling with tears and loving smile. Long black eye lashes deluged yet.

I winked at her and asked ---“Want to go for a movie?”

She slapped playfully on my chest ---“Not again you rascal. Let me get up and cook the lunch.”

Paree kissed my chest and got up and went away to the kitchen.

It was still raining outside. I looked to those green leaves drenched in rainwater. Few sparrows chirped on the sunshade and shook their feathers to get rid of the water. I rubbed my chest where Paree just then slapped. I felt her touch of her slim fingers still lingered on my coarse muscular chest.

“Come up you lazy bones. Lunch is ready.” She shouted from the dining room.

“I have not taken my bath yet, baby” I came to the dining room and found that she was arranging the table.

She came near me and kicked on my behind ---“Just go away and take your bath quickly.”

I rubbed my butt ---“Ouch! This is not good. Next time I will not kick yours but I will bite those luscious mounds.”

She giggled and pushed me inside the bathroom.

My EVE was happy again.

As per my dad’s order I had to collect the forms for Banking Exams and other govt related exams. The sky was cloudy. I was about to leave the house after breakfast when Paree said that she also wanted to some with me.

I told her “Paree, the rain could come anytime. So why don’t you be at home, I will return within few hours only?”

She said with a gloomy face ---“For the whole day I had to be alone in the house. Doing nothing, nowhere to go. What will happen if I come with you? I have not been to College Street yet? ”

“Ok baba, now get ready quickly and come” I slapped her cheeks playfully and said to her.

She came out of her room after sometime. Dressed to kill.

She wore a dark blue long skirt. Tight till the end of her luscious bottoms and then unfurling in long plates down till her ankles. There were several small light blue flowers all over the skirt and on the border there were a series of white elephants and flowers.

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She wore a light pink shirt which came down till half of her sumptuous globes. To hide her treasure troves she wrapped a dark blue stole around her neck. She was smelling jasmine. Combed her hair, totally on her right and folded neatly at her nape with a beautiful golden hair clip. No dots on her cream forehead. Two green crystal earring dangling from her succulent earlobes. Shining as when she nodded her head by looking at my half opened mouth and big eyes. Dark brown lipstick colour glued on her luscious lips.


She blushed at me on seeing my bulged out eyes ---“Why are you looking at me like that?”

I looked at her and said ---“Should we go or you want to kill me now?”

She nodded her head in dismay and smiled ---“Oh! No not again. Now come on take the keys and lock the doors.”

We walked on the roads of College Street, buying the forms and few books of exams. Paree was looking all around the place. Those dingy shops filled up with thousands and thousands of books. The sky was getting overcastted.

She asked me as how many shops would be there.

I joked at her “Baby there is some eight thousand six hundred and twenty two book shops here.”

She gave a queer look ---“How are you so sure? Have you counted?”

I looked at her---“Don’t you believe me. Then why don’t you count yourself.”

She started beating me playfully with her folding umbrella in the middle of the road.

---“You rascal, you make a mockery of me.”

I put my left arm around her shoulder and said ---“Oh! Great, how fool of you that you have believed me.”

She asked me ---“Finished buying the forms? Now what to do?”

I asked her ---“Want to goto coffee house?”

She giggled at me ---“Why? I am not so intellectual as Debi or Arindam.”

Oh! My gosh, rainy season had arrived at last in Kolkata and it started pouring in large drops.

We saw a tram coming from the BowBazar. Paree pointed out to the tram and asked me to jump into. Without even waiting for me she ran and jumped in second coach of the tram. I was surprised to see her act like that. So puerile and playful, I thought. On seeing her jump like that, the conductor also laughed at her. I had no other option to run and catch the tram.

Once inside, I slapped her playfully on her cheek and asked ---“Do you have any idea where this tram goes?”

She giggled ---“No, why should I worry about that when you are with me.”

I asked the conductor as where the tram was going? He answered that it was going till ShaymBazar.

While the tram was crossing HathiBagan, Paree saw something outside the window and yelled at me.

---“Come, come, come. Get down.”

I asked her “Why?”

She pointed to a movie poster outside ---“See, “Hotath Bristi (Sudden Rain)” is being screened at Darpan Cinema. Let us watch this.”

---“Oh! No not at least Bengali cinema, Paree.”

She pulled my hand and asked the conductor to stop the tram.

---“Come, Na. Please, please, please. If watch this movie with me then I promise that I will accompany with you to Nandan for English movie. What you said the name was?”

---“Schindler’s List”

She giggled---“Ok, whatever list be it I will watch that, till you are with me.”

So at last, by the help of rain god and my puerile EVE made me to watch the Bengali movie “Hotath Bristi” which was a remake of a Tamil movie, which I don’t know the name. The movie was a romantic one and very beautiful.

When we came out, it was getting dark outside. The rain god showed no mercy on us and poured his vengeance on Kolkata streets like anything. That small folding umbrella was not enough for both of us to keep ourselves away from getting drenched. The lower parts of her long skirt was totally drenched and glued on her curvaceous calves and legs. I felt that we had to board a taxi so as to reach the house and keep Paree away from the hungry eyes of the cunning hyenas looking at her. I asked her to cover herself with the stole.

When we reached home, we found dad already returned. Dad asked us as where we went. Paree saved my back and told dad that we went to College Street to buy forms and we got late as we met Debi there. She winked at me before she went in her room.

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I came down after changing my dresses. Mom already arrived.

Paree was sneezing continuously. “Achoo.. Achoo…”

Mom asked me as what has happened. Paree said to mom that we went to College Street to buy forms and we go drenched. She covered herself in a shawl. Mom touched her forehead to feel her temperature and then looked at me with her burning eyes.

---“For you idiot, she has got fever.”

Dad spoke from his room ---“This idiot took her to the college street when he knew that it was going to rain.”

I said ---“We took umbrella”

Mom, in her fuming voice ---“Why you took her along with you?”

Paree was taken aback by her ChotoMa’s behavior as both of them were showering their abuses on me.

She wanted to say something, but I signed her not to say anything.

She looked at me painfully, her eyes were red. I sensed that she was having temperature.

Mom asked her to retire to her room and asked me to get an appointment from a doctor.

Paree was having high fever. Doctor prescribed some medicines, he told that it was a mild cold fever nothing to worry about. But mom was worried. Those lines on her forehead told me everything, that she was worried for Paree.

I told mom that she need not worry as it was only a fever due to the rain and cold, she would be alright.

I saw, Paree was on her bed, trembling badly. I let out a deep exhale as what wrong I had done?

At night, I slept in the guest room and mom slept with Paree. She writhed in fever for the whole night and I was unable to sleep in the next room. I writhed in some other pain in my heart. I was unable to touch her and say anything to her.

At about morning three o’clock her painful whines stopped. For the whole night neither mom nor I could sleep. At one end, her ChotoMa’s anxiety and on other end, a sensation of guilt kept both of us awake the whole night.

In the morning, mom told me that Paree was feeling well so she was going to her college.

After mom and dad left for their work place, I entered Paree’s room. She was still asleep. I went to bed and sat beside her. The blanket covered her from neck to toe. I looked at her face, cute as a baby, sleeping peacefully. I gently grazed my palm on her forehead and combed her hair. With the back of my fingers I gently rubbed her cheeks. In one nights fever, she had shrunk. The rosy cheeks were no more shining, pale yellow skin instead. Although she had no temperature, but that one night fever has taken away her strength.

I looked at her face for a quiet long time. I forgot to take my breakfast.

Mom told me that I should give her medicines in regular interval.

I was about to get up from her side to fetch some milk and bread so that I could feed her and then give her the medicine. I felt a tug on my wrist, her soft thin fingers clasped my wrist and I looked over my shoulder.

Her soft smiling face and those pair of lotus buds gave a feverish look at me.

She whispered in a low voice ---“Please, don’t go.”

I looked in those lotus buds and said to her ---“Let me get something to eat, then your medicine and then I will be with you for whole day. Today I don’t have any work to do.”

I mashed the bread along with milk and put that in a bowl and on other hand there was a big bowl of warm water to wipe her face. She already sat on the bed, leaning on the headrest with few pillows behind her back and the blanket pulled till her bosom.

I sat beside her and asked her that she needs to freshen up first and then take food. She gave a pleading look “No”.

I scolded her ---“Don’t give that look and just do what I say.”

I soaked a towel and wiped her face. Gradually that paleness disappeared and those lotus buds were pinkish again.

“Feeling ok?” I asked her.

She gently nodded her head “Yes”. I brought the spoon full of mashed bread and milk near her lips. Her lips quivered.

I yelled at her “Eat this. No words.” She looked at me and obeyed me as a small child.

I wiped her face after breakfast and asked her to take medicine. She asked me that she wants to goto restroom. I helped her to the restroom.

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I asked her ---“Want to take a warm sponging? You will feel good.”


She said something from the back of the door, which was quiet inaudible. So I asked her again.

She yelled out ---“NO.”

I just lend a deaf ear to her say and went to kitchen to boil the water.

I sponged her hands and legs without paying any attention to her pleas so as not to touch her feet.

After sponging she was feeling much better than before.

She asked me ---“Can you read me RabindraNath Tagore’s “Shajahan” poem?”

I sat on the bed, reclining on the head rest with three pillows on my back. Paree snuggled near my chest. I parted my legs so that I could accommodate her in my deep embrace. She pulled the blanket over her and rested her head on my chest. I put my left arm around her torso and pulled her on my chest to give her warmth. She bundled herself between my legs and rested her hands on my chest, clasping my vest tightly in her clutch. I felt her soft cheeks on my chest.

I took out the “Sanchoita” written by RabindraNath Tagore and tried to read few lines of “Shajahan” to her. But my Bengali pronunciation and reading capabilities were so bad that Paree giggled at me.

---“Oh! My god, it is terrible the way you are reading the poem.”

I looked at her and said ---“You knew before hand that I am terrible in reading Bengali poems and yet you asked me.”

She nibbled on my chest with her finger nails ---“I just wanted to find out, whether you can read or not.”

I smiled and said ---“Oh! Gosh.” And I kissed her head.

She trembled a little and whispered ---“Hold me tight.”

I held her tightly in my arms. Her soft torso melted like a piece of butter in my deep embrace. She closed her eyes to feel all my warmth.

I said to her ears ---“I have written few lines in Hindi, for you.”

She nodded her head “Read that to me”

---“But in Hindi.”

---“So what, is there any language barrier in words of love?”

“Ok, here it goes…” I closed my eyes to recount as what I wrote ---

“Sari Jag Jaab So jaye (When the whole world sleeps)

ChupkeKe Se Chand Tere Khidki Pe Ayee (Stealthily the moon knocks your window)

Sunayee Tujhyee Woh Nadi Ki Jhankar (She makes you hear the rivers melody)

Jaab Leheren Karti Kinare Se Pyar (When the waves make love with the banks)

Sunaye Tujhye Woh Jugnu Ki Baten (She makes you hear the fire-flies tale)

Sitaroon Se Jaab Karti Mulakaten (When they rendezvous with the twinkling stars)

Sunayee Tujhye Woh Mithi Dhun (She makes you hear the sweet hymn)

Bhawnren Jise Karen Gun Gun (What the bees hum always)

Sari Jag Jaab So jaye (When the whole world sleeps)

ChupkeKe Se Chand Tere Khidki Pe Ayee (Stealthily the moon knocks your window)”

She looked at me and smiled beautifully and threw her arms around my neck. Stretched her neck to push her face near my face and tried to kiss my lips. I sensed her warm breath flooding my chin as her nose touched my chin.

Instead of kissing her rosy lips I kissed her eyebrows and rubbed my nose on her forehead.

---“Not now, Paree. Get well soon, honey. Then we have to do lot of work.”

---“Hide me inside your heart, so that I would not wander off in this dark painful world.”

I pressed her head on my heart and said ---“You are always here, honey.”

She closed her eyes and slept in my arms, peacefully like a kitten.

After two days, Paree was fine and we planned to goto Nandan to watch the movie “Schindler’s List.” Paree said that we should go just after her ChotoMa and Babu leave the house and come back before they arrive. The pan was a perfect one, but the monsoon was already in Kolkata. So, rain would be a spoil sport for us, we thought. But how could rain stop two lovelorn doves from mating ?

So next day we planned to go for movie. After mom and dad left for their workplace, I asked Paree to hurry up. I dressed up in jeans and a white shirt. I asked her to wear something slinky so she can burn the streets of Kolkata in that monsoon.

But it was my Damsel, EVE, who never wears such slinky dresses. What she dressed certainly turned my head. A baby pink coloured chiffon saree with lots and lots of blue flowers all over the border and silver thread embroidery on the end that was dbangd on her left shoulder. Baby pink short sleeved blouse glued to her bosoms with thin border at arms. At back the blouse was tied with three strings. Her creamy spine and wide shoulder bones playing hide and seek. Aroma of jasmine all over the place. Her hair folded neatly at her nape and tied in a golden hairclip. That beautiful bunch of lock caressed her right cheek as always. She had applied black eyeliner under her lotus bud eyes which made those lotus buds more prominent. There was a small dot of pink and blue colour between her whip like eyebrows. Two small dimples as she smiled at me. A pair of blue and pink crystal ear-rings dangled from her succulent earlobes. The shine on her red lips beckoned me to taste the nectar. She held a black clutch bag in her left clutch and her wrist was tied with her golden titan watch. I felt to come down on my knees and kiss her small round tummy which was provocatively hiding behind her chiffon saree. The flimsy saree glued to her round tummy and the knot was just below her deep navel. Due to the knot, her soft tummy bulged out a bit. I was unable to control myself from kissing her navel.

She looked at my face and gave a sly smile ---“Shall we go now?”

I trotted near her and put my left arm around her narrow waist and pulled her near me. Placed my index and middle finger of my right hand under her chin and raised her face. Her hands came up to the collar of my shirt and she gave a lovely look.

I whispered ---“Why are you so beautiful, Paree?”

---“Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. It is not that I am beautiful, it you who has made me beautiful.”

I could not keep off my eyes till we reached Nandan.

The sky was cloudy. It could rain anytime, I sensed. And monsoon in Kolkata is terrible. Paree asked me on seeing the poster ---“What type of movie is this?”

I said ---“As far as I have read, that this movie is based on real life character of a German Jew who saved people during the Second World War.”

She exclaimed on hearing that ---“WHAT. You have brought your girlfriend to watch a horror movie?”

I laughed at her as I heard her saying that movie as a horror flick ---“Oh! Honey, this is not a horror flick.”

---“Not a horror flick? Second World War and not a horror flick, that too based out of real characters?”

I tried to persuade her ---“Oh! Come on you promised.”

Paree slapped softly on my back ---“Ok, come on let’s watch.”

At Nandan, few people came to watch the movie. So the auditorium was mostly vacant.

She sat on my right and rested her head on my right shoulder while watching the movie. I had my right arm over her shoulder to hug her close to my chest.

There was one scene where Ralph Fiennes comes out of his room with his rifle in his hand and points to the barbed wire courtyard of the concentration camp. He points the nozzle to the courtyard and finds a boy sitting on the staircase of a cabin. He shots at the boy on his head and instantly the lifeless body tumbled down from the staircase.

On seeing that, Paree shrieked and hid her face in my chest and clasped my shirt in her firm grip.

---“OH! MY GOD. This movie is totally unbearable; I don’t want to watch more of this. I can’t stand the bloody scenes.”

I hugged her deeply and pressed my nose oh her hair ---“This is only a movie. Honey.”

---“But based on true facts.”

I pleaded her “Please, let us watch this movie.”

She looked at me and asked in a veiled disgust ---“What type of person you are? People take their girlfriend to watch romantic movies and you came to watch a true painful movie with me?”

---“What do you want now, tell me? Do you want to continue or leave this movie?”

“I can’t stand anymore of this. Please take me somewhere else.” She pleaded me.

We came out of the hall in middle of the movie. Although I was disheartened but those feelings faded once I saw her gloom face while watching the movie.

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She looked up at the sky, which was getting dark due to the vengeance of rain God.

She looked at me and asked ---“What to do now? My saree will get badly drenched if it rains.”

---“Let’s go home then.”

She looked bit disheartened as I asked her to return to home.

She gave a pleading look ---“Why not go to some place where you and Debi went for ice cream.”

“Yeah that’s was a good idea to go to Scoop by the bank of River Ganges.” I said to myself.

I asked her ---“Want to walk or board a taxi?”

---“Why not walk. The weather is beautiful. The air is filled up with smell of monsoon and drenched earth. The trees are green and no sun over head.”

We sat at the Scoop by the bank of Ganges, same seat where one day I and Debi sat, devouring the ice-cream. Paree looked out of the huge glass window facing the river.

She blurted out---“So romantic place is this and you have taken me to watch “Schindler’s List?”

I looked at her face, full of mischievous smile. She stood by the window resting her arms in the high table. I sat beside her and put my left arm on her waist. She placed her cheek on my head and put her right arm around my neck. I felt her warm cheek melting my scalp.

She cooed, looking outside ---“The sky is getting darker. Let us finish this ice-cream and go home.”

“Ok, as my damsel orders.”

And we returned home before my parents arrived. During the whole return journey she giggled and we talked nonsense’s and joked a lot.

Once inside the house, while climbing the stairs I looked at her swaying luscious bottoms and wide hips. I grabbed the loose end of her saree and pulled her. The loose end came of her shoulder.

She held the other end tightly and shrieked at me ---“Please let me go.”

I took few steps towards her as we stood at the first landing of the staircase. I pressed her against the wall and she looked deeply in my burning eyes. The loose end was already on the floor revealing her sumptuous bosoms hidden under the baby pink blouse. I pressed her serpentine figure with all my force. Her hands came up to her chest covering her luscious bosoms. Her heavy breaths made her bosoms to heave passionately. I put my palms on both side of her narrow waist, gnawing her soft fleshy sides of her tummy. My breaths grew hotter and warmer as her hands clasped the collar of my shirt and her lips opened up. Partial opened lips blew hot breath on my chin and face. A huge storm caught inside me, which made my anatomy to pulsate on her soft abdomen.

Paree whispered ---“Not here honey. Please.”

I paid no heed to her ardent pleas and pressed myself on her lower abdomen. She felt my peak and let out a soft moan out of her luscious lips.

“Ahhhh!!!……. Don’t make me writhe here….. I am going crazy…. Please …. Honey ….”

I pressed my hungry lips on her luscious lips and cut short her moans. Her hands came up my head, frantically gnawing my scalp and combing my hair. Her soft heavy bosoms melted on my chest, as if a pair of warm honeycomb. She bit my lower lip between her rows of pearl, sending a chill sharp pain. That pain made me madder and I grabbed her sumptuous hind globes. I started to knead those mounds like dough, dug my fingers on her soft flesh. She sucked the air out of mouth, made my mouth a hollow piece of wanton cave. For long time both of us remained locked in that hot passionate smooch, frantically searching each other’s lips and sucking out saliva out of our mouth. I grabbed her pompous bottoms and pulled her up in the air. She let my lips go from her hungry wet smooch and wrapped her arms around my neck to support her. I carried her to the drawing room and threw her slender soft figure on the divan.

She bunched up the loose end of her saree and pleaded to me ---“Please don’t do this now. Babu will be arriving anytime.”

I struggled to open my shirt and the buttons gave away. There was a ferocious look in my eyes. What happened to me that day, I still can’t understand. I was burning all over with carnal hunger. I crawled towards her and she moved to the wall. I pulled by her leg and Paree kicked my chest. I held her saree by the knot below her navel and untied the knot. She held my wrist in her strong grip tried to keep her cloth bunched up at her tummy. I was stronger than my EVE. I paid no attention to her ardent pleas of not mauling her. I grabbed her soft flesh around her deep belly button with my strong fingers. The soft creamy skin bore red marks of my nails.

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Suddenly her voice changed from lovely chirping to hissing snake ---“Let me go Abhi. You are hurting me. Let me go.”


I don’t know what type of beastly desire filled my brain that day. But her hiss made me comeback. I saw her eyes; those were filled up with tears of pain.

Her lips quivered ---“This is not my Abhi. Let me go.” Her bosoms were heaving as if huge waves were crashing.

There was no point of return for me and I grabbed the neck line of her blouse and pulled that cloth with my left hand. The fabric came off her juicy mounds with a screeching sound of torn fabric. Her bright pink innerwear revealed much of her creamy luscious mounds.

As she felt the fabric has gone away she cried out ---“LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU ARE NOT MY ABHI.”

I felt a sharp slap across my face and my glass hit the wall and broke into pieces. I let her go free from my licentious grab.

Somehow she covered her mauled bosoms with the loose end of her dbangry and slapped me once again.

“You have become a BEAST. You are not the person I knew.” There were tears in her beautiful eyes.

I grinded my jaws and grabbed my own hair in disgust. I said to myself “What am I doing to my lovely damsel. My nightingale is in pain and I am trying to maul her like a hungry hyena. Why what has happened to me.”

I closed my eyes tightly and fell at her feet. She sat there, sobbing. Bunched up her torn blouse somehow to cover her bosoms and tried to gather her dbangry over her slender mauled frame.

I was unable to think of anything as what had happened that day. What devil took upon me that day?

She banged her head on the wall and sobbed ---“WHY YOU DID THIS TO ME? WHY?”

I could not gather myself up to face her and hid my face, deluging her soft feet.

We remained motionless for long time, till we heard the rain drops splashing on the window panes.

After long time Paree gathered herself somehow and staggered to her room and locked herself. I felt like tearing myself apart and banged my fist on the wall repeatedly. I cursed the beast inside me.

I repeatedly asked myself “Why I did this with my love.”

Fortunately I had a spare pair of specs. For the whole afternoon I could not look in her eyes. Her face and eyes were swollen and red. Mom asked Paree as what has happened. She answered that she overslept in the evening. Somehow I finished my dinner and retired to my bedroom.

The torrential raindrops were hitting the doors and windows as well as her painful cries echoed in my brain.

Her agonizing lament echoed inside my heart and soul “YOU ARE NOT MY ABHI. YOU HAVE BECOME A BEAST.”

I could not sleep the whole night and kept on banging my head on the pillow.

I woke up late. It was already ten o’clock. My parents were not at home as usual. But how could I face my EVE with what I had done to her the other day. Somehow I gathered myself up and came to the drawing room on the first-floor. There was no sound of Paree. There was a painful silence all over. The walls were trying to gulp me. The ceiling was pouring fire on me. The doors and windows were branding me as a salacious animal.

I turned on the TV so as to divert my mind on to somewhere else. The TV screened something, but the screen was abusing me.

I heard the footsteps behind the curtain approaching the drawing room. Paree stood there at the door with the teacup and with a grievous look on her face. My chest pulsated as our eyes met. Some strong fingers twisted my heart. Her sweet lips quivered as she came near me and put the tea cup on the centre table. She stood there with glistened eyes.

Her piercing eyes questioned me repeatedly “What happened to you the other day?”

I fell on the floor, kneeled in front of her and threw my arms around her waist and hid my face on soft tummy.

“I don’t know Paree, what happened to me, I don’t know.” I nodded my head repeatedly and echoed my heat out.

She pulled up my face from her tummy and asked me again ---“What happened to you?”

There was a faint smile on her lips. I could not mutter any words. My chest was bursting out.

Again she asked me ---“Abhi, what made you such a beast? My Abhi was not like that. What made you act like that?”

I sobbed ---“I don’t know Paree. What made to turn into that beast? I really don’t know. Forgive me please. Please Paree, for the one last time, please forgive me.”

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[usaiha2]

Chapter 9: Days under Sun, Night under Stars (Remaining Part)



She sat on the small couch and pulled my face near her. I was still on my knees in front of her. She took my face between her palms and wiped my cheeks.

“You are a disgusting rascal.” She smiled sweetly at me.

She rubbed her nose tip on my nose and said to me again ---“You are barbarous swine.”

She folded my specs and kept that on the centre table. Picked up the tea sup and asked me to sip the tea.

I locked my arms around her and hugged her deeply.

I whispered in a choked voice ---“Are you going to leave me for my sadist act?”

---“How can I leave you? You are such an idiotic critter that you will need me in every step of your life. I can’t leave my baby prince. Don’t think of that ever. Just sip the tea now.”

She brought the cup to my lips, it started drizzling outside. Paree looked out of the window and said to me “See, the rain God has showered his blessings. Come with me to the roof and enjoy the rain.”

Paree pulled me to the roof along with her. I was feeling happy to see her smiling face again.

These raunchy male testosterones can be really licentious at times and can take out the licentious beast inside any male.

Paree ran to the open roof and stood there in the middle with her arms outstretched. Her eyes were closed and face upwards. She was wearing a brown coloured long skirt and a cream t-shirt. My damsel looked like a tuberose drenched in rain. Water drops trickled down her long hair, dripping down her chin. Several tributaries and distributaries formed on her beautiful oval face. Few drops held at her chin.

Venus came up riding the waves of the deep ocean.

She wiped her face and looked at me.

---“What are you waiting for? Come here.”

I smiled at her ---“Have you forgot that you have recovered from fever few days back?”

She smiled sweetly at me ---“I haven’t forgotten that. I have my precious to take of me.”

I shook my head in veiled anger and smiled at her ---“You will never change, will you?”

The t-shirt glued to her upper torso and her healthy treasure troves were clearly outlined. The cotton fabric of the skirt glued to her lower anatomy. Nothing was much hidden by those drenched dbangries. The veil on the mermaid was unable to hide her beauty.

I stepped out on the roof and stood in-front of her. She stepped back, anticipated clearly my next move would be to take her in my arms and hug her deep. I stepped few paces more and she stepped few paces back.

All the time I had a mischievous smile on my face.

Suddenly she ran and entered my room and closed the door behind her.

“Naughty girl” I said to myself.

“Paree, don’t play hide and seek with me, honey.” I said to her.

She shouted at me behind the closed door ---“Come and get me if you can.”

I pushed open the door and found her standing by the bed stand with a towel in her hand. She was drying her hair and smiling at me.

I asked her ---“Why do you pour oil in the ignited flame and then slap me to avert yourself from burning?”

She threw another question to me in response to my query ---“Can’t you talk to me, hold me in your arms, cuddle me sweetly. Looking out of the window to the blue sky? I feel safe and secure in your arms. But your rage burnt all those peaceful pastures. Why do you always have to be naughty?”

I went numb the way she said those words.

“Don’t come near me. I am all drenched.” She said to me, as I took few steps towards her.

I folded my arms above my head and banged my fist on my cranium.

Men are from North Pole and Women are from South Pole. They differ in nature but they are always attracted to each other. That is the Eternal Truth of nature.

“So you haven’t forgiven me yet? The grudge is still reeling inside you?” I gave a pleading look at her.

She threw the towel on the bed and came near me.

I didn’t have the courage to take her in my arms that time.

She held my collars of my vest and stretched her neck. Her nose touched mine. She looked into my pleading eyes and whispered ---“I will forgive you in one condition, if you paint my picture.”

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Chapter 10: Peacock Throne

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Next day Paree presented me a box of water colours and pencils.

I asked her as how she wanted her portrait to get painted. I knew that I have to paint her portrait in absence of my parents and also I could not keep that open.

She said in an annoying voice ---“You are painter, not I. How should I know?”

I joked at her---“How about a nude portrait of my EVE.”

She started beating me playfully---“You cunning rascal. Go away. I am not going to forgive you again. I don’t want my portrait to be painted by a lewd painter.”

I held her in my arms and looked in her eyes.

---“My beautiful mermaid, I was just joking.”

I locked my arms under her soft plump bottoms and pulled her up on my lap.

She screamed ---“Oh! Come on. Let me go. Please, please. Do you want to paint my picture?”

I nodded my head saying that “Yeah! I am dying to paint your picture honey.”

While nodding, my nose brushed over her soft bosoms over the cotton dress. The soft touch and her sweet aroma ignited a fire in my chest. Paree sensed that my breaths have gone warmer.

She gave an annoying look and said ---“You will be forgiven only if you paint my picture, honey. Else you had to contend with kiss and I will go away.”

Half heartedly I had to let her go from my amorous lock and let her down.

“What do you want me to wear? What theme have you thought for the painting?” She asked me.

I said ---“You have to wear your peacock blue saree and dress beautifully like a peacock. Wear your gold and pearl earrings. The background will be the snow peak mountain of Chitkul. Now just go and get dressed while I take out my pencils and charcoal.”

Paree went away to take her bath and get dressed for me, for my painting.

I took out my sketch book and pencils and charcoal and pinned up on a drawing board. I could not use an easel because if the painting would be done on easel then that could attract attention of my parents and they would have sensed our torrid romance.

After an hour, my beautiful mermaid entered in my room. She was looking gorgeous like a peacock in her peacock blue saree. I could not take off my eyes from her beautiful face. I stood near my drawing board, totally smitten by her beauty.

I told her to seat on the chair, body facing the window but her face should turn towards me.

She sat on the chair with her left leg over her right. I asked her to rest her elbow on her left thigh and her chin should rest on her palm. Her right hand should cross her left elbow over her left thigh.

She sat there in front of me; the pencil remained in my hand. I could not stroke a single line on the blank paper that was lying in front of me.

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Paree, dressed in her beautiful peacock blue saree. Her long tress folded in a tight bun and a black and white hair-clip kept that bun in place. Her long eyelashes beautified her big dark eyes. Her cream forehead beautified by her thin whip-like eyebrows. Her chiseled nose shone in the sunlight. Pink coloured lipstick glued on her thin and luscious lips. Her blouse was short quarter sleeved. Her creamy skin of her bare arms shone gracefully. A thin gold necklace adorned her gander like neck and a shining crystal pendant danced on her cream upper chest between her upper bulges of her sumptuous bosoms. I looked at her wrist, few thin gold bangles on both her thin cream soft wrist shone brightly. The pair of gold and pearl ear-rings dangled from her succulent earlobes. I felt like kissing those creamy soft earlobes with my lips and drench her nape with my saliva. I resisted hard my feelings so as not to malign the beauty.

I looked at her face for a long time; she was smiling at me sweetly very sweetly. I sensed something was missing from my mermaid’s face. I thought for a long time what that could be. I sensed that she was not having anything on her forehead. I mixed the blue and green color in my palette.

Crawled near her on my knees and she gave a queer look at me.

---“What are you doing with the paint?”

I brought my face near her and rubbed my nose on hers ---“There is something missing.”

---“What?”

With the thin zero brush, I painted a dot on her forehead between her whip like eyebrows. Then I painted two smaller dots above that one and one smaller below that main big dot.

She whispered ---“Now do I satisfy my heart-throb?”

I planted a small kiss on her rosy cheeks and said ---“Still something missing from my EVE’s face, honey.”

I tried hard, scratched my scalp to dig out as what could be missing from my sweethearts face.

She asked ---“What more do you want me to do?”

I traced my right index finger on her cheeks over her sweet little dimple and said---“Something is still missing from your face make my EVE more beautiful.” I joked at her---“Probably the colours on your lips are too rosy, it is beckoning me to lick those colours with my tongue.”

She slapped my playfully ---“Now if you don’t start to sketch then I will surely go away. The way you are looking at me, is sending hot sensation all over my spine.”

Paree moaned---“Please don’t play with me now.”

I placed my left hand behind her head and pulled the hair-clip off her bun. Her long tresses flowed down. I gently grabbed a handful of her tresses on the back of her head. She moved her head in round circle and closed her eyes.

Paree moaned out ---“What are you doing?”

My breath grew hotter on seeing her partially closed eyes and her parted lips invited me.

I cooed ---“Making you more beautiful, honey.”

Her bosoms started to heave as if a huge tsunami caught her all of a sudden. Her slender soft arms came around my neck.

---“Please Abhi; don’t look at me like that. I am feeling something in my heart, in my chest.”

---“Just express what you are feeling. I will make all those expressions live in front of you. Just express.”

She looked deeply in my eyes and blew warm air on my face---“I will not forgive you, honey. I will be very, very angry honey if you don’t paint.”

I placed her long tresses over her right shoulder and let then flow over her bosom at front. With my left finger I took out the bunch of lock and placed that on her right cheek.

I bit my left index finger hard, jabbed my teeth on the finger to suppress the staunch that already jammed the core of my heart.

She was still breathing hard, her sumptuous bosoms heaved like huge waves crashing on yellow sunny sea beach.

I walked up to the drawing board and took the pencil in my grip.

Her eyes were then beaming in passion and that sweet smile gone. Instead a mischievous hungry glowing look beamed all over her face. Just the way I wanted to paint the picture of my red heartthrob. My Paree, my EVE sat in front of me as if a peacock on a throne.

Strokes fell on the blank white handmade paper. Thick and thin. The white coarse paper became alive in front of my eyes. Her small bunch of lock that made her face look like a full moon hiding at times behind a small tuft of cloud. The shining pearls that dangled from her earlobes. Her glistening eyes, filled up to the brim in a passionate look. Her partially opened lips beckoned me from the paper itself. The tip of her nose glistened in the sun light.

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Paree sat there looking at me and asked ---“Are you sketching or just looking at me with your hungry eyes?”

After finishing the rough sketch I put down my pencil and moved my head in circle.

She yelled at me ---“Are you finished, rascal? I am sitting here for more than an hour.”

I signed her to come near me.

She looked at the handmade paper and threw her arms around my neck. I locked my arms around her narrow waist and pulled her near me.

She mewed ---“Am I really that beautiful or you just made that?”

I inhaled a long breath, filled my lungs with her sweet jasmine aroma.

---“My mermaid is much more beautiful than what I have sketched.”

Her soft bosoms crushed on my chest, the fabric could not hide the hard strawberries from poking my chest. Her soft svelte figurine melted in my tight hug.

I placed my lips on her luscious succulent rose petals and sucked her saliva out of those lips.

She poured out hot breath on my face. Her eyes were closed while she sucked my lips. With her soft thin fingers she grabbed the back of my head to pull my face more onto her. I crushed her tender soft figurine in my arms and pulled her up. Her feet came off the floor. Our kiss broke. Our hearts raced like a pair of horse and mare trying to the finish line of passion.

She moaned out---“Every passing day, your eyes makes me mad. Every passing moment I can’t live without you. I fear to die. I want to live with you, Abhi. I don’t know how you will make my dreams come true. But if you don’t then I will stab my heart and place that in front of you.”

I rubbed my chin on her heaving cleavage and whispered---“You stupid girl. Don’t ever talk to me like that. I will take you out of this place. The thief will steal his fairy and they will live in mountains where no one will haunt the fairy and her thief.”

A drop of liquid pearl trickled down her lotus buds and ran down her rosy nose tip on my lips.

She smiled mischievously at me---“My baby prince, I am hungry now.”

I joked at her---“Why don’t you eat me?”

She smiled sweetly with her glistening eyes ---“You are the dessert, my baby.”

I let her down and she still had her arms around me. In our entwined arms the blissful embrace continued to soak us in pure romantic bliss. I caressed her back over her spine; she kept her head on my chest for a long time with her eyes closed feeling my heartbeat on her cheek.

Paree was glowing brightly; my beautiful fairy was beaming again. Before going out of my room she looked at me over her shoulder and mewed---“Till the painting is over, the status-quo remains. I haven’t forgiven you yet, my baby prince.”

I smiled mischievously at her and looked at the ceiling---“You naughty girl. I will kill you if you don’t forgive me.”

She brought her right index finger on her lips and kissed that---“I will surely wait for that day.”

During that night after dinner, I took out the drawing board and switched on the table lamp. I took out the water colours and paint brushes. I looked at the drawing board; the sketch of Paree was looking at me and smiling at me with her burning eyes, beckoning me to kiss her. I forgot to mix up the colours. I looked at her eyes, at her luscious lips. The black strokes were calling me to dive into that paper and kiss her luscious lips.

I brought the paper near my lips and was about to press my lips on that handmade coarse paper. Just then I felt a soft touch on my shoulder.

---“Why are you kissing the paper; honey? Your Paree is standing in front of you.”

She placed her arms around my neck from behind my chair and nibbled my chest with her finger nails. I held her arms tightly as her nails send tingling sensations all over my tummy and on my chest.

Paree brought her lips on my right ear and nibbled my earlobes. Her wet tongue and pearly teeth send burning jolt of thousands of volts along my spine. I shivered on the chair. Each pores on my skin exhaled hot lava. I closed my eyes and bend my head back. My nape touched her heaving bosoms over her soft fleshy cleavage. Her soft warm mounds melted on my nape like a pair of butter chunk melting on touch of hot knife.

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She moaned in my ears---“Can you now feel how I feel when you do all these to me?”


She traced her tongue on my nape, I clenched my jaws.

She nibbled on the base of my neck with her pearly rows of teeth. I shook violently and my grip on her arms bore red mark on her creamy satin skin.

Only I could moan out a long ---“Pareeeeee……….” And nothing else.

I slowly turned my chair towards her and pulled her roughly across my lap. She fell with a soft thud and perched herself on my lap comfortably. Her soft round hind globes crushed my staunch cannon burning inside me. She was in her sleeveless long night dress. Her soft warm bosoms pressed on my chest. The sumptuous warm globes of butter were jostling among themselves. Those mounds tried hard to free them from the realm of her dress. Her hard strawberries outlined clearly through her flimsy fabric, poked out invitingly in front of my lecherous sight. Those small pebbles on her twin peaks waited eagerly to get sucked and chewed by my teeth.

Paree locked my neck with her right arm and traced my right earlobe. The thin soft finger made me shiver in burning passion. I locked my left arm around her narrow round waist and pressed my mouth on soft side of her upper popped out bosom. She felt my teeth on her soft hot flesh. Her eyes were closed as I nibbled the soft upper bulge.

My chest was boiling in hot lava.

She threw her head back and her left palm grabbed my muscular chest. She dug her nails as my teeth pushed down her dress lining and nibbled the pinkish brown areola. Her staunch right pebble poked on my chin.

I jabbed my right hand on her soft tummy and caressed and mauled the soft fleshy round tummy in my strong grip.

Her thighs were pressed tightly against each other. The muscles were going hard and wane with each my lick on rim of her strawberries.

She moaned out ---“Honey, I forgive you. Just take me to heaven dear. I want to be with you forever.”

I placed my right arm below her knees and pulled her on my lap. I stood up from the chair and placed her on the bed.

She was panting hard, her right bosom was out of her dress and the left globe was still waiting to be unveiled. The lace of her upper part of dress was tucked above her left pebble waiting for a small tug to get itself free.

She gave a burning look at me and licked her lips and then she bit her lower lip.

She purred like a wanton cat---“What are you looking at, rascal?”

I hissed ---“Looking at my mermaid, came out of the burning sea basking herself in the romantic bliss.”

I lay down beside her wanton svelte figurine. I placed my left hand behind her head and pulled up her face on mine and bit her upper lip.

She had her burning eyes fixated on mine. Her palms took my face and caressed all over the cheeks and ears and hair.

My left chest pressed on her right soft mound I felt her iron hot pebble poking on my hot chest.

I scratched the back of her head with my left fingers.

She was pouring hot breath all over my face as our lips tugged and towed each other’s trying hard to get past one another.

My right hand was not so lazy and was busy caressing and kneading the soft fleshy tummy. Making circles and nibbling around her navel.

Her plump slender thighs were pressing against each other, rubbing her smooth satin skin. The friction of her skin ignited the fire of love at the juncture of her limbs.

Her knees were bent. Her night dress was bunched up at her waist. Her slender thighs were in full glow. Her sweet gateway of pleasure revealed herself in front of my eyes.

For the first time I sensed her urgency of desire, her left hand came down to the buttons of my short trying to push that down.

I hissed out as I felt her soft serpentine finger approached my loins.

She broke the kiss and shook her shoulder to let the right strap to slide down her round shoulder.

I could not take the scene anymore and lay on the bed, pulled her over me.

I grabbed her plump hind globes in my strong grip and mauled the soft flesh.

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I rubbed my staunch cannon on her pleasure cave which was then bare as her lower end of her dress was bunched up her narrow waist.

She felt my hot wanton ram poking on the gateway and she let out a long moan.

I crushed her back and mauled her globes and kneaded her soft flesh. My ram thumped hard inside my shorts trying to get out of the boundaries of the domain.

I rolled over and Paree was then below me.

She parted her thighs and her hands pushed my short below my waist.

She sensed my rod thumped on the inner side of her soft silky thigh.

I put my arms beneath her armpits and held the back of her head and jabbed my cannon in to the folds of pleasure.

Her tender figure arched like a huge bow as my ram found the gate opened and sheathed into the soft wet folds of her cave. She moaned out a long “Aaaaaa…..”

My roughness burnt her and we played with each other for a long time.

We dwell in to the Arcadia lingering in rough play and ran though the forests of Eden. The summit was nearing, Paree dug all her ten finger nails on my back and I bit her shoulder as the lava flowed from the volcano over the sweet nectar of her gushing out of her nether fissure.

A torrid session of desirous cavorts ended with lots of love bites and scratches all over our body.

Paree lay down over me and placed her head on my chest. She nibbled my coarse muscles with her finger and I gently caressed her smooth soft skin of her back all along her spine. She rested her chin on my upper chest and looked in my eyes. Her arms were beside her body pressed on my chest. Her hot bosoms felt awesome on my hot muscular chest.

We were both panting hard, trying to catch our breath. I felt her soft saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and soaking my chest.

She smiled naughtily at me---“You are a mischievous rascal. You are always naughty. My baby prince has grown up to take care of his fairy now.”

---“Do you have any question in mind regarding that honey?”

She shook her head---“Not at all. My baby can be soft sweet and torrid.”

I locked my arms around her narrow waist and closed my eyes.

Paree whispered in my ears ---“I have to go now, honey.” She planted a small kiss on my chest and said---“The rest of the session to be continued till tomorrow as you put colours on that paper.”

I kissed her good night and swooned out.

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[usaiha2]

Part Omega: Agonizing Swan Song.

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Life is a game of chess, thirty two squares and black and thirty two squares are white. Who knew that a small move of a tiny pawn would destroy our lives forever?

I sat sipping the morning tea in the drawing room, it was about ten thirty. I was reading the newspaper. Paree was in the kitchen doing something. Dad already left for his office. Due to the last night shower, the sky was gloom and cloudy. In Kolkata once it starts to rain then it rains for days. I heard Mom’s voice from my room in second floor, she was probably changing the bedcovers and pillow covers of my bed. That day she didn’t go for her college as she was not feeling well.

She came down to the drawing room and gave me a fiery look. My pillow cover was in her hand.

There was a calm roar in her voice ---“Paree, come here.”

She probably heard her ChotoMa talking to her in that tone for the first time.

Paree came running to the drawing room, panting hard and asked Mom ---“What happened ChotoMa?”

---“You were searching for your, gold and pearl earring since morning, have you found that?”

She looked at me with baffled eyes. I had no idea that she has lost her earring.

She nodded her head ---“No ChotoMa. I am still searching my ear-ring.”

She plucked the earring from my pillow cover and showed to her.

---“Is this your earring?”

On seeing the earring in Mom’s hand, my throat became dry, my face burnt and my chest trembled in tension. Someone has poured boiling oil on my head. I looked at Paree’s face; her ears were red as blood and eyes were big. Her cheeks turned red as she saw her earring coming off my pillow cover. She clenched her jaws in sheer horror.

Mom looked at me and spoke in a calm yet fuming voice ---“Can I have an explanation as how this ear-ring has gone to your pillow cover?”

I told to Mom to hide the truth ---“The ear-ring might have somehow fallen on my bed, I don’t know how. May be it happened while she was cleaning my room.”

---“I saw both the earrings on her ears last night and I find one of them on your pillow cover in the morning.”

She walked to Paree and removed the hair from her left shoulder and asked ---“What is this red mark on your shoulder?”

Paree froze as an ice effigy, clutched the curtain and bit her lower lips. She looked down to the floor. That was my love bite. I bit her last night while approaching the summit of pleasure.

Mom spoke in the same tone---“So matter has gone to this extent, that you have teeth marks on your shoulder. Huh?”

I stood silently with my head bend down, looking at the floor. My eyes turned hazy and my nose tips burnt.

I felt a hard slap across my face. Mom slapped me for the first time in last fourteen years.

She screamed at me ---“What were you two doing under my nose?”

She sat on the couch with a thud and slapped her forehead ---“Even in my worst nightmare I could not have dreamt that you will be doing this with her.”

Paree came near Mom and tried to mumble something to her, but the look she got from Mom, Paree forgot to speak and stood as a granite effigy.

She yelled at Paree ---“What is this Paree; you are elder than him and you……? You are his Aunt, Paree.”

Paree kneeled in front of Mom’s feet and looked down. I could not bear that scene anymore.

Mom asked me ---“Was this only for your warm boiling blood, that you have maligned her? Not for a single second you thought that she is you aunt and you were doing sin?”

I saw large drops of tears rolling down her cheeks, dripping down her nose tip, spilling on the floor. Her whole back was trembling like a candle flame caught in a violent storm.

---“YOU are a DISGRACE for me. What you did was just for your burning desire.”

I shouted at Mom ---“NO, I LOVE HER.”

---“WHAT? How could you do this with her and do this with me? You knew very well that she is your aunt and she is elder than you. She is my cousin sister. She is yours Grand Aunt’s daughter.”

I tried to persuade her in a calm choking voice ---“Mom, she is not my aunt. She may be your cousin sister, but she is not my aunt. She is a very distant cousin of yours and you know that very well. There is no blood relation between us, Mom. She is not my Aunt.”

Mom shook her head in utter dismay ---“NO, NO, NO, I can’t think that this was happening to me.”

Mom asked Paree ---“What was in your head when he did this to you? What did you felt in your heart? Tell me Paree. Do you love him also?”

Paree gently nodded her head to say that she loved me.

On learning that Paree was also in love, Mom’s eyes were also deluged; those tears were not of happiness or sadness. They were full of disgust and anger.

She placed her palm under Paree’s chin and pulled up her face. Paree had her eyes tightly shut.

---“Not for a single instance you thought about your Mom and other family members? Not for a single instance you thought about me? You both fed on my milk.”

Paree was unable to say anything. Her face was red; thousands of huge waves crushed inside her chest. Her tender figure was shaking as a solitary twig caught in a violent storm. I felt her heart racing like millions of trains running down the iron rails.

I spoke to Mom, yet again in a pursuing voice ---“She is your mother’s maternal uncle’s youngest daughter’s youngest daughter. There is no blood relation between us. She can be older than me, but age makes no difference, Mom. She is only two years older to me, Mom.”

She roared at me ---“YOU shut up. You were always a disgrace for me. From your childhood days, you were always against my words, to whatever I said.”

Those words were too much for me. From my childhood days I had to hear all these. My parents took away all the things that I loved, on every nook and corner of my life. They took away my love for arts and painting. They never gave me the love of child. They always measured the money they have spent on me and asked for return, return in doing well in studies and doing well in job. I was always compared with others in each step of my life. I felt that my last and best love was getting towed away.

---“You never loved me as your son. Why Mom, WHY?”

That day I came to know a bitter truth as why her love for me was so little and measured.

---“I and your dad asked for a daughter from God. But GOD didn’t answer our call. Due to some health problems, after your birth we could not have another child.”

---“That was not my fault Mom, but I bore that pain for whole of my life. You have taken everything from me. My mental peace, my love for painting and many more. Please don’t take her away from me. Paree will not be able to live, neither would I.”

There was a painstaking silence in the room. The sky was getting gloomier with each passing second. It clouds rumbled after sometime. The weather inside the room was getting heavier with each passing second.

Paree somehow gathered some courage and touched Mom’s hand. She gave Mom a painstaking look.

Mom looked down to her painful face and asked ---“What do you want to say?”

Paree cried out ---“Please ChotoMa, Please don’t take away Abhi from me.”

Mom moved her head in immense dismay ---“No, I can’t allow this to happen. What will the society and our relatives will think?”

I screamed at her ---“Did the society come to feed Paree, when her father passed away? Did any of her relatives come to feed her when she cried for milk? NO. None came for her rescue except you.”

I paused a little, took a deep breath ---“It was you who fed her. I don’t care for any relatives Mom, I just care what you and dad will think. What do you think Mom?”

There was a long painful silence in the room. Mom spoke at last ---“I have build a reputation of a teacher and you dad is a respected person in this society. We all live in this society surrounded by relatives. I will not allow this to happen till I am alive. Abhi, you can’t stay with Paree, you both can’t be together. I don’t want you to be in hundreds of miles near Paree. You have to leave this house.”

I looked at Mom’s face as to understand as what was she saying to me. Was she banishing me from my house or rather say her house?

Mom continued ---“I have promised my aunt, her mother, that I would take care of her no matter what happens. I have to keep my word. Twenty-three years ago I divided my breast milk, my affection, so that she could live. I can do that again so that her dreams can be fulfilled.”

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Paree screamed out her heart in immense agony ---> “Abhi is everything to me, ChotoMa. I don’t care whether I study masters or be a teacher. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Please don’t take away Abhi from me. Please, ChotoMa. I will not live anymore.”

My Mom was not in a mood to listen to our pleas.

I shouted at Mom ---“You are fulfilling your dreams, your ego, and your snobbery. If I have to go I will take her along with me.”

---“NO, no one can take her away from me. You come here and keep your hand on Paree’s head and promise me that you will leave Kolkata, you will not see her again.”

I didn’t buzz a single inch from my place. Stood there as a dead corpse when I heard that I had to touch her head and to make a painstaking promise.

Mom held my hands tightly and placed them on Paree’s head. My lips quivered everything in front of my eyes shook. A violent earthquake jolted and devastated our lives forever. Paree was then unable to control herself as she felt my hand on her head.

She cried out a long painful ---“NOOOOOOO…….” She hid her face on Mom’s lap. Mom didn’t care to touch her head.

Mom spoke to her---“I have given my word to your Mom. My prestige and my life is at stake. He has to leave this house and leave Kolkata, forever. I don’t want his filthy shadow to touch you or even to come near you.”

She looked at me and ordered ---“Go up stairs and pack your bags and belongings. I am calling your dad and will ask him to buy an air ticket for Delhi, for tomorrow morning. I don’t want you to stay under this roof even for a single day. You will not return to Kolkata till I ask you to return, you will not call us till I call you. If you don’t obey then you will see her cold bloodless face.”

I could not move my feet, they were nailed to the floor. Paree sat at Mom’s feet, continuously weeping. A huge volcano of agony erupted inside her. She clutched her left wrist to control herself somehow. Her grip was so tight that her thin gold bangles, on her left wrist, ruptured her skin, cut deep in her wrist and blood oozed out, dripped on the floor.

Mom shouted at me ---“GO AWAY FROM MY SIGHT. I don’t want to see your face again.”

Somehow I carried myself to my room and locked the door. I didn’t know what happened to Paree or what Mom said to dad.

For the whole day, I thought of as what I have done. Was it a sin? I lost at last, I heard Maithili laughing at me saying to me “Abhimanyu, you lost the battle.”

In the evening, dad came to my room. He silently handed me the air-ticket and a white envelop.

He spoke in an ice cold voice---“We are your parents, we will always think better for you. I will deposit some money in Suprotim’s account till you get a job.”

It started to rain heavily. The heavens poured down, both our hearts were bleeding. There were no rain water but it was blood that the heavens were pouring that day. Blood from our broken heart and soul.

At about one o’clock I came downstairs to the drawing room carrying my bag and suitcase. I searched for my diary all over the place. I could not find that. I assumed that Paree might have taken my diary the other night after I slept.

I called Debi for one last time. She answered in her sleepy voice.

---“What happened? Whay have you called me so late?”

---“I am leaving Kolkata forever. Tomorrow, morning flight to New Delhi. Meet me somehow at the airport.”

I heard her scream at the other end ---“WHAT HAPPENED?”

---“I will tell you everything at the airport.”

I kept the receiver of the phone for one last time.

I was unable to sleep for the whole night; I sat in the drawing room with my bags and suitcase packed. Tears continuously rolled down my cheeks as the outside downpour.

I felt that Mom was also awake for the whole night and Paree has locked herself in the room. I could not steal any scope to meet her for the last time, say her good bye.

At about four o’clock, I knocked Mom’s room and said to her that I would be leaving. She didn’t answer anything.

Dad got up and said to me ---“It is only four o’clock and your flight is at seven o’clock. Why are you going so early?”

I said to him ---“I had to go. My time in this house has come to an end.”

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I bowed down to touch his feet and touched the floor so as to touch Mom’s feet for one last time.

Dad came with me till the gate.

I looked around the house for one last time before going out of the gate.

I looked up to the open window of the drawing room. The curtain shook a little. I saw Paree standing there. I felt the immense pain that she was having inside her heart. Her eyes told me that she has broken into thousands of pieces. Her big dark eyes were gorged red then, her face was swollen and tears flowed down like a huge dam has ruptured. They were filled up with tears of painful separation, tears of agonizing heart. It was her heart that was going away from her forever.

Our family was against us, even if the society would have accepted but there was no one to make our parents to understand about our love.

I bowed down for one last time to pick some earth from my garden and tied that in the small silk handkerchief that Paree gave me as a gift, and put that in my pocket.

I was about to board the taxi, I looked up again to the open window of the drawing room. I raised my index finger gesturing as “I” and then I raised my index finger and thumb, perpendicular to my index finger gesturing “L” and then raised my index and middle finger to gesture as “V” or “U”. Paree clutched the grills of the window as if she would like to free herself from those iron rods and jump to me, but those were made of iron and guile values of relatives and society.

All of a sudden she fell down behind the window. She had probably fainted. That time no one called me to look after Paree. Once my Mom called me to look after Paree when she fainted as Mom was leaving. But then the situation was different, I could not run to her to take her in my arms and soothe her with my love and water.

I could not even express my feelings to her for one last time, only I had to board the taxi with heavy heart and pleaded to GOD, that make Paree happy in her life. The only thing that remained with Paree was my brown coloured diary. In which I wrote about our love, about the promises we made, about the romantic trip in the lonely heaven, about my friendship and her valuable present, a tiny drop of blood running in my veins.

Her tiny drop of blood, running in my veins pumped to my heart, asked me to take her with me. But that drop was too tiny against the wrath of our families and the excuse of relatives around us.




It was 21st July 2001, Saturday. I arrived at the airport by four thirty and found both Debi and Arindam were waiting for me.

She came running towards me and clutched my collar and screamed ---“Tell me what has happened? Why are you leaving Kolkata? What will happen to Suchi Di?”

---“I am leaving Kolkata forever.”

I told her the whole painful story as how my Mom smelled about our relation and how bitterly she reacted to.

She clenched her jaws so as to control the flood behind her eyes, but she could not.

---“Why didn’t you informed me before?”

---“How could I? All these happened as a thunder storm and Mom’s flared up eyes were hovering around me and Paree all the time.”

She shook her head in disbelief. She was unable to come in to terms that I was leaving Kolkata forever.

Arindam stood behind her and he didn’t have any words to console her. Debi was crying profusely.

---“I will go and meet auntie and Suchi Di.”

---“The way is also closed, Debi. Mom knows very well that you knew all these beforehand and you never informed her. Probably she is very angry upon you. She had made me promise as not to come back to Kolkata again. She forced me to place my hand on Paree’s head to take that oath. I would die rather than to harm Paree in any sense.”

She threw her arms around me as if she didn’t want me to leave. My chest soaked with Debi’s flooded eyes. Already a writhing pain was hurting my heart and then her tears made the pain more unbearable. I was unable to breathe properly as my heart ruptured. I hugged her in my arms and crushed her almost. I pressed my lips on Debi’s head and looked at Arindam with my deluged eyes.

With quivering voice I said to him ---“Just take away Debi, before I go for check in.”

His eyes were also hazy, voice shook ---“You know her very well. You know her how she is attached to Suchi Di. She won’t buzz from here till that black board says ‘IC-264, Kolkata to Delhi, 0700, departed’. I don’t know what will happen to her.”

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---“Promise me you will take care of her. Don’t hurt her, please. Please give her Paree’s love also. I made a promise to Sarmishta.”

With immense pain in my heart, I freed myself from her arms and handed her hand in Arindam’s hand.

She clutched my collar; I tried to free myself from her grip. One button broke and remained in her clutch forever. I turned my face and didn’t look back. I didn’t have the courage to look in her sniveled eyes.

Debi was uncontrollable, she screamed ---“Today I have lost everything I had in this world.”

Before going for security-check, for one last time I looked back in the painful, deluged eyes of Debanjana Bannerjee.

The engines roared and the airplane started to run along the runway. I clenched my jaws and closed my eyes to control the violent rupture inside my broken ribs. I banged my head on the head rest, repeatedly.

Once that same flight took me in the arms of my heartthrob to whom I gave my heart and soul, and then that same flight helped me to find my lost apple of my eye. But those journeys were different from that one. Flight was same but journey was different, it was taking me away from everything I loved. My EVE and My Goddess.

The main landing gear was pulled up inside the fuselage, all of a sudden I felt thousand of chains jostling inside my brain and they all broke. Those rings got scattered all over the green fields down below.

Every bond and every promise, I made to my beloved, got shattered that time.

The promise, that I will build a new home for my Aphrodite.

The portrait of hers, that remains unfinished in my suitcase.

The promise, that I would read her my diary as we get old.

The promise, to sip the tea while swinging on a swing in front of a cottage on a hill.

The promise, we would stay at Kye old age home.

All those promises I made to her was never fulfilled.

Three faces came in front of my deluged eyes.

Paree’s red swollen eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. Heart broken into millions of pieces.

Screaming and sniveled eyes of Debanjana.

Stone cold face of my Mom.


Good Bye Suchismita, God Bye Debanjana, Good Bye Kolkata.

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With the help of Suprotim Da, I got a job in an IT firm in New Delhi and never returned to Kolkata. I became a total workaholic and alcoholic. Love was never my cup of tea.

One day I asked Ritika to call to my home to ask for Paree. She called my home in Kolkata, dad picked up the phone. The phone was on speaker mode so I was able to hear all the conversation.

Dad---“Who is this?”

Ritika---“This is Ritika, friend of Suchismita. Can I talk to her?”

Dad---“From where are you calling?”

Ritika---“From New Delhi.”

He paused for a moment and then said in an ice cold voice---“Suchismita doesn’t live here anymore. Some misfortune happened to her.”

Probably dad sensed that I was behind that telephone call and sensed that I was again trying to delve into their realm. Probably she was there but he lied to us. The truth never revealed to me. I cried alone that night for a long time along with a whole bottle of whiskey.

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Few months after that Ritika and Suprotim Da got married and they moved to Bangalore.


Every single night Paree used to come in my dreams like a mast of an old wooden ship, disappearing on the horizon, sailing into deep waters of Blue Ocean. I folded her silk handkerchief and carried in my wallet all the time. Every passing day, I tried hard to smell her jasmine fragrance from that small silk handkerchief. Alas! It was only a piece of cloth, from where could it retain the fragrance of my heartbeat?

Debi was always in touch with me. We talked over the phone. She also tried to call my home once and asked for Paree, but she also got the same answer. She never went to my house again as I told her what dad told Ritika. Probably they also wanted that none of my near ones ever come to their house again.

Debanjana and Arindam got married. I was unable to attend their marriage as I had promised not to return to Kolkata anytime.

It was about four o’clock in the early morning of a Saturday of July of 2009.

My cell phone rang. Arindam was on the other end.

He gave me the good news ---“Debi has given a birth to a daughter, few hours back. Do you want to talk to her?”

I ---“Oooooooo….. Sweet Debi is now a mother of a princess. Yes sure. Pass the phone to her.”

Debi in her usual tone of abusing me sweetly ---“You rascal, swine, how are you?”

---“I am fine, you black raven, cunning foxy bitch … So sweet heart have become a Mom now.”

She paused a little and then said ---“Yes Dear. We have named her Suchismita and pet name Paree.”

After their princess was born, they moved to Australia.






A whole decade passed. Few months back, April 2011. It was dead night at about eleven thirty. I was waiting at the T3 terminal of New Delhi airport in the international wing to board airplane. I was going to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, for an official trip. I was browsing mails on my tablet and was anxiously waiting for the boarding call. I was deeply engrossed in my work.

Just then I heard some lady calling my name, that too in my mother tongue.

That lady ---“Abhimanyu, don’t run like that, you will fall down.”

I was very much surprised to hear a sweet voice calling my name in T3 terminal. I looked up to find out the source of that voice.

Again the voice called ---“Abhi, don’t go there, baby.”

How could I forget that sweet chirping voice that stole my heart years ago? Could that be possible what my heart was thinking? How could that be possible?

Just then the lady attendant announced to form line to board the airplane.

I stood up and requested her ---“One minute please.”

At last I found that lady. She was at a little distance from me, probably ten meters. She was facing the other way calling a child, probably three years old. That kid was very sweet and was running away from her.

The lady wore a blue jeans and a white blazer. Her hair came down below her shoulder, swaying on her broad back. I was not getting a clear view of her face, but from the side I figured out that she was wearing a pair of golden rim spectacles. The colour of the hair was brownish.

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She was probably in her mid or late thirties. Suave and elegantly dressed, I could sense that from the texture of her white suit and the stole around her neck. She possessed a beautiful figure but she was bit slimmer than whom I was thinking of. I saw a black Omega wrist watch on her slim wrist and a diamond ring twinkled on her left ring finger. She outstretched her arms calling her cub.

That puerile kid smiled at the lady and came running towards her. I saw the face of that child, beaming with juvenile smile as he jumped on the lady’s lap. That lady was her progenitor. I could make that out from the way they hugged and kissed each other. I put my tablet in the case and smiled at the kid. He kept smiling at me from her mother’s lap, looking over her shoulder. I waved my hand and threw a flying kiss to that sweet puerile little angel. He waved me back.

I picked up my handbag and was about to walk past the gate. I was constantly looking at the child’s face. The lady asked something to that child in his ears. That kid pointed his little fingers towards me.

The lady turned to find as who was waving and smiling at her cub.

Our eyes met. I forgot to step ahead. I forgot to breath. I forgot that I was waiting to board the airplane. My heart started galloping like a race horse. Veins started to pump blood like a steam engine. The world around me, rattled in front of my eyes for a moment.


The lady froze there like a pure ivory effigy.

The child looked at her mother’s bewildered face. She cuddled her cub with all her strength. Her lips quivered, her eyelids fluttered on finding me in front of her. That very old expression of controlling her dew drops; she bit her lower lips under her upper row of pearls. Her creamy nose tip, turned red. Her chest gurgled in some deep unexplainable agony.

The tectonic plates under Pacific Ocean shook violently and removed those old crusts over her heart to bring out the mantle from the ocean floor.

How could I forget those pair of lotus buds which were then behind the gold rimmed specs? How could I forget the small dimple that used to beautify my beloved rosy cheeks? How could I forget that small lock that used to dance on my EVE’s right cheek? Those lotus shaped eyes, those rosy cheeks, those small dimples all those eternal beauty kept me writhe on my bed for most of the nights.

I jabbed my right hand in my left suit pocket and grabbed my wallet, which still then had her soft silk handkerchief folded in a corner. I tried to take that out but I could not do that as the twinkle of diamond ring resisted me to do so.

The voice of the lady attendant broke my trance.

---“Sir, please board the plane.”

I looked at her deluged lotus buds once again, before stepping in the aerobridge.

She was my EVE whom I kissed; she was my Aphrodite whom I knew a decade ago.

But she has metamorphosed by then. A beautiful Signora stood there instead of the person of whom I thought of.

That ivory effigy was her cub’s progenitor, whom she addressed as Abhimanyu.

On which airplane she would be boarding, I didn’t know. To which country she was going I didn’t know.

That beautiful Mater Dolorosa was Mrs. Suchismita…….. I didn’t know her surname.

-------- THE END -------

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Posting second part of this lovely story 

To understand the pain of love, friendship, hardship, devotion, sacrifice and to enjoy this part, the readers should read first

 "Forbidden Love (https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=19907)"  

That was one side of the coin. 


"Dawn at Midnight ( A slight painful journey of paree, Heart touching story 
And by any means can we contact original writer through fan for his story writing vocabulary omg every scene is infront of my eyes) is the other side of the coin.

https://xossipy.com/thread-21871.html

 

[usaiha2]

मेरे एक पाठक ने ई-मेल पे पूछा है कि...

" महोदय , आप इतनी जल्दी जल्दी पोस्ट क्यों डाल रहे हो...

 हम तो पुरा पोस्ट पढ कर कमेन्ट करना चाहते हैं , उतने में आपके 4 नये पोस्ट आ जा रहे हैं... 


भाई ... पहली बात - जैसा कि मैं हमेशा कहता हूँ कि मैं ओरिजनल राईटर नहीं हुं... और सेव की हुई कहानियों को पैस्ट करता हुं... 

मुझे किसी कि लिखी कहानियों को अपने नाम से छापना या उसका क्रेडिट लेना भी पसंद नहीं है... तो किसी पाठक को अपडेट के लिए वेट क्यों करवाया जाए...


और दुसरा रिज़न ये है कि कुछ चु** पाठक अजीब माँग करने लगते हैं कि ये करवाओ... 

वो करवाओ... ऐसे चुसवाओ... मुत पिलाओ... माँ भेन टिचर से करवा... रोल प्ले करवा

ऐसे करवा... वेसे करवा 

(भाषा का सटीक उपयोग मेरे उपर किया गया है मित्रों)

तुने ये नहीं करवाया... तो हम कहानि नहीं पढेंगे...

Even some one told me you should creat the story list... & I forgot 01 person told me you should write the story in big fonts as I am unable to read stories 

और तो और कभी पोस्ट मैं देर हो जाए तो यही चु**, एम. सी. & बि.सि. पाठक थ्रेड पर धमकी भी देते हैं कि कहानी खत्म नहीं करना थी तो शुरू क्यों कि...


अपनी पसंद का कुछ लिखो तो भी इनका पेट दुखता है... और जल्दी जल्दी पोस्ट देने पर तो मेल  पर भी शीकायत करते हैं... 

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ऐसे सभी सम्माननिय पाठकों से नीवेदन है... ये सभी कहानियां मेने अपने मनोरंजन के लिए नेट से ही कापि पेस्ट कि हैं... और चाहता हूं कि आप भी इनका आनंद लें...

मुझे या अन्य किसी लेखक को परेशान किए बगैर...

धन्यवाद

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https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?tid=21871

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Surely this story ends here... but my other threads (https://xossipy.com/search.php?action=re...2cb70cbb3b) will continue & give joy's of new Incest, Adultery Non erotic & Erotic stories to all of my friends...

As I always say ... I am not the original writer, I just Copy some best stories from different internet sites & pest them here...

ALL THANKS TO ORIGINAL WRITER'S  FOR WRITING SUCH A INTERESTING STORIES

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Complete story for you all. 

This story had a second part... I am not able to recollect the name of that story but the ending I Remember both the boy and girl were reunited.... and they had a son who was named after the hero of the story....

Arunima Roy Chowdhury

Dawn at midnight 
A slight painful journey of paree 
Heart touching story 
And by any means can we contact original writer through fan for his story writing vocabulary omg every scene is infront of my eyes

[usaiha2]

Dawn at midnight 
A slight painful journey of paree 
Heart touching story 
And by any means can we contact original writer through fan for his story writing vocabulary omg every scene is infront of my eyes

Complete story "Dil ka ek Kona" by Pinuram

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qZSSbnfo3r9olxZjrnuQ100PVW6iL_5a/view?usp=drivesdk

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Dnfu48s3LE2VwlxqmEQT1TAtYgVfhU8X/view?usp=drivesdk

[usaiha2]

Dawn at midnight 
A slight painful journey of paree 
Heart touching story 
And by any means can we contact original writer through fan for his story writing vocabulary omg every scene is infront of my eyes

Dawn at midnight 
https://xossipy.com/thread-21871.html

[masfin007]

This story should be made into a novel. It's so good. Hats off to pinuda. When I read it 1sttime I could not believe I'll find such a gem in a porn site. It's the Kohinoor among all the stories.

[Blue Bull]

Nice Job

[utkrusta]

WHY EACH AND EVERY LOVE STORY ENDED WITH "SAD"
I HAVE ONE DOUBT SUCHISMATHA BOY IS BILOGICAL OF ABHIMANYU OR SHE WAS MARRIAGE SOME ONE...........PL UPDATE ......I HAVE EAGRLY WAITING FOR ANSWER.......