Fantasy Pursuit of an Artist (Completed)

[abcturbine]

Amazing writing bro.....
Superb.....

[garamrohan]

Thank you guys. I will post the update tomorrow.

[Nobita]

No update brother  

[garamrohan]

No update brother  

Sorry bro. Still writing it

[Nobita]

Okay brother 

[Nobita]

Still waiting .....

[Nobita]

You are very good writter but Brother you are very irregular with your update

[garamrohan]

Yeah I agree bro. Extremely sorry for this?

[Chickfry]

Where is the update.... Don't just fade away

[sri7869]

Update please

[garamrohan]

Deepesh was checking on his mom for a third time since last hour and she looked absolutely fine. Not only that, she looked quite happy; is this the effect of the decoction that Paresh has given? Somehow Deepesh was not convinced; the man had created terribly bad vibes since the day he appeared at their door.


Deepesh was standing at the door of the kitchen, holding the curtain in hand and lost into his own thoughts. Divya passed by him humming a romantic song ‘aami jamini tumi sashi’ and playfully hit Deepesh's head.   


Deepesh was amazed, but at least relieved to some extent. 


“Shall I go down and play?” he asked his mother Divya.


“Why not sugar? But don’t go far away. I am making your favourite fish curry; will call you when it is done!”


“But I don’t like fish curry mummy..”


“You don’t? Oh my god.. Then who likes it?” She laughed foolishly, “Anyway… go and play champ,” she said as she stirred in the vessel on the stove and tasted the curry by pouring a little in her palm.


“Whatever,” Deepesh flicked off his shoulders and went down to play. 


With super joy and a bat in his hand which he was swinging like a sword, Deepesh walked down taking big jumps, stepping down two steps with a jump. 


“And the Victory… Hip hip..” His mouth remained open and he lost the words as he saw Paresh standing next to him. 


He wasn’t just standing. He had moved his drawing set up in the verandah. And was working there. 


“What happened champ? Is Mumma feeling fine now?” He asked while his hands made strokes on the portrait.


Not sure what to say, Deepesh just smiled and walked towards the empty ground. He just oversaw the image that Paresh was working on while he crossed him. That was approaching the conclusion, Deepesh thought. And it was true indeed, the ambitious painting of Paresh - ‘lady going in the jungle in search of something’ was almost to be finished and in time probably - the Basant Panchami was on the next day.


Deepesh walked some 20-25 metres and as he turned back, those two satanic eyes were still looking at him, with envy; with disregard. Deepesh chose to ignore the man. “What does this man think of himself? Not a good attitude. No wonder he is struggling for bread and butter despite being such a skilled painter,” He thought.


“You gave her the medicine, right?” Paresh poked the boy busy playing with the ball.


He simply nodded. His mind again trembled with suspicion.


“Are you sure?” Paresh’s hands stopped the work and his eyes got fixed on Deepesh as if he was accused; and then suddenly he burst into laughter.


 “I mean if so, I was expecting to notice her hustling and bustling by now. You have got a very lively mom boy,” he shook his head and smiled to himself.


The poor boy felt the blood boiling, but alas!.. he was not strong enough to answer the bastard. He ignored him.


“Oh here she is, You mummy will live longer,” Paresh grinned at Deepesh.


“Why the hell mummy came to the balcony?” The possessive boy felt a tweak at his heart as he saw Divya gracefully appear in the balcony, unaware of being watched, leisurely freeing her wet hairs from the turkish towel wrapped around.


Next, she bent and started drying her hairs by bending forward and sweeping her hairs with the towel.. That was a sight! A beauty like Divya conditioning her dense, long lustrous hair. 


“Oh my..” He muttered in ecstasy. 


She was in a lemon-coloured saree with a matching blouse accentuating her attractiveness. The rest, and probably the potion given by Paresh, has freshed her well and her face was glowing after having an afternoon shower. 


Of course, Deepesh wanted to ask her to go inside, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. His tongue was paralysed.


Divya went on and suddenly, with a strong flick of the towel, one of her earrings shooted towards Paresh, hit Paresh's chest, and landed before him. He picked it up and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He cleared his throat, grabbing Divya's attention.


"Hey Divya! Careful dear, " he showed her the ring.


Divya startled, as she did not anticipate anybody present around.  Looking at Paresh got butterflies in her stomach. A shy-nervous smile appeared on her face. It was then Divya checked her ears and found the left earring missing, she looked at Paresh with gratitude as he approached her standing just below the balcony. 


"Are you okay now?" Paresh asked, "Your son had come to me a few hours back asking for medicine."

" Oh... that was given by you? So nice of you! It brought me instant relief. I had been feeling terrible since last night," Divya said, making a bad face.


"I am obliged to help you Divya,” he smiled warmly.


Deepesh went mad seeing the chemistry build-up between the two. But he was even more hurt by Divya not noticing him.


Divya joined the hands and signalled Paresh to throw the ring at her. Parash tossed the ring but it didn't reach the grasp of Divya and she bent across the railing to get hold of it. 


What this action led to, has been the dream of every kinky man on earth. Divya’s pallu slipped and was now hung half-way down the balcony and her beautiful bosoms got exposed in the most inappropriate way.  The deep-clevage formed from her tightly stitched low cut blouse looked like a valley of femininity and her mangalsutra was hanging next to her bulged chest like a pendulum.


Paresh felt his cock coming to life in his pants. He licked his dry lips as he enjoyed the view religiously.  


“Oh sorry.. Missed it. Through it one more time,” Divya said, still unaware of her position. But Paresh was already lost, with jaw dropped.


The weird expression on Paresh’s face alerted her, and she felt embarrassment for that pallu-drop. She stood up straight and with one hand she covered the cleavage area while with the other hand she pulled the pallu.


Paresh picked up the ring and quickly whirled it again at Divya. This time ‘ensuring’ that it won’t reach her definitely. He had learned the trick. And Divya got stumped again, trying to grab it unsuccessfully and putting those beautiful globes again on exhibition. 


“You are so beautiful Divya!” Paresh said looking straight into her eyes as she struggled to maintain her saree. His praise only accentuated the redness of her face. She stood there clueless.


“Shall I come up with this?” Paresh asked with the gesture. And Divya nodded with a faint, hesitant smile. Turned back and disappeared into home.


Paresh literally rushed to climb the stairs, carrying the ring in his hand, now he had also forgotten Deepesh’ presence.


Deepesh’s heart was throbbing and he stepped slowly towards his home, as he heard Paresh Footsteps at the stairs. As he walked, he oversaw the painting and now, strangely, he felt the similarity with the lady in the painting and his beautiful mom. He started breathing heavily and silently taking steps anticipating what he would get to see there.

[Nobita]

Finally after months a update.....and this update is very good .....like always your writing skills are amazing.....hope to read next update soon

[abcturbine]

Wonderful continuation....

[Hotyyhard]

welcome back lord

[Nobita]

Waiting for update brother

[Nobita]

?????

[garamrohan]

In the middle of the hall were standing Paresh and Divya. As Paresh poured the ring in her her hand, she painted a smile on her face but couldn’t mask her unease. The strange blend of attraction and awkwardness; for the reason on Paresh knew well. 


“Wait.. I will bring tea for you,” as tension became unbearable for her, she figured out a way to dismiss.

He madly looked at her full, lustrous body. She had typical Bengali, motherly figure. Her waist & stomach, well toned for her age, and full but shapely mounds were radiating sensuality through that graceful, sexy saree. His hand scratched the hardon over his pants. 

Paresh followed her up to Kitchen door. As she was busy making tea, he devoured her look from behind. Her long lustrous hair were covering most of her back, and was perfectly in contrast with her fair back. 

“So… Did you know your husband is like this before marrying him?” Paresh poked.

Without turning back to Paresh, she asked in hesitation, “Like this? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean. He might be good husband in a traditional way, and any woman should be happy to have husband like him, but you are not ‘any woman’, isn’t it?”

Divya preferred not to answer and poured milk in the tea silently.

“I just wanted to say, you are special. And I am not only talking about your unearthly beauty, Divya.. You have heart of gold, and you are so curious about things around, your likes for art. When you are doing something like this, the glitter in your eyes only adds to your lustrous appearance.”

“How much sugar? One spoon?” Her voice has become shaky.

Paresh just moved away from there, without answering. He was observing the interior and arrangement of the hall. Needless to say, that was a splendid work of Divya, which Paresh couldn’t appreciate enough. There was a free space at the middle of the wall, which Paresh thought will be ideal to hung his painting which was on verge of completion, of course he knew that the senseless, money hungry, human-robot Ghosh babu won’t do that. And definitely not, if Paresh’s plan is successful.

“Here’s the tea,” Divya offered the tea faking a smile, a big turmoil was going on in her mind.

Their hands brushed when Paresh accepted the tea. “Are you not having it?” He asked Divya who was lost in her own thoughts.

“Huh? No.. I don’t..” 

“Let’s share this one,” without letting her complete,Paresh poured half of the cup in the saucer and offered her the cup. She couldn’t say no.

“Divya, you should have married an artist,”  Paresh continued as both were enjoying the tea, “I might sound harsh, but narrow-minded, too much practical man like Ghosh babu doesn’t deserve beautiful, sensual and artistic woman like you.”

Divya again started to feel strangeness and headache that she had got relief from just for few hours. 

“Are you okay?”, his palm touched Divya’s soft, healthy naked arm, and she looked at him with shock. Something sparkled in her mind.

“Divya.. are you okay?” He shook her gently by both of her arms.

Something strange was in his touch.. and Divya sensed her feelings for this malnourished, almost broke, but a talented artist becoming overwhelming. She shrugged the shoulders to get away his hands that were probably disturbing her and turn the face in fear that Paresh will anticipate her mind.

 “What about your painting Paresh? When it will be done?” Her voice had become hoarse.

“It’s concluding. Tonight at any moment after 12:00 AM, it will live up to the purpose for which it was created,” Paresh said with cold voice, darkness was lurking through his words.

“After 12:00 AM in the night? Is anybody coming for possession of the painting this late?” She was confused.

“Not anybody, someone special,” he licked lips. Her back was still at him and he could see her glittering soft back through her backless blouse and her hips were looking so inviting in that perfectly wore yellow saree.

“Oh.. Can’t you trade this painting the day after tomorrow? I really wanted to see that.” Divya said suddenly turning back in excitement and noticed that Paresh was staring at her bums.

When their eyes met, both kept mum.

“That situation won’t arise, Divya,” said Paresh confidently.

“Means?”

“Basant Panchami will begun from 12:00 AM tonight, right? Then everything will fall in place,” Paresh smiled mysteriously.

Looking at Divya’s confused face, Paresh diverted the talk, “By the way, you should not be that excited about the painting right? You have already got near to perfect copy of the painting that I had tore off.” 

“Oh that one,” Divya turned to table and take out the carefully rolled painting from the drawer.. She cleared clutter out of the table and spread it on it. Meanwhile, Paresh has reached her, standing just behind her, so close that he can smell her aroma.

“What made you bring this here?” He hissed near her ear.

“I don’t know,” Divya didn’t thought much and concentrated on that picture.

“What if I tell you that you are the inspiration for my painting? This torn one as well as the one that I am about to complete?” Paresh asked very calmly.

Divya looked back with shock. Her eyes became big with disbelief. Paresh just looked in her eyes, and nodded in affirmation. He signalled her to look at the painting spread next to her carefully.

Divya’s breathing become heavy as she started to notice the similarity between her and the lady in the painting. Her shivering hand rolled over the painting in amazement when Paresh whispered, “Yes Divya. I love you so much. I am just obsessed with you for what a wonderful woman you are.” His hands slithered by her waist to hold her softly. 

“You just can’t imagine how much I have struggled to get you Divya. Please accept the proposal from this poor, sensitive artist. You are not destined for living with man like your hubby, dear. You deserve better, You deserve ME,” Saying this, his arm tighten around her and he pieced his face in her long hair and smelled it to full his lungs.

“Wh.. wha.… what are you doing… this is sin..” she panicked, still not able to get courage to get him off.

“Here, in this bullshit society? Yes Divya, ” He turned her to face him and held her pretty chicks in his palms and uttered, “I am going to take you far away from all this. So far that nobody can reach us”.

And he kissed her cherry red, perfectly pouted lips!

Her hand stiffened and jerked in the air, in primal fear and helplessness. She felt his aggression, with the kiss turning into deep smooch and she can taste him as their salivas combined. 

Her denial was too minor to stop him, was she really willing to get him off was the question.

Deepesh, who has by now reached the house, was standing at door, seeing his fears turning out to be true. His throat felt chocked as drops of sweat started trailing down his forehead.

Paresh feasted on her, while maintaining the lip-lock, he started caressing his dream woman. His fingers pierced into the softness of her swinging bums that kept him aroused all the time, her waist fold got pinched lovingly, her hair got combed with his long skinny fingers before taking her pallu off.

Deepesh was deeply destroyed, seeing his sweet mother’s pride getting looted next to him. As Divya’s motherly breasts caught the attention of excited Paresh, who was pressing those to best of his ability, he finally broke the kiss.

“Haaahh .. Haaaah..” Divya stepped back a feet to stumble across the table, trying hard to maintain her breath. She was red in shame but, she hardly got any time to act. At very next moment, Paresh attacked her breasts with itchy hands and hungry mouth.

“Paresh.. aaaah… enough… This is sooooo wrong…” all she could say as Paresh was smooching and slurping all over her cleavage while his hands massaged her volumptous mammeries. Paresh’s couldn’t crush enough of those large, soft globes to his heart’s content; but he was in damn hurry, was very excited. His hands moved to areolas, stimulating her areola over blouse with his finger tips. Deepesh looked down with full of shame as he noticed her areola and the nipples protruding to become noticeable over the sexy yellow blouse she was carrying. 

Divya was just gasping with open mouth, with her eyes closed. Sexy expressions were emerging on her tensed face. She was literally aroused by Paresh playing at her weak points, her sensitive breasts - especially nipples and areola.

And Paresh started to undo her blouse.

“Paresh no,” Somehow she got out of the transe and opposed his hands.

Paresh tried again, but she looked determined to let not open the blouse. He picked her up and made her sit on the table she was standing by, right on the old painting. Her back was touching the wall and her legs were hanging down in air. 

He handcuffed her over her own head by one of his hand and with free hand he started taking her saree up. her shapely legs and plump, milky white thighs got revealed which Paresh started to caress. 

“Paresh Please,” She wanted to say this but he smooched her again.

His hand massaged her thighs so sensually that, her legs started jerking in between. His hand advanced further, inside her saree and he started to pulling out her panty. 

Divya had become very weak by then and she looked fully submitted as Paresh’s tongue was diving into her open, gasping mouth and wet sloppy kisses were going on.

Deepesh who was spell-bounded till now, noticed her yellow coloured designer panty (which was probably matching with her saree), getting down upto her thighs. It was high time for him. Otherwise corruption of his pious mother was inevitable. And by gathering all the courage, he yelled,

“Mummyyy……”

And that brought the mating pair on ground. Startled Paresh looked back towards Deepesh, and this gap was ample for Divya to catch up with breath and she wore the panty back and stood on the ground. She literally pushed Paresh.

“Get lost Paresh…”

“Divya? You?”

“Just shut up. And get out.” She was not even looking at his face, “I don’t want to talk with you.” 

“If you are not interested in me, why you were cooking fish curry, Divya? Don’t you find it strange how you end up cooking something that I like?” Paresh said out of frustration. 

The ego-hurted man looked once at Deepesh and once at Divya and walked towards the door. 

“You will yourself walk to me soon. And this is my promise.” Paresh said to Divya who was making her saree, and left for his house.

[abcturbine]

Brilliant....
Much awaited update.....

[Hotyyhard]

great come back again

[Nobita]

Nice update