Fantasy Pursuit of an Artist (Completed)

[garamrohan]

Thank you abcturbine, Hottyhard and Nobita. Posting the next update ASAP.

[Soram]

Thank you abcturbine, Hottyhard and Nobita. Posting the next update ASAP.

You are lying amn not intrest in your stories anymore

[Biosys]

Buddy, you have magical writing skills, had been the updates more frequent..!

Biosys

[garamrohan]

Buddy, you have magical writing skills, had been the updates more frequent..!

Biosys

Thank you Biosys. Happy to hear from you :-) 
I also wish I could get freedom to write daily... But anyway. I will post next update by Saturday night most likely.

[qazmlp]

really interesting story combining the hidden elements of magic and sex desires.
Read it just today and I should complement the writer's abilities in bringing out a very vivid imagination, and writing with skill. All the best going forward.

[garamrohan]

really interesting story combining the hidden elements of magic and sex desires.
Read it just today and I should complement the writer's abilities in bringing out a very vivid imagination, and writing with skill. All the best going forward.

Thanks for the comment bro 

[Nobita]

Waiting brother

[Hotyyhard]

still waiting

[garamrohan]

Definitely one update by EOD bro.

[Nobita]

[Hotyyhard]

waiting for EOD

[garamrohan]

Damn sorry @nobita and Hottyhard. Was caught into something else. Writing it (and finishing it) today only.

[Hotyyhard]

awesome

[garamrohan]

Updates coming soon. Please stay connected to read the climax. 

[garamrohan]

Paresh went furious. His erection had vanished as he stepped down from Ghosh babu’s house. He picked up the painting setup from the verandah and entered his room. It took him some time to calm down. And suddenly he started laughing as he realised the futility of reacting to Divya's denial. That resistance was not from inside, he surely felt that. It was evident how she was falling for him and eventually she was going to be his only.



The wall clock alarmed 6:00 pm with a haunting melody and he looked outside to see the sun was setting and night was about to take charge. 
He impatiently moved, picked up brush and started to give finishing touches to the painting. 


His hands moved, like a master painter, which he definitely was. Totally sucked into his artistic endeavour, he didn’t even realise Bose family’s property had been eclipsed by the clouds of darkness. That being a Shukla Paksha Chaturthi night, there was scarcity of fresh moonlight. But astonishingly, that faint moonlight was poured on that painting through the big window to the side. As if some supernatural power was helping Paresh to finish his work. 


And Paresh’s breaths became heavy, as he put a small mole on the right shoulder of the lady in the painting. Yes! the alter-ego of Divya should be as resemblant as possible; and he has made note of the mole in mind when he was romancing her in the evening.


Paresh gulped! The brush fell out of his hand as he stepped back, finding it hard to believe that he achieved what he strived for. A cold breeze passed across the room. And for a fraction of second, he felt the leaves in the beautiful flora painted in the background flattered, so did the saree fabric of the woman. 


“Is it a hallucination?” he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But that doubt didn’t last longer. The next moment dews accumulated on the grass and plant leaves glittered in that mild moonlight. He collapsed and slithered back till his back hit the wall, breathing heavily, and let out a joyful laugh.
He hurriedly picked up the brushes and cleaned them well. Then he carried a wooden box from the drawer and took out a jet-black piece of cloth and laid it beside the completed painting. He carefully arranged the cleaned brushes on that cloth. The final ritual had begun! 


He gulped as he picked up the needle! Memory is definitely a curse for humans in situations like this. But he had made up his mind; that anyway was going to be the last time. And with clenched teeth, he pierced the needle into his already wounded and sunken bicep and literally squeezed out a stream of the blood into the bowl. As enough was collected in the bowl, he carefully put it on the ground and threw away that needle to the corner. Paresh stood up, sucking on the fresh wound to stop the blood loss, and his pants got down. Yellowish, smelly discharge started falling and mixing with the blood in the bowl as he urinated. 


Next task was even more painful, to get facets in the bowl. Courtesy of his unhealthy habits, he had been facing severe constipation. As he carefully descended over the bowl, positioning his anus exactly over the bowl. His shivering hands covered his timid face as he forced defecation. 


“Aaaa h.. huh.. huh..huhh.. aaah aaaaaahhh…”, He cried as a pellet of hardened stool passed through his rectum, scratching against the skin, and fell into the bowl. And tears wetted his palms in the response of the felt pain.


 
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Deepesh was sitting at the dining table, silent, more than he ever was, soaked in all the weird thoughts. Shocking frames of what he saw Paresh doing to his beloved mother were playing before his eyes like a film. 

Like every possessive son, he felt very angry and equally helpless. Though he had smelled Paresh’s intentions and had a clue about where all this was going at a subconscious level, when it actually happened right in front of him, in his house itself, he panicked.

“How come she didn’t slap him?” This thought of a distressed son was troubling him more than Paresh’s actions. 

Divya was standing in the kitchen, confused, ashamed about what happened and especially for her son seeing all this. How did she get carried away? Had her ‘NO’ been a firm stance? Had her hands really wanted to push him off when he became physical? Disturbing questions were stacking up her mind. Unfortunately, answers to all these questions were disappointing. 

She poured the fish curry in the bowl and put it next to Deepesh, without talking a word or making eye contact with him.

Deepesh kept looking at the bowl as his breaths became heavy. 

Why did you make my favourite fish curry then? Paresh’s taunt when he left, kept echoing in Deepesh’s ear. And the next moment, he swept away the bowl in anger and curry went splashing on the dining table. 

“Deepesh…” Divya cried out. But she was startled when she saw burning anger in those innocent eyes. Tears started rolling on his chicks and it became unbearable for Divya cause she knew the reason behind this. 

She ran to the bedroom, closing the door hard on her back and threw herself on her marital bed. All shame, sorrow and regret flowed through her eyes wetting the pillow. 

The atmosphere had already been contaminated, with fear, with distrust, and with an unresolved desire!

[sri7869]

Good update

[Hotyyhard]

great comeback bro

[Biosys]

Buddy,
Missing you, where are you, allright ?

Biosys

[garamrohan]

That night was unusual for people of Basanti. Suddenly out of nowhere, a storm hit and within an hour the roads stood empty. Electricity lines were cut and wole Tehsil was soaked into darkness, Just faint moonlight of Basant panchami was calmly poured all over the town. 


The whistling air was dancing in the ground floor room of Ghosh babu’s property that he had rented to Paresh. As if humming the words of the devil. Paresh had become stable by now, after finishing the rituals and it was evident that he had pleased the supernatural force that held the power to make his desire come true. To make his landlady, the ultimate beauty, go with him; to become his, forever. Where nobody could disturb them.


And suddenly something happened at the centre of the painting. The painting, which was waking up lively every moment, showcasing various entities in the picture coming live, one by one, started turning into a round dark hole. Door of some different world has been opened and started sucking in the surrounding air into it. Just like a suction pump.


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On the above floor, Deepesh stood up afraid. The light cut off gave him goosebumps. His anger for Divya hasn’t vanished. Though he equally cared for her, had it not been darkness, he probably wouldn’t have visited her room.


“Mummy?” He called as his knock at the door went unreceived. But he couldn’t hear anything from her. He stood there, for a good 2 minutes and for every passing second, his mind started thinking about the weirdest possibilities and none of them were good. He finally dared to push the door ajar, to peep in his parent’s bedroom. And he was frightened like hell.


The room had no light, but through the moonlight falling on the bed, he saw Divya lying on the bed. Her hairs were all free, her pallu was displaced and she was rolling on a bed like a snake. She didn’t look like a sane woman at all. There was a jerk in every movement of her, like a fish out of water and her heavy breaths and hisses depicted her to be in trance. 

Deepesh spellbound watched her acts, with fear and disbelief. He found his throat choked as he tried to call her and suddenly it happened. 

She sat up impatiently in the bed, and took hold of a pillow in between her legs and laid back. She again started her hisses and Deepesh witnessed the most dreadful act of his own mother rubbing her groin on the pillow held between her legs.  And between all that hisses and noise of the wind, Deepesh clearly heard the name - “Paresh…. ummmm.” The call out was so intense and he did notice the eagerness and desire in that voice.


Very afraid Deepesh, ran to call his dad to come as soon as possible. It had been already late and due to a sudden eruption of a storm outside, all the doors and windows were banging with the wind. He dialled a couple of times, but the call went unreceived. “Maybe he is on the way to home and will reach here anytime,” the poor kid hoped.


Now he needed to do his best till Ghosh babu would arrive. Deepesh was afraid as hell, but he knew the criticality of the moments, and that he couldn’t afford standing still. 


The first thing he did was to lock every door and window properly. It was then time to light candles all over the house, he found the packet of candles in the drawer and in the next two minutes all rooms of the house were lit; apart from his parental bedroom.

Now it was time to go to that room. With a big, lit candle, he stepped towards the bedroom and the candle slipped off his hand and his eyes widened due to disbelief: The bedroom was all empty! 


He ran to the door to see it was locked; all confused, he collapsed on the ground thinking about how his mummy could leave the house without opening the door? And he then heard some movement in the bedroom. Hope lit up, he again ran to the bedroom and peeped in.


It was a mixed feeling for Deepesh. He was happy to see Divya was still at home and probably was in the washroom. But the bad part was that she didn’t look like the Divya he knew as a mother. Her facial expressions were a bit tense and a bit of redness was apparent in reflection of her face in the mirror. And what striked him most was she getting ready like going to the function; doing make up standing at the mirror. And Deepesh couldn’t help but notice that she had worn exactly the same saree as the lady painted by Paresh. 


 At this moment he was completely blank. But he carefully locked the door from outside, and came back to the hall. He picked up the phone and started making repeated calls to dad as it was already 12 in the night. Again two calls went unreceived but, with the third one, he got to hear Ghosh babu’s voice at the other end. 



“Hey.. Deepesh… I can’t hear you properly. Don't worry khoka. I am just 5 mins away, and have stopped by a house due to a storm.”


“I don’t know Papa, come home right now,” Deepesh cried out of panic and at the same time he heard a big banging noise on the bedroom door and his hand let go of the receiver.



“Who the hell dares to lock me… open the door.. Let me go…,” It was Divya’s voice only, but a bit hoarse this time, full of frustration and anger.


Deepesh was smart enough to know that he did not need to listen. He collapsed on the sofa, clearing his sweat.


And then she started banging the door with the fullest of her force, cursing, using the words Deepesh never ever thought his mother would even know. And he shivered in the coach, putting both his hands on ear and in 5 mins all the noise settled.


He felt something was fishy. 


“Has she tried and abandoned the plan to get away? Or she has slipped away… Oh no.” Deepesh again got disturbed.


He slowly moved to the door and put ear to it. But it was pin drop silence. His heart started beating fast again, “Has she been out through the window?” one of the possibilities striked his mind. But he was still careful, and slowly, without making any noise, he unbolted the door. And at the very same time, he heard the firing of Ghosh babu’s bike and another loud noise in the verandah.


He ran and opened a window to see Ghosh babu’s bike had slipped and he was lying on the ground with the bike on him. Deepesh literally ran downstairs and within the next minute he was near Ghosh babu, who had stood up by that time.


“Papa… Come see Mummy.. She is..”


“Yeah, let me lock the bike first,” he said, picking up the bike.


But Deepesh started pulling him by his hand. It was an abnormal act from a calm child like Deepesh and Ghosh babu also noticed that something is not correct and he followed him as they both reached the house. 


“See.. Mummy.. She is behaving so weird.” Deepesh burned out in tears, still standing in the hall as he saw Ghosh babu entering the bedroom.


“Where is she? she is not here.” Ghosh babu yelled from the bedroom.


There was silence! Ghosh babu calmly came out of the bedroom. Looking at Deepesh.


“Have you checked the bathroom?” Deepesh’s trembling voice broke the terrifying silence. 


“She is not there”


“Papa. I think I know where she has gone,” Deepesh nodded to his father’s clueless gaze. 


“Just follow me” Saying this Deepesh ran downstairs and Ghosh babu followed. 


“Oh Papa.. Come fast,” Deepesh cried like anything as they ran downstairs, to the house they had rented to Paresh.


This time he didn’t bother at the door and pushed the door open with all his force.

[garamrohan]

In that darkness as well Divya walked towards the painting with ease, without stumbling at anything. Her face was cold and eyes were hypnotised.

“Divya….” called Ghosh babu.

“Mummy?..” Deepesh wondered if she even recognized their voice as she continued walking towards the painting that has been started functioning like a black-hole.

“Noo. Stop there only,” Saying this Ghosh babu ran behind her. But suddenly, he was dashed by Paresh who appeared from darkness. Ghosh babu lost balance and fell on the floor, away from the painting.

“You bastard,” he loathed, to which Paresh replied with cold, terrifying smile.

“There is nothing you can do Ghosh babu… Look she is escaping from you, once and for all…” He argued bitterly.

Before Ghosh babu and his son Deepesh could understand the situation, Divya had reached to the painting and stepped into the door of the unknowing world. And to utter shock of everyone in the room, she literally stepped into the painting walking slowly towards the lady in the painting who was standing like statue with her back towards the men. And in the next moment, she got merged with that lady in the painting.

A cold breeze of air passed through the room and Ghosh babu shivered.

Though expecting this, Paresh also caught goosebumps and he cherished the moment he waited so long.

“Mummy…” Deepesh literally cried but it was too late.

The lady in the painting came to life; she moved like all other flora and fauna which were brought to life by supernatural power. And she hurried, turned back, turned to her left and once to the right.

The utterly confused Divya was looking for someone, Yes she was her only. How can Ghosh babu make a mistake to identify her? Will Deepesh ever mistake some other lady for his mother?

They kept calling her but their voice didn’t reached her ear. She was into completely different world now. And while they kept looking at her paralysed, Paresh stepped in the painting. 

Ghosh babu moved like laser and caught his second leg which was still in air and begged him.

“Why you are doing this to us. Please man. Don’t do this. I will give you anything you ask.”

“You cannot. You might be having enormous money, but you are beggar for the asset I appreciate - Art. And now you would be broke with your wife with heavenly beauty going away with me,” Paresh said, jerking his feet to get his hand offs his left foot.

“No. Please don’t take her away.”

“Get off. You bastard. I don’t have time to hear your pussy cry,” he jerked his leg to get out of Ghosh babu’s hold, and looking at his sore fingers said nastily, “ I am too tired after working like mad on the painting and my hands are itching to caress your wife’s sexy bums..So good bye looser.”

And in the next moment he got transferred to the that satanic paradise.

With terror Paresh babu ran but he got thrown away in air as with the electric shock. He bumped next to Deepesh. Deepesh slithered to him and both embraced each other, tightly, watching at the scene at the other world. The door has started to compress and the black-hole had reached to 60-70% of its original radius. But that was still big enough to give them glimpses of the happening at the jungle on the other side. Something that they should not have watched.

Paresh reached calmly behind Divya who was looking for him only. His palm softly landed on her seductive bums and caressed those along with the saree fabric.

She literally jumped with this, and turned back with a fear-happiness blend of feeling on her beautiful face.

She playfully started hitting his chest, probably for the long time he made her to wait? Only he knows how hard he had worked to get her and he caught his complaining soft hands as if handcuffing.

And their eyes meet, next moment they kissed. No it wasn’t kiss it was a hungry smooch. As he bends over her mouth and their saliva got mixed as he plucked her sweet lips with his teeth and dipped his long tongue inside her sweet mouth, she embraced her lovingly. Reciprocated equal love to him. 

As their saliva dripped from the sides of their mouth, and their kiss still didn’t seem to stop, Ghosh babu’s eyes started dripping wetting his kid’s chicks.

Unable to bear the sensation, Paresh literally picked Divya up in the air by her waist and kissed her navel. Divya responded by jerking her arms and neck back freely in air and let out a sweet moan. 

He walked with her towards a big rock beside, which was slanted, good-enough to be used as bed for their wild mating. He laid her on that big rock. And to dismay of the father-son duo, Divya bit her lips hungrily, as if a bitch on heat, looking at Paresh only. 

Paresh pulled off her pallu and showered kisses on her cleavage and collarbone. Meanwhile her hands undid his shirt and her soft fingers were rubbing his back as appreciation of the love.

Paresh was in hurry; and he sat between her legs to undo her panties. This time there was nothing the poor kid Deepesh could do but to sob and see Paresh rolling her petticoat up to reveal his beautiful vagina covered with decent amount of hair. Next thing was to undo his pant which he did in rush and within second he entered her!

Soon he started humping her and their hisses, Call outs of each other’s names started resonating in Deepesh’s and Ghosh babu’s ear as the black hole started to sink.

They spent whole night there looking at blank painting.



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                AFTERMATH

However dark, however devastating situation may be, it doesn’t last forever. A new sun always shine. It also arose for Ghosh family. The man had came out of the shock of the terrifying and heart-wrenching night. Of course, its would not be easy for him to forget his beloved wife, to bear the loss of such a darling out of his life. But he won’t have mental collapse, at least his actions the very next morning indicated so. The question was about his college-goer kid, the faint hearted and a possessive kid, Deepesh.  Will he able to get out of this?

In the morning Ghosh babu was seen walking out of from security officer station along with Deepesh. The poor kid was all plain, with expressionless face. And why not? Paresh’s devilish painting had stolen colour out of his life. What can be more important to a son than his loving mother?

 As Ghosh babu drive for Deepesh’s college with intention to drop him to college, he tried to cheer the Deepesh who has been speechless since the last night. At a single just before his college, Ghosh babu finally said, “You must be thinking why I gave complaint about your mummy’s missing, right?” He kept mum for sometime, looking at the countdown of the signal, and continued, “It’s for our safety. We both know well your mummy will not return ever… That bastard.. that bastard Paresh.” He clenched the tooth and couldn’t speak more.

Trying hard not to leak out tears, he continued, “If we don’t act this out, going ahead law can sue us, that’s why I have reported the complaint that she has been missing since early morning. So I just want you to promise me one thing. Don’t tell anybody what what all we saw in the night… and I know how hard it will be, but please forget your mom as well, believe me,she was not good enough a lady. That’s why she went after that bastard.”

Ghosh babu dropped him and waved him bye hurriedly, and ran for his institute. The silent Deepesh was his father’s car going far away. He then looked down, and probed his bag making sure all the brushes he had carried from the scene are safe.

THE END