Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Salir]

Pond Master 19 (5)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
I got up, first I had to drink a glass of water. Then I went up to the bedroom. I
 
opened Meena's wardrobe door. I looked for the samll gift from Jalal. I took it and
 
then I bent down and looked under her side of
 
the bed. They were still there.
 
Her black skirt had lots of typical sperm stains on it and her dirty white blouse
 
with cum marks on it, especially on the bottom.
 
Both looked weird and it wasn't typical of Meena that she didn't wash things like
 
that straight away.
 
I took both and went back to the ground floor.
 
She was still sitting there, lost in thought, with moist and slightly red eyes.
 
I put the three objects on the table in front of her and sat down again where I was
 
before.
 
She started to cry quietly and after a short minute she was really howling.
 
" Look Meena, My point is not that you start a long term affair or relationship with
 
him or anyone, that it happens more than once or lasts. It is not even about how
 
it all is and what kind, kissing, groping, fingering, or real sex and intercourse, as
 
you say penetration. ",
 
"Even if you claim that you have not entered into a nonsexual, I mean, emotional
 
relationship with him, and that you have not fallen in love with him or love him, I
 
do not consider that to be hundert percent honest and do not consider it to be
 
completely credible,and for whatever reason you enter into a relationship with
 
him, alcohol effect, your hormones, your animal instincts, that he is better,
 
prettier, has a bigger cock, can love better, is richer, fulfills your wishes in every
 
respect sexually or materially. All of this can happen. ",
 
"We've done a few times some sexual games, together, as you say, at my
 
request and my plan, I mean the games that we started with other men. I saw
 
and look at you having sex with them, in my presence, with my consent, let's say
 
my initiative. I enjoyed it. You enjoyed it too, may be more, as a woman.",
 
" All of this is not primarily a problem for me and my point.,
 
"The problem starts when you hide something. That you hide it from me, as your
 
only man and love, as you claim. You hid that another man, with your consent
 
and even your encouragement, kissed you, touched you, fondled you, kissed
 
your breasts, worked on and rubbed your pussy, squirted for you and gave you
 
his seeds and brought you to orgasm." ,
 
"That's the point. It may be that you even long for him. We are human and we
 
have feelings, emotions, hormones and instincts. It can happen that you desire
 
someone, their body, their behavior, what they are like. ",
 
"The third person, here me, has to deal with it or leave you and go away. That
 
is his right, but you have to be honest with him and give him the opportunity. The
 
opportunity to choose. This is the least that you not only can do but must do.",
 
" But now, these days and here you didn't do it, there is no excuse for that.
 
You have been silent, hiding and waiting. Even though you could have told me
 
last night, you didn't say a word to me until I discovered, I presented the
 
evidence, I opened everything up, until you could no longer deny it. That is my
 
problem. ",
 
Then where we currently stand in the matterit is legitimate to call what you did,
 
betrayal, fraud, cheating, infidelity and every designation along those meanings.",
 
" I repeat this Meena, you didn't belong to me at those moments, hours and
 
days. And I'm not sure if you belong to me and only me at this moment.
 
I can't take it anymore, Meena, I can't stand it how it is.".
 
I had to get up and leave that room.
 
I couldn't do it anymore. I needed time and rest. My thoughts needed to calm
 
down. I was in my study. I turned on the music in my computer.
 
Leonard Cohen was there singing for me:
 
Come over to the window, my little darling
I′d like to try to read your palm
I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy
Before I let you take me home
 
Now so long, Marianne
It's time that we began
To laugh and cry
And cry and laugh about it all again
 
Well, you know that I love to live with you
But you make me forget so very much
I forget to pray for the angels
And then the angels forget to pray for us
 
Now so long, Marianne
It′s time that we began
To laugh and cry
And cry and laugh about it all again
 
We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park
You held on to me like I was a crucifix
As we went kneeling through the dark
 
Oh, so long, Marianne
It's time that we began
To laugh and cry
And cry and laugh about it all again
 
Your letters, they all say that you're beside me now
Then why do I feel alone?
I′m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
Is fastening my ankle to a stone
 
Now so long, Marianne
It′s time that we began
To laugh and cry
And cry and laugh about it all again
 
For now, I need your hidden love
I'm cold as a new razor blade
You left when I told you I was curious
I never said that I was brave
 
Oh, so long, Marianne
It′s time that we began
To laugh and cry
And cry and laugh about it all again
 
Oh, you are really such a pretty one
I see you've gone and changed your name again
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside
To wash my eyelids in the rain
 
Oh, so long, Marianne
It′s time that we began
To laugh and cry
And cry and laugh about it all again
-         Leonard Cohen writes about the woman of his heart and the mother of his child, Marainne: „She is a muse!“
 
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLOnQmmmlkw)

And if you are more interested in their story:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwQHz0XPIos
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21UEesvZb64
 
I could sing about my Meena this too…
 
She was and is my Muse and Muse for others, too.-
 
After that I packed a small suitcase in the bedroom, took only the things that I
 
absolutely needed for a short stay, and went downstairs. I called the chief
 
surgeon in medical college and told him I need a few days off, I have to sort out
 
something private. He immediately accepted it and wished me all the best
 
I got my suitcase and went dowmstairs..
 
Meena was still sitting in the kitchen, looked up at me with wet eyes and I could
 
clearly see that she was sinking in her seat. Her face turned pale and she
 
couldn't say a word, I had the feeling, she just looked alternately at me and my
 
suitcase and shook her head.
 
“I can't Meena, I'm sorry, I have to go. Please don't ask where or what... I'll get in
 
touch and you take good care of yourself... I don't know if this is the end for us or
 
a new beginning... I'm afraid you can't help me. I have to let myself and nature
 
heal my wounds... Maybe time will help with that...“
 
And then I went into the garage and took my vintage car, my old Jaguar, which
 
she had given me, and drove away.
 
***
 
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[Salir]

Pond Master 19 (5)
 
Nadir’s Narration:
 
I got up, first I had to drink a glass of water. Then I went up t..................

This part (PM 19) went a bit too long, which many of you may see as excessive, but it is what it was and I don't want to ignore that and go straight to one or more sex scenes without giving the background of our main character's behavior here.

I can't do that to us and you, you have to get as close to us and our personality (mentally, I mean!) as possible.

The next part moves in a different direction and the PM part narrative is over, but not the role of Master Jalal Noori in this story, he continues to play his role....

Salir(Nadir)

[drillhot]

I thought it is end of road of both. It would have been good climax.

[Salir]

Always think about that,...
There can be no end of love....
love exists, as long as there is life in this universe...

Leonard Cohen - Dance Me To The End Of Love [HD Video]

[Lollobionda]

We can describe Nadir as a cuckold, wife watcher, morally perverted or even mentally disturbed, 
which affects many of those who consciously or unconsciously move around in our society!

He knows that himself, at least since the Mansour story...

But for him, mutual loyalty is always the most important quality in a relationship.
But what exactly is loyalty - and above all: where does infidelity begin?

If it regards each of us as affected, and not as observer of another one we look at from a distance, 
for the majority of us, regardless of whether it is man or woman, that it is infidelity as soon as it becomes 
physical - kissing and intimate physical contact are taboo. Even for many, infidelity begins with flirting.
 
For Nadir, everything is permitted as long as it happens under his control and observation or at least his knowledge.
Anything beyond that, i.e. without his permission or information, he considers as disloyalty.

Then when it reaches this phase, what one sees as infidelity has, of course, consequences for every living being, 
even the animals react to it.

Anger, pain, guilt, destroyed trust - anyone who has been cheated on by their partner suffers like an animal.

The unimaginable suffering that an affair causes can only be felt if you have experienced infidelity in your own
relationship.
 
The main problem and question for Nadir in this phase of the story: Can he still believe?
 
Could he bear the damage caused to their relationship by Meena's suspected affair? 
 
Because in this phase, the trust that is the basis of their relationship is destroyed: His Meena, 
who he thought he knew as well as himself, lied and even led a secret double life for days.
 
How could he still believe his wife - a question that torments him...

My view and opinion on this are similar, namely:

I have been reading erotic literature for many years and also have some classics in my library.
In almost all erotic works with meaning and quality, the ‘CUCKOLD’ is described as the one who takes part in 
the extramarital sex of his partner or wife (with his knowledge or not, with his consent or not, in his presence
or in his absence!).
Another preference of the "CLASSIC CUCKOLD" is that he loves to be humiliated and trampled on during his 
wife's sexual intercourse with other men, and that he feels a special pleasure and lust in doing so.

Nadir is far removed from these characteristics that characterise a CUCKOLD.
He has never allowed his wife to get involved with other men behind his back (sexual intercourse and/or
sexual relations).
On the contrary, he reacted very angrily and harshly at the time (to Meena's sexual intercourse with Uncle Mansi).

If physical-sexual contact should nevertheless occur between Meena and other men, this must be done in consultation,
with the consent and in the presence of Nadir.

Nadir would not let control slip from his hands in order to be controlled or dominated !..

He is merely inclined to share his Meena with other men (occasionally to get a special sexual thrill),
but,
he is not a classic CUCKOLD.and he would never let himself be made into one ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Salir]

My view and opinion on this are similar, namely:

I have been reading erotic literature for many years and also have some classics in my library.
In almost all erotic works with meaning and quality, the ‘CUCKOLD’ is described as the one who takes part in 
the extramarital sex of his partner or wife (with his knowledge or not, with his consent or not, in his presence
or in his absence!).
Another preference of the "CLASSIC CUCKOLD" is that he loves to be humiliated and trampled on during his 
wife's sexual intercourse with other men, and that he feels a special pleasure and lust in doing so.

Nadir is far removed from these characteristics that characterise a CUCKOLD.
He has never allowed his wife to get involved with other men behind his back (sexual intercourse and/or
sexual relations).
On the contrary, he reacted very angrily and harshly at the time (to Meena's sexual intercourse with Uncle Mansi).

If physical-sexual contact should nevertheless occur between Meena and other men, this must be done in consultation,
with the consent and in the presence of Nadir.

Nadir would not let control slip from his hands in order to be controlled or dominated !..

He is merely inclined to share his Meena with other men (occasionally to get a special sexual thrill),
but,
he is not a classic CUCKOLD.and he would never let himself be made into one ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

My statements about Nadir's personality at the beginning of my answer above are exaggerated and sacrastic.
Nadir is certainly not a cuckold in the true sense of the word...
 
Nadir is someone who has (or beleives to have) a unique rose. He loves to give HIS (for him extraordinary) flower, 
his rose, under his observation and control, someone  to look at and enjoy, or at most to smell and enjoy, nothing more, no possession...
He is someone who wants to show you what unimaginably excellent possessions he has...

Yes, he is not a cuckold (in classical terms), and certainly not someone who seeks humiliation... On the contrary, he needs and seeks recognition, 
he enjoys it when one admires and worships his rose, adors its aroma…
And in the end the other one is jealous that the rose belongs to Nadir...

That gives Nadir highest satisfaction, the greatest fulfillment...
that's what he's looking for...

Enjoy,
Salir

[Salir]

Friends,

[Salir]

I will post the last episode of this part (Pond Master) tomorrow, but have to send it again in 2 or 3 separate updates.

Beginn of a new part of the story come soon, but how soon? I don't know...

Thank you for your patience.

Salir

[RJ668]

Stunning updates...and an exceptional piece of writing! The way you've (yes, you and meena) described it is truly outstanding. Every detail—be it the atmosphere, the tension, or the emotions or the dialogues—comes alive so vividly that one can't help but feel completely immersed. Every time I read it, I'm transported to those moments, feeling as though I'm an invisible observer, watching everything unfold without intervention.

[Salir]

Stunning updates...and an exceptional piece of writing! The way you've (yes, you and meena) described it is truly outstanding. Every detail—be it the atmosphere, the tension, or the emotions or the dialogues—comes alive so vividly that one can't help but feel completely immersed. Every time I read it, I'm transported to those moments, feeling as though I'm an invisible observer, watching everything unfold without intervention.

Thank you my friend, 
I appreciate your opinion and I am pleased that we manage to bring the reader into our world as much as 
possible and to touch his feelings.

I hope that many people precive the same way. Then we can feel us successful.

That is our goal.

Salir

[RCF]

Thanks Salir for the update. Still catching up old story. Finding it refreshing and already cursing myself for missing this story for so long. Have many questions but will post in due time.

[Salir]

Thanks Salir for the update. Still catching up old story. Finding it refreshing and already cursing myself for missing this story for so long. Have many questions but will post in due time.

Sure, anytime I'll answer your questions as best I can.
If you also have specific questions about the narrative that 
I'm not sure about, then there's one there to answer that!

Thanks für your interest.

[Salir]

Pond Master 20 (1)

Nadir’s Narration: 

After about 3 hours driving I was in the heavenly beach that I had seen in the 

magazine, previous night together with Meena.

I got a hotel room and went to the bar and ordered my favorite alcoholic drink...


***

The next day was Sunday, the hotel beach and even the nearby beaches were 

very crowded. 

I got in the car and drove a few kilometres away.

There, I was able to walk along the beach for hours in peace, no one was there, 

just the sea, sand and me, until I was tired and hungry.

It was afternoon when I got back to the hotel. Then I ate and sat at the bar until 

the evening.

It was just after 8 o'clock in the evening that I noticed two pretty green eyes 

watching me. 

The eyes belonged to a well-dressed woman of my age or a little younger. When 

our eyes met, she smiled and tilted her head briefly. I smiled back and greeted 

her with a "Hi, " I immediately noticed that my voice was not audible. 

She had short, light brown hair and a rather slim figure.

"Sad eyes, ", "Normally I don’t speak with strangers, my mother forbade me", 

and laughed.

Then, "but your eyes are speaking a sad story, "

"My eyes are just tired, sorry, " I responded, not interested.

"You must not open your heart, but this helps you open your mind, ", she said and 

showed my glass to the bartender and told him another one. 

I thanked for drink and said "Thank you, normally the man should invite and give 

a lady, I mean the drink".

"We live in a neutral world, cheers, people say." and raised her red wine glass.

I said cheers and took a sip of my new drink glass, then looked in her beautiful 

green eyes and said, "your eyes don't look so happy either, "

"Tired!", she answered and giggled, "Now, you are trying me to open my heart! " 

She continued and smiled.

"I am for the last one week here, I didn’t see you last days,”, she said.
"I only arrived yesterday"

"Alone?", she asked.

"Yes, I'm traveling solo, I am in a healing journey, I hope at least, " I smiled.

"Now I can guess what is wrong with your eyes, you are mentally ill! "

"Yes, incurable!" I laughed.

“This is a good place for that, I was healed here some time ago,”, she said 

calmly.

"Done with the trip" I show her the suitcase next to it.

"Yes, unfortunately I have to say goodbye to the sea," she smiled sadly and 

continued, ", and to you too, it's getting late. I have to get going,“, and she stood 

up, when I looked at her, I estimated that she was about 170 cm tall, with quite 

small breasts and a slim body. She was wearing jeans with sports sandals, with 

short 2-3 cm heels.

She reached for her suitcase but then asked me, "Are you staying here? I want to 

go to the shore for a bit, I need about an hour to say goodbye, if you stay here, I 

can leave my suitcases here or I'll take them to the car."

The hotel parking lot was set back a little in the other direction from the beach.

"Do you mind if I accompany you to the beach? I can help you take your suitcase

 to the car now," I asked and added, "I need to get my healing dose from the sea 

again,".

"It would be nice if you would accompany me, let's go,", she replied.

I got her suitcase, and we left the hotel with the suitcase and walked towards the 

parking lot.

She asked my name, and I answered.

 "Nadir means rare, a rare creature, is your kind rare breed?" she said and

 laughed.

"I don't know, but I think so... at least I don't belong to this time," I said and 

laughed.

"And why do you think that you don't belong to this time? At least you belong to 

this world, I'm not either, I'm not even from this world..." and laughed again.

Now we've arrived at the sea shore. 

It was very beautiful.

Half past eight in the evening and it was still light. 

The beach was almost empty. 

A couple, with a dog, were strolling along the water, seagulls were still screeching 

in competition with each other. 

I looked at a sandcastle that the waves took over at night. 

I thought to me, there is a similarity the life of me and this sandcastle.

 My companion interrupted my train of thought.

"I am Mitra," ", not a god but a goddess of contracts and friendship and the 

guardian of cosmic order,", "but unfortunately I have not managed to bring order 

into my own life, even", and laughed.

I looked at her,’ She is so pretty, and she smells and looks like life in 

its simplest and most uncomplicated form, so alive and so happy and easy going 

,’, I thought.

We sat on the sand while looking out at the sea, which I particularly love at this 

hour. 

The air is not warm more, a breeze passes through, the light is velvety, the 

sun is reflected red gold in the waves that are slowly and somewhat pensively 

lapping against the shore. 

What does the sea think about me?

Suddenly Mitra stood up and said, "I'll be right there, Nadir!" and ran to the hotel.

The sun was sinking and the sky turned darker, I heard and saw a seagull landed 

in front of me and looked at me.

To be continued...

[Salir]

Pond Master 20 (II)

Nadir continues...:


When Mitra a few minutes later returned, she had a bottle of cold, sunset-


coloured bottle of wine and two glasses with her.

“Get up, let us climb the rocks. The sunset looks up there lovely.", she said.

I took the bottle, and we climbed the rocks up.
 
There was a sandy path between rocks that were not so steep and so we soon 

reached the top.

We sat down on the rocks, and I poured wine into glasses, she looked at me and 

said "Cheers, but you have to drink the rest, I have to drive," she said and took 

a sip from her glass.

I took a sip too.

We looked at the sky and the last golden rays of the sun and the red, golden 

colour of some small clouds in the distance of the horizon.

All you could hear was the silence and the waves crashing against the rocks.

Mitra whispered, "Isn't it heavenly, Nadir?".

I had to agree, it was a beautiful sunset.

"Almost as pretty as you." I spoke. 

She smiled and said thank you, kissing me on the cheek quickly. 

the air was very clear, and the breeze kissed my cheeks the whole time.

I looked at the sea and watched the waves fighting with the rocks below. It wasn't 

far from me. 5-6 meters deep. 

For a moment I focused on the waves and how they beat and break apart, I saw 

clearly the millions of drops in the light of the moon in the air, which shone for a 

fraction of a second, then I looked at the millions of drops that break in seconds, 

rise and jump into the air and then find their way back to their mother, sea.

I was one of them and then I saw another drop, Meena who met me and then in a 

split second, we separated and then she met drops Mansour and then Jalal.... 

and I met drop Mitra for another split second and in the end we all disappeared 

into the mother sea, our universe....

I couldn't hold back; I started to cry like a child who has lost its mother... 

The tears made my cheeks, my face, wet. I was shaking all over and at the same 

time felt pressure in my neck and chest, and then saw a vast light on the 

horizon...

Mitra noticed this at one and hugged me tightly and started to cry with me...

"Calm down, calm down, my baby, calm down, I'm crying for you..."

After about five minutes, the world was healed. The stars were incredibly bright 

and clear, and so were my thoughts.

Mitra still held me in her arms and stroked my back and hair. We were both calm. 

But the sea and the waves were not...

"I have to go, you strange, rare man..." she whispered and smiled to me.

"Can I leave you alone?" She asked.

There was a moment of silence.

Then I said calmly, “Can you stay a little longer? I mean, if you don't mind, you 

can stay with me in my suit. I have a big bedroom and living room, I'm alone...”

"Are you scared, my baby??" She asked.

“Scared? Yes, I am... I'll be very calm, I promise, you don't need to worry...” I said.

"You are so sweet Nadir", "really a rare personality,"

"You are really a rare personality, I think you're right, I'd rather drink some wine 

and stay at your place but first you have to open your heart to me, here have 

another glass of wine, opens your mind more,".

I took a sip of wine and told her my story. From beginning, and showed her a 

photo of Meena and spoke about the years and the last week and my mental 

condition and my search for healing.

I guess, I talked for at least two hours and Mitra listened patiently. 

I spoke about how we met, in the early years, our marriage, Meena's 

blackmailing by Mansour, our later games and finally about the last days.

I wanted to feel me free, free from sadness, but that made me sadder as the 

story went on.

Then when I finished, she turned to me and said, "A strange story, you really 

belong to the last century, you should even go back 2 or 3 centuries,", ", and 

about your wife, Meena, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen 

in my life."

", you are at least as pretty as she is," I said.

"Nonsense,", she laughed, and after a short pause while thinking, she asked "Is 

she important for you? I mean do you care about her and her life? "

"I don’t know, not that I don't care but I am not sure," the words floated from my lips 

and my heart struggled to believe them.
 
"I needed to get to the core of the issue, and I can't do that if I stayed at home!" I said

 sadly.

"But she didn’t cheat on you, Nadir! How can you even stand the sight of yourself 

when you claim such a thing?" Mitra countered.

"I don't know that for sure." I insisted.

"Nadir, you can't be so blind and selfish,", "You should be grateful that firstly I like you 

and secondly that I'm drunk, otherwise I would have said go to hell with your 

ridiculous arguments!" She was very clear with her opinion! "There are people who, 

if you treat them the way you treated her, will send you away and never want to 

see you again, that's for sure, me for example!"

"I don't know Mitra...", I insisted.

"What does your heart say?", she asked.

"That's the problem. My heart loves her. We've been together for so many years. We 

were enough for each other and we love each other, that is for sure, but... " I replied.

"I'm human and like any other man or woman, I enjoy attention from others at times, 

but Meena is more than enough woman for me. I thought that about her too…".

"I have something really important to tell you,", she said. "Can I go on?"

"Yes, please, " I said.

"I know this feeling Nadir, you are still confused and muddled up by the realities you 

have experienced,", ", but there are also some truths that you need to see first and 

more, bear in mind, can I go on? Are you ready to heat the truth? The naked truth?" 

She asked.

I glanced at her face. I was ready at this moment to hear everyrthing, at least in my 

opinion I was right, so I had no reasons to say no. I agreed.

"First of all, no matter what happened, you have no right to treat someone like that, 

sorry, but accept that, you have no right to handle like that, ","Second truth and most 

importantly; You love her, and then comes what your heart says: you know that she 

is right when she says she is not the only one to blame, perhaps the main guilty one 

in the story of your relationship, as you told me, is you, Nadir!", "I like you very much 

Nair and I don't know your Meena, but I don't want you to ruin your life because of 

your personal mistakes."

Then Mitra stopped and then after thinking for a moment said, "This is the difference 

between our reactions is that I saved my life, but you are ruining your life,", ", now 

don't say anything, hug me and we go sleeping, tomorrow go back to your heart."

"But before we go back, do you want to open your heart to me too?", I asked 

Carefully.

"Isn't it late for a new story?" ,she said.

"I have time and I am curious if you don't mind," 

"No, no, if you're interested, please,".

And then, she spoke …

… She is 39 years old, a lawyer in the service of the Ministry of Justice. she had 

a son, 17 years old who lives with his father, and she hadn’t seen him since one 

year, she lives in the city where we live and she is divorced since one year, she 

had a happy family and was married for 18 years until a year ago when she 

experienced a shock. 

She caught her husband, with whom she had been happy since she was 

seventeen years old, while cheating.

He had sex with his own sister, who was three years older than him and was also 

married. 

He later admitted that the two siblings had been lovers since they were teenagers 

and met regularly. He was last year 44 uand his sister was 47 years old!

Mitra got divorced straight away and has been living alone since then, not even 

far from us in the city.
 
She doesn't even want to see her own son anymore because he looks exactly 

like his father and he doesn't know about it and thinks his mother had an affair 

and divorced his father. 

She doesn't want to say anything to him either. She would rather forget her last 

twenty years.

After she told her story, we didn't speak for minutes, just watched the sea, then 

she turned to me and said, "I'm healed, Nadir, the sea healed me exactly six

 months ago, right here and exactly like you just experienced it, the 

enlightenment... "

"We have to go to sleep now, the wine is finished! ", she continued,
 
", but just one thing, I like you, in a few short hours I got to know you and grew to

 love you, but...but...", “I haven't had a man for more than a year and I don't want 

one either, Nadir, I have to be honest with you because I don't want to disappoint

 you... I do not want to have sex if you're into it... Please understand me, I can 

not, not yet...”, "If it's okay with you, then we'll go to your place... Otherwise I'll 

leave, regardless of whether I've am drunk or not..."

"Who do you think I am, Mitra? Do you think I'm going to take you to my room 

to... My God...".

Then we got up. But before we went down the rocks, she hugged me again and 

whispered in my ear, "Please Nadir, go back to her, you are two of the good kind,

 two drops that only came together by chance for a fraction of time somewhere in 

the universe, find yourselves together again, you must not leave your love alone

 or sacrifice it,"...

When we got to the hotel, I got another bottle of red wine from my fridge, we sat 

in the living room of the suit, we talked. Silence. Talked again…
 
About life. About the future. About gratitude. About Meena and me, and about 

what the sea meant to us and spoke to us...

About how we humans have become degenerated creatures. 

We could use what nature and existence, without asking for anything in return,
 
has given us, for our enjoyment and pleasure: “the "drop of being" state”.

 We could consciously use this state that we have been given for a fraction of a
 
second and simply see a beautiful sunset, hear birds singing and an andante by
 
Mozart, smell a wild rose, taste a drop of honey, and touch the tender skin of a 

woman's breast before we have to find our ways back to Mother Sea.

But we don't see, don't hear, don't smell, don't taste and don't touch. We have 

complicated everything, life itself, all our sensations have become artificial and 

complicated. Instead of sensing and feeling, we prefer to look into boxes, big 

boxes and small boxes, and let's call that life and being human. We even want 

joy and pleasure to be served packed in a box.

We complicate our natural feelings and instincts, we complicate our relationships, 

our dealings with the environment and even our sex. We are just terrible 

creatures that father nature and mother sea cannot be proud of us, on the 

contrary, they are surely ashamed of us...


End of Chapter "Pond Master"

The story goes on, soon...

[Lollobionda]

The last passage was the trigger for these emotions in me. I try to put myself in Nadir and Meena's 
current situation in order to describe from their emotional level what is going on inside them ...

Nadir:
‘Come, my heart, gather all your wreckage and let's go. Because there is no one who understands us, 
there is only distance.
I know that when we leave, her face will disappear, her voice, her smell. 
The moon will lurk, my skin will begin to tremble and my night will end in uncertainty...'

Meena:
'Sometimes I wish that things could be undone, that closed doors could be reopened, open wounds could 
be closed, broken hopes could be revived...
... And then I would say I love you, as if your hands were in mine, your eyes in mine, even though you are 
no longer there...
I do not know if anyone has ever looked at me the way you look at me, but I have never looked at anyone
the way I look at you and I never will!

Wherever life takes us, everything I have is waiting for you...'


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[RCF]

Thanks Salir for the update. Still catching up old story. Finding it refreshing and already cursing myself for missing this story for so long. Have many questions but will post in due time.

Hi Salir. Your story is one of its kind and It takes courage to relive those moments and share it with readers. Truly love the descriptions and bringing it live before our eyes.

Now since I am late to the story, have been reading with a pace comfortable for me and I have finished it until ’Better than those days! - 18’

I am sorry if I am dragging you back to earlier chapters while your focus is on Pond Master series but have few questions until Chapter 18.

1. Why were you thinking about divorce and your outburst in :Disclosure Conversation chapter 15" Why were you accusing her as if its all her fault?

   
2. What would have happened if she did not give you expensive car as a gift or a letter wishing you Happy Birthday?

3. "He is simply the only man who touched my mind and my soul, and even now when I think about him, he does it! You remember the day at sea in your house when he was going to leave. And I left with him? It was me and not him who wanted to ride back home with.
   Nadir even insisted that I stay and enjoy my holidays. But you know what? I couldn't imagine being without him even for some days. The thought of it was not bearable for me and now... "
   
   What would be your decision if there was no camera and you did not hear the conversation between Mansi and Meena after you left the house? Would you understand her point of view? Would you have given a chance for her to explain if there was no gift and no camera to hear her side of story?
   
   
   

[Bakchod Londa]

Emotions are expressed so beautifully through words; truly heart touching.

I think Meena’s one mistake was hiding the truth from Nadir, and that’s what led to this whole situation. 
But Nadir didn’t handle it well either—his accusations and overreactions just made things worse. 
Honestly, it feels like he’s dealing with some insecurity or trust issues that he hasn’t addressed.

Talking about Mitra...this was not a coincidence that her appearance came at such a time when Nadir was lost in despair and seeking healing... her arrival felt almost predestined, as if she were sent to guide him through his emotional chaos, offering the clarity he desperately needed to confront his struggles and rediscover his love for Meena.

[Salir]

Hi Salir. Your story is one of its kind and It takes courage to relive those moments and share it with readers. Truly love the descriptions and bringing it live before our eyes.

Now since I am late to the story, have been reading with a pace comfortable for me and I have finished it until ’Better than those days! - 18’

I am sorry if I am dragging you back to earlier chapters while your focus is on Pond Master series but have few questions until Chapter 18.

1. Why were you thinking about divorce and your outburst in :Disclosure Conversation chapter 15" Why were you accusing her as if its all her fault?

   
2. What would have happened if she did not give you expensive car as a gift or a letter wishing you Happy Birthday?

3. "He is simply the only man who touched my mind and my soul, and even now when I think about him, he does it! You remember the day at sea in your house when he was going to leave. And I left with him? It was me and not him who wanted to ride back home with.
   Nadir even insisted that I stay and enjoy my holidays. But you know what? I couldn't imagine being without him even for some days. The thought of it was not bearable for me and now... "
   
   What would be your decision if there was no camera and you did not hear the conversation between Mansi and Meena after you left the house? Would you understand her point of view? Would you have given a chance for her to explain if there was no gift and no camera to hear her side of story?
   
   
   

Thank you for your interst,

I can only give one answer to your questions at this moment, I'm sorry that I can only say: I don't know! I don't know why I acted like that, behaved so ridiculously sometimes, why I was so selfish...

 
I don't even know what would have happened if she hadn't acted like that? What would my reaction have been... would I have really left her despite my love for her?

M. (abbreviated, because her real first name begins with letter M too) always knew what she wanted and how far she would go, but sometimes I didn't know how far I would go... how far I would allow her to go and how far I would approve of and tolerate her behavior. 

She may have known that about me, she always said that she knew me better than I knew myself.

To answer a question about my behavior in relation to a certain situation that has not happened, I must have a lot of knowledge about my psyche! I honestly say that I don't!

I'm glad that I'm not a psychologist or psychatrist by profession, which I find incredibly difficult, but rather I have to deal with tubes in my job! They have an easier job to understand, they have to play a carrier role, carry blood, nutrients and oxygen and bring them to the target organ.
Nevertheless, they are vital! A small, simple vessel can explode or become blocked, and the heart, brain and all other organs and thus life comes to an end!

Nevertheless, I am just a craftsman and nothing more! I clean these tubes or replace them and life goes on…
I know about that because it's not difficult! 
But what about my psyche? No, too complicated!
 
Meena can perhaps analyze her behavior better, she has always been able to do that, at least better than I can do with my behavior and psyche...
 
I have to say about the gift, she is very sensitive... When I admired a car on a TV- crime series, earlier this century (the old Jaguar in the British TV series "Inspector Morse"), she noticed it and years later when she wanted to make a reconciliation attempt (no matter who was to blame for the misery) she gave me a very similar car!
 
Now you know how it is despite incredible relationship turbulence, and while I am 50 and she is 45 (although she looks at least ten years younger and I'm not the only one saying that), we are together and more connected than ever...
 
and love rules our lives..

Be happy and enjoy,

Salir

[RCF]

Thank you for your interst,

I can only give one answer to your questions at this moment, I'm sorry that I can only say: I don't know! I don't know why I acted like that, behaved so ridiculously sometimes, why I was so selfish...

 
I don't even know what would have happened if she hadn't acted like that? What would my reaction have been... would I have really left her despite my love for her?

M. (abbreviated, because her real first name begins with letter M too) always knew what she wanted and how far she would go, but sometimes I didn't know how far I would go... how far I would allow her to go and how far I would approve of and tolerate her behavior. 

She may have known that about me, she always said that she knew me better than I knew myself.

To answer a question about my behavior in relation to a certain situation that has not happened, I must have a lot of knowledge about my psyche! I honestly say that I don't!

I'm glad that I'm not a psychologist or psychatrist by profession, which I find incredibly difficult, but rather I have to deal with tubes in my job! They have an easier job to understand, they have to play a carrier role, carry blood, nutrients and oxygen and bring them to the target organ.
Nevertheless, they are vital! A small, simple vessel can explode or become blocked, and the heart, brain and all other organs and thus life comes to an end!

Nevertheless, I am just a craftsman and nothing more! I clean these tubes or replace them and life goes on…
I know about that because it's not difficult! 
But what about my psyche? No, too complicated!
 
Meena can perhaps analyze her behavior better, she has always been able to do that, at least better than I can do with my behavior and psyche...
 
I have to say about the gift, she is very sensitive... When I admired a car on a TV- crime series, earlier this century (the old Jaguar in the British TV series "Inspector Morse"), she noticed it and years later when she wanted to make a reconciliation attempt (no matter who was to blame for the misery) she gave me a very similar car!
 
Now you know how it is despite incredible relationship turbulence, and while I am 50 and she is 45 (although she looks at least ten years younger and I'm not the only one saying that), we are together and more connected than ever...
 
and love rules our lives..

Be happy and enjoy,

Salir

Thank you for your reply. Sorry to drag you to those memories back again. The reason I needed to know is because you could have lost her that day due to your foolishness. Despite knowing you were part of that whole mess you blamed her singularly and left the house. So wanted to make a point that you were incredibly lucky that day. 
I keep saying this in all the stories I have been interested on this forum whether they are fiction or real events..that Love and Lust are two different entities and never should cross lines against each other. If the person who you love can provide the satisfaction and balance the scale then your lust will not be tested for eternity but if fate intertwines and decides that you have 3rd person able to imbalance that scale and provide the passion and lust that is missing then Lust and Love cross each other. I am glad you saw that your wife loved you more than anything and decided to play along and took back control of your life.

~ RCF

[Salir]

Thank you for your reply. Sorry to drag you to those memories back again. The reason I needed to know is because you could have lost her that day due to your foolishness. Despite knowing you were part of that whole mess you blamed her singularly and left the house. So wanted to make a point that you were incredibly lucky that day. 
I keep saying this in all the stories I have been interested on this forum whether they are fiction or real events..that Love and Lust are two different entities and never should cross lines against each other. If the person who you love can provide the satisfaction and balance the scale then your lust will not be tested for eternity but if fate intertwines and decides that you have 3rd person able to imbalance that scale and provide the passion and lust that is missing then Lust and Love cross each other. I am glad you saw that your wife loved you more than anything and decided to play along and took back control of your life.

~ RCF

I agree with you one hundred percent!

Salir