22-11-2018, 08:05 AM
Kasturi : The Enchanting Scent
This is a work of fiction.
Kasturi Dubey was the star of her college. She was bright... beautiful... gracious and full of life. She was 22 years of age but already reaching epitome of womanhood. She was studying English in Delhi University staying away from her parents, who were basically from a village but currently living in an small town. She was their only child and so the apple of their eyes. Her parents had a long battle for having their own child, and when after a miracle she happened their joy meant no boundaries. They were truly blessed to have a beautiful angel in their life.
Kasturi grew up and started doing collegeing in her hometown, but the town hadn't grew up yet. She had always been an eye catcher for the men across ages. The education as well was not upto the mark so her parents decided to move her out of that little lake of their's and let her have a quality life for herself. She was hostled in Delhi, where she grew up well and quiet open minded.
She completed her senior secondary and took admission in Delhi itself to study English, she had always been a great admirer of this language. In college as well she showed exemplary traits...taking parts in cultural fests...college representation and everything that showed up.
Kasturi had her mother's trait more. She was 5'8" tall...her complexion was very fair and her hair jet black medium in length. She had always been an advocate of great personality, and her regular workouts had shaped her well. Her measurements could give run for money to anyone beautiful, 34-26-36. Toned...and slender. And fleshy enough at right places. She could pull off any dress with equal grace...but when she used to wore a dress ending over her knees...it had surely made something hard for the guys.
The story kicks off, with a inter-college competition. She was as usual the representative of her college participating at a different location. After the program was over...She had been called upon by a middle aged man in his 40s...Rohan Duggal. She was skeptical about it, but thought it would be disrespectful and rude.
R.D was a businessman by profession. He was a divorcee and father of a son, who used to live with his mother. So he was all by himself, he was popular for his flamboyant nature, an average looking man but he dressed well.
"Hello Sir. I am Kasturi. I heard you called upon me, Is everything okay ?" She asked and offered her hand for a shake.
R.D was speechless seeing her this close, her presence was divine, he could smell his enchanting scent, that had made him forget he was standing in a public lobby.
"Aaarrhhmm" She tried breaking his concentration.
"Ohhh... Hi Kasturi. I had seen you dance today, you were absolutely ravishing. So I couldn't help myself but to comeover and congratulate you."
"Thats so sweet of you. Thank You." She replied, happily.
"Is there anything I can help you with ?"
"No Sir...I am all good. It was so good of you to stay back and wish me personally."
"Ohh thats Nothing. So if not anything else, if you are free on Sunday, we could go out and have Coffee ?"
"Aarrhmm, actually...I...I have...to..."
"You are such a terrible liar." R.D chuckled.
"Hahaha, Okay I will be there." She giggled.
The redness on her cheecks had made Duggal go even more mad about her.
They exchanged their numbers and She moved away leaving that lobby.
But Rohan's gaze was fixed on her full...fleshy... swaying hips.
On Sunday at 7:00PM he did called her and asked her to comeover to Starbucks.
She was secretly hoping that may be he had forgotten about it and won't call her, little did she knew about the intentions of R.D and now she had to go.
She put on her jeans and cold shoulder top matched with boots. She applied light make up and took her scooty.
It didn't took her long to get there, R.D was sitting in a corner, and he was busy on his phone.
"Hey...Hii." She said.
He had seen her coming, he got up of his seat and hugged her. "Hi to you too."
It was awkward but she remained cool about it.
They had their coffee...and chatted fot sometime.
"Isn't it awkward... meeting of ours." She said.
"What's awkward in it...I can't see anything." he replied.
"Like...we are basically strangers...you had seen me dancing and a week later we are sipping coffee together." She said.
"I have a better idea...from now on I will be watching all your performance, and take you out everytime." He chuckled.
"Hahaha...You rather not I am not that good dancer."
For the next 4-5 programmes of her, he had always played his card and took out for coffee.
This is a work of fiction.
Kasturi Dubey was the star of her college. She was bright... beautiful... gracious and full of life. She was 22 years of age but already reaching epitome of womanhood. She was studying English in Delhi University staying away from her parents, who were basically from a village but currently living in an small town. She was their only child and so the apple of their eyes. Her parents had a long battle for having their own child, and when after a miracle she happened their joy meant no boundaries. They were truly blessed to have a beautiful angel in their life.
Kasturi grew up and started doing collegeing in her hometown, but the town hadn't grew up yet. She had always been an eye catcher for the men across ages. The education as well was not upto the mark so her parents decided to move her out of that little lake of their's and let her have a quality life for herself. She was hostled in Delhi, where she grew up well and quiet open minded.
She completed her senior secondary and took admission in Delhi itself to study English, she had always been a great admirer of this language. In college as well she showed exemplary traits...taking parts in cultural fests...college representation and everything that showed up.
Kasturi had her mother's trait more. She was 5'8" tall...her complexion was very fair and her hair jet black medium in length. She had always been an advocate of great personality, and her regular workouts had shaped her well. Her measurements could give run for money to anyone beautiful, 34-26-36. Toned...and slender. And fleshy enough at right places. She could pull off any dress with equal grace...but when she used to wore a dress ending over her knees...it had surely made something hard for the guys.
The story kicks off, with a inter-college competition. She was as usual the representative of her college participating at a different location. After the program was over...She had been called upon by a middle aged man in his 40s...Rohan Duggal. She was skeptical about it, but thought it would be disrespectful and rude.
R.D was a businessman by profession. He was a divorcee and father of a son, who used to live with his mother. So he was all by himself, he was popular for his flamboyant nature, an average looking man but he dressed well.
"Hello Sir. I am Kasturi. I heard you called upon me, Is everything okay ?" She asked and offered her hand for a shake.
R.D was speechless seeing her this close, her presence was divine, he could smell his enchanting scent, that had made him forget he was standing in a public lobby.
"Aaarrhhmm" She tried breaking his concentration.
"Ohhh... Hi Kasturi. I had seen you dance today, you were absolutely ravishing. So I couldn't help myself but to comeover and congratulate you."
"Thats so sweet of you. Thank You." She replied, happily.
"Is there anything I can help you with ?"
"No Sir...I am all good. It was so good of you to stay back and wish me personally."
"Ohh thats Nothing. So if not anything else, if you are free on Sunday, we could go out and have Coffee ?"
"Aarrhmm, actually...I...I have...to..."
"You are such a terrible liar." R.D chuckled.
"Hahaha, Okay I will be there." She giggled.
The redness on her cheecks had made Duggal go even more mad about her.
They exchanged their numbers and She moved away leaving that lobby.
But Rohan's gaze was fixed on her full...fleshy... swaying hips.
On Sunday at 7:00PM he did called her and asked her to comeover to Starbucks.
She was secretly hoping that may be he had forgotten about it and won't call her, little did she knew about the intentions of R.D and now she had to go.
She put on her jeans and cold shoulder top matched with boots. She applied light make up and took her scooty.
It didn't took her long to get there, R.D was sitting in a corner, and he was busy on his phone.
"Hey...Hii." She said.
He had seen her coming, he got up of his seat and hugged her. "Hi to you too."
It was awkward but she remained cool about it.
They had their coffee...and chatted fot sometime.
"Isn't it awkward... meeting of ours." She said.
"What's awkward in it...I can't see anything." he replied.
"Like...we are basically strangers...you had seen me dancing and a week later we are sipping coffee together." She said.
"I have a better idea...from now on I will be watching all your performance, and take you out everytime." He chuckled.
"Hahaha...You rather not I am not that good dancer."
For the next 4-5 programmes of her, he had always played his card and took out for coffee.
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