Romance The End of Restless Sleep- By Pinuram

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Nilanjana Madam continued, “After he recovered fully, he went back to his old lifestyle,

drinking most of the evenings with his colleagues. Days passed; his real nature came out
of the sheepskin he wore all time. He had a high libido and always was looking for
female flesh. He had several females to satisfy his carnal hunger. I even saw some
manager’s wife in his bed.”

I was anxiously listening to her. I did not know all these all my life. I knew that my dad
used to drink but his real nature was getting unfurled before me.

“I knew that he used to observe my curvaceous figure stealthily but he never made any
direct advance. I could see in her eyes that he was gazing at me and I felt awkward at
first but gradually it became a routine. At least he did not make any lewd passes. May
be his conscience was restraining him to do so, after all, I brought him back by my
nursing.”

“After joining his work, I lost most of my precious life. Yes, I could go and meet my
parents but my boyfriend left me. That person did not give me a chance to make my
point. Mr. Ghosh was so reputed in his actions that my boyfriend thought that I was also
one of his tramp. He went to my parents and told about the nature of Mr. Ghosh and he
made up story of a relation between us, which was not there.”

Nilanjana’ Madam’s eyes swelled up in tears, “I still remember that day. It was few days
before Diwali, I wanted to goto Kali Mandir at Hirapur to offer puja and to meet my
boyfriend. Mr. Ghosh dropped me in his car. After dropping, he just touched my hand
and said, be careful there will be too much crowd there and don’t forget to return
before nightfall. For the first time, Mr. Ghosh showed such compassion towards me. I
saw my boyfriend standing at a distance watching us. I looked at him and then at Mr.
Ghosh. I smiled and nodded at him and assured that I would return before nightfall.

That smile made my boyfriend think that I was Mr. Ghosh’s muse and he just broke off
our two-year long relation. May be there was no love as devotion and faith is another
name of love.”

I looked at her, she was sobbing yet she sported a beautiful smile on her thin lips. I
nodded at her, yes devotion and faith is another name of love. Who else can know that
better that I.