04-05-2019, 12:06 PM
THE SECOND CHILD
PART2
It dawned on Antara. Her face flushed red as she anticipated the arrival of the person, who ruined her entire life. In no time, a slightly aged man, about 5' 3" tall, with a stocky figure and slight pot belly entered. He was much darker in complexion than even Vivek and his greying beard contrasted his complexion. He wore a traditional Pathani and a typical beard that '.s have. Antara's lips parted and she lowered her eyes after they locked their eyes. The man ambled casually towards Antara without paying much attention to Vivek - admiring the stunning beauty of Antara Devi. His white teeth showed as he parted his dark lips to greet both of them with a smile. Vivek couldn't help it anymore and pounced on him and grabbed his collar, threatening him, "How dare you?"
"Vivek!" yelled Antara at once realizing that it could quickly get out of hand if she didn't intervene. Her obedient husband, who would always obey her, refused to obey.
"Vivek, let go of him," she yelled at him again. She moved to the front of her mahogany desk. The man was unconcerned about her agitated husband and instead focused on his beautiful wife. He noticed that she was a lot taller than him but then realized she was wearing sandals that had medium sized heels. Regardless of that, she must have been two-to-three inches taller than him. Compared to her younger self, she had put on a little weight but by no means she was overweight or had any folds on her stomach. Her bust size had grown significantly - now that she was a mother of a ten year old. Her pouted lips were pinkish as usual. An imported black framed, anti-glare glasses couldn't shield her dark black, oval eyes. He noticed that her unusually long hair was not loose anymore but tied into a knot behind her head. Her beauty could break Vishwamitra's resolve, he thought. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before Antara lowered her eyes and asked Vivek to leave her office. Vivek mumbled something but a stern look of hers reminded him that she meant it. She asked her assistant to not disturb her while she was talking to this gentleman.
Vivek angrily paced up and down outside in the aisle wondering what the two were up to. The visions of his so-called honeymoon had haunted him forever and this person's presence only refueled Vivek's anger; yet he couldn't recollect his name. After exchanging preliminaries, Antara Devi got into her mold and with a stern look on her face, she looked into his eyes. The silence was uncomfortable for both of them. Images of her past quickly flashed by as she stood there completely detached from her current situation. Not wasting much time, she broke the silence, "Why are you here?"
"I missed you," he replied calmly.
"It took 8 years to locate you and another 3 to make up my mind," he added.
"Didn't realize how quickly she has grown," he said with a nervous smile referring to Ayesha.
"She is of no consequence to you," was her stern response.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I missed both of you."
She saw no point in refuting his claim that it was his seed that germinated in her womb and transformed into this cute little ten year old girl. However, that never meant he was father for Ayesha. Antara's puzzled look urged him to elaborate.
"I am not getting any younger and long to spend rest of my life watching my daughter grow."
He was 49 to be precise - Antara never forgot anything about him. He was just short of twice her age when they met for the first time.
"No one needs to know," he assured her.
"All I ask is an opportunity to be close to both of you..." his words trailed.
"And," he added after a little thought, "a little quality time with you."
"Privately," he emphasized.
Antara stood their with her arms crossed and admired his audacity. He had the courage to face her after ruining her life and make such a despicable demand in her very own kingdom. She was leaning against her desk, very lightly. Her Saree Pallu covered her large bosom but exposed her slender waist. She wore her Saree a little lower and that perhaps was the only unconventional aspect of her dressing. The man admired her milky white waist that must have carried his daughter for nine months; her large bosom that nursed his daughter and her whole body that once he had for himself.
"You realize that you could be dead in a few moments and no one would ever know?" she said calmly, although her inner agitation was evident to the stranger.
"I do," he quickly responded.
"Yet, here I am," he said stepping forward. He was a few feet away from this heavenly beauty. She now rested herself on the desk, perhaps realizing that the conversation might be longer than expected. It brought her eyes on level with his and for a moment she wondered if she was dropping her guard.
"I couldn't resist your beauty?" he made a rhetorical statement.
"Even when it meant risking my life," he added.
"You are certainly on your way to hell," was her dry response.
"I might as well enjoy the prelude to death," he confidently exclaimed stepping closer to her. He was closer to her than any stranger had ever been. She noticed his face for the first time as he moved towards her. He had changed in the past eleven years; had certainly put on weight and looked much older. His chin had several folds of fat; his beard and eyebrows were graying. His seductive smile hadn't betrayed him, though. His lips were much darker and almost black now. His tanned skin indicated that he still enjoyed a very active life. As she looked at him, the thoughts of taking a lover came back. She knew he was well endowed and a skilled lover. It wouldn't be long before her belly would swell again if she accepted his proposal. She wondered, for a brief moment, if he still had it in him. After all, it had been several years ago and now he was much older. She didn't take much time to convince herself about his virility, especially when he himself walked into Lions den.
"Have you ever studied entomology?" he asked breaking her thoughts. Antara was a biology graduate but she didn't study much on that topic. Confused with his sudden question, she didn't know how to respond.
"You see," he started.
"Spiders have an amazing *sexual* ritual," he said emphasizing the word sexual.
"Male spiders offer food to attract the females."
"Females are much larger and can't distinguish between their mates and food," he giggled.
"Females accept the food and while they are devouring, males take their chances to mate with them."
"If the male doesn't finish in time, he could become her fodder."
"My situation is no different."
"The difference though," he added, "is that spiders are ugly but you are an incredibly beautiful woman in her prime and..." his voice mellowed looking for a response from Antara.
"Spiders are dumb and you are an intelligent woman," he whispered. He had stepped closer to Antara Devi in the process and was not more than four feet away from her.
"A spider can't comprehend what she is sacrificing over a morsel of food!"
"You can," he said in a low voice. Antara realized that he was back to his sweet talk and recalled how he had seduced her earlier. She was in a dilemma. Was it the eleven year itch that was helping her to fall in his trap?
"It is gratifying to execute the person who ruined your life!"
"An intelligent, mature woman, however," he said pausing briefly, "knows that real pleasure is never instant!"
"You are out of your mind," smirked Antara as she tried to get up from her desk. He suddenly stepped forward and stood intimately close to her - only her husband and daughter had been so close to her in the last eleven years. She could smell his breath as he angrily shot at her, "Indeed!"
"Couldn't dream of mounting a gorgeous lady, otherwise," he seethed putting his left hand on the table to the right of Antara as she tried to sneak away.
"Certainly can't dream of putting another one in this," he whispered as he grabbed her waist with his right hand, stopping her escaping from the other side. He held her tight as a dog would hold his bitch in place while it finds the sweet spot! She realized her folly of letting things slip too far. She was trapped on her desk with this virile old man practically hugging her. Antara leaned back to keep her lips away from his, which were perilously close to hers. His demeanor annoyed her and for a moment Antara Devi mustered courage and raised her right hand to swiftly slap him. He, however, was quick to anticipate her move and grabbed her hand before it hit him.
(To Be Continued)
PART2
It dawned on Antara. Her face flushed red as she anticipated the arrival of the person, who ruined her entire life. In no time, a slightly aged man, about 5' 3" tall, with a stocky figure and slight pot belly entered. He was much darker in complexion than even Vivek and his greying beard contrasted his complexion. He wore a traditional Pathani and a typical beard that '.s have. Antara's lips parted and she lowered her eyes after they locked their eyes. The man ambled casually towards Antara without paying much attention to Vivek - admiring the stunning beauty of Antara Devi. His white teeth showed as he parted his dark lips to greet both of them with a smile. Vivek couldn't help it anymore and pounced on him and grabbed his collar, threatening him, "How dare you?"
"Vivek!" yelled Antara at once realizing that it could quickly get out of hand if she didn't intervene. Her obedient husband, who would always obey her, refused to obey.
"Vivek, let go of him," she yelled at him again. She moved to the front of her mahogany desk. The man was unconcerned about her agitated husband and instead focused on his beautiful wife. He noticed that she was a lot taller than him but then realized she was wearing sandals that had medium sized heels. Regardless of that, she must have been two-to-three inches taller than him. Compared to her younger self, she had put on a little weight but by no means she was overweight or had any folds on her stomach. Her bust size had grown significantly - now that she was a mother of a ten year old. Her pouted lips were pinkish as usual. An imported black framed, anti-glare glasses couldn't shield her dark black, oval eyes. He noticed that her unusually long hair was not loose anymore but tied into a knot behind her head. Her beauty could break Vishwamitra's resolve, he thought. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before Antara lowered her eyes and asked Vivek to leave her office. Vivek mumbled something but a stern look of hers reminded him that she meant it. She asked her assistant to not disturb her while she was talking to this gentleman.
Vivek angrily paced up and down outside in the aisle wondering what the two were up to. The visions of his so-called honeymoon had haunted him forever and this person's presence only refueled Vivek's anger; yet he couldn't recollect his name. After exchanging preliminaries, Antara Devi got into her mold and with a stern look on her face, she looked into his eyes. The silence was uncomfortable for both of them. Images of her past quickly flashed by as she stood there completely detached from her current situation. Not wasting much time, she broke the silence, "Why are you here?"
"I missed you," he replied calmly.
"It took 8 years to locate you and another 3 to make up my mind," he added.
"Didn't realize how quickly she has grown," he said with a nervous smile referring to Ayesha.
"She is of no consequence to you," was her stern response.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I missed both of you."
She saw no point in refuting his claim that it was his seed that germinated in her womb and transformed into this cute little ten year old girl. However, that never meant he was father for Ayesha. Antara's puzzled look urged him to elaborate.
"I am not getting any younger and long to spend rest of my life watching my daughter grow."
He was 49 to be precise - Antara never forgot anything about him. He was just short of twice her age when they met for the first time.
"No one needs to know," he assured her.
"All I ask is an opportunity to be close to both of you..." his words trailed.
"And," he added after a little thought, "a little quality time with you."
"Privately," he emphasized.
Antara stood their with her arms crossed and admired his audacity. He had the courage to face her after ruining her life and make such a despicable demand in her very own kingdom. She was leaning against her desk, very lightly. Her Saree Pallu covered her large bosom but exposed her slender waist. She wore her Saree a little lower and that perhaps was the only unconventional aspect of her dressing. The man admired her milky white waist that must have carried his daughter for nine months; her large bosom that nursed his daughter and her whole body that once he had for himself.
"You realize that you could be dead in a few moments and no one would ever know?" she said calmly, although her inner agitation was evident to the stranger.
"I do," he quickly responded.
"Yet, here I am," he said stepping forward. He was a few feet away from this heavenly beauty. She now rested herself on the desk, perhaps realizing that the conversation might be longer than expected. It brought her eyes on level with his and for a moment she wondered if she was dropping her guard.
"I couldn't resist your beauty?" he made a rhetorical statement.
"Even when it meant risking my life," he added.
"You are certainly on your way to hell," was her dry response.
"I might as well enjoy the prelude to death," he confidently exclaimed stepping closer to her. He was closer to her than any stranger had ever been. She noticed his face for the first time as he moved towards her. He had changed in the past eleven years; had certainly put on weight and looked much older. His chin had several folds of fat; his beard and eyebrows were graying. His seductive smile hadn't betrayed him, though. His lips were much darker and almost black now. His tanned skin indicated that he still enjoyed a very active life. As she looked at him, the thoughts of taking a lover came back. She knew he was well endowed and a skilled lover. It wouldn't be long before her belly would swell again if she accepted his proposal. She wondered, for a brief moment, if he still had it in him. After all, it had been several years ago and now he was much older. She didn't take much time to convince herself about his virility, especially when he himself walked into Lions den.
"Have you ever studied entomology?" he asked breaking her thoughts. Antara was a biology graduate but she didn't study much on that topic. Confused with his sudden question, she didn't know how to respond.
"You see," he started.
"Spiders have an amazing *sexual* ritual," he said emphasizing the word sexual.
"Male spiders offer food to attract the females."
"Females are much larger and can't distinguish between their mates and food," he giggled.
"Females accept the food and while they are devouring, males take their chances to mate with them."
"If the male doesn't finish in time, he could become her fodder."
"My situation is no different."
"The difference though," he added, "is that spiders are ugly but you are an incredibly beautiful woman in her prime and..." his voice mellowed looking for a response from Antara.
"Spiders are dumb and you are an intelligent woman," he whispered. He had stepped closer to Antara Devi in the process and was not more than four feet away from her.
"A spider can't comprehend what she is sacrificing over a morsel of food!"
"You can," he said in a low voice. Antara realized that he was back to his sweet talk and recalled how he had seduced her earlier. She was in a dilemma. Was it the eleven year itch that was helping her to fall in his trap?
"It is gratifying to execute the person who ruined your life!"
"An intelligent, mature woman, however," he said pausing briefly, "knows that real pleasure is never instant!"
"You are out of your mind," smirked Antara as she tried to get up from her desk. He suddenly stepped forward and stood intimately close to her - only her husband and daughter had been so close to her in the last eleven years. She could smell his breath as he angrily shot at her, "Indeed!"
"Couldn't dream of mounting a gorgeous lady, otherwise," he seethed putting his left hand on the table to the right of Antara as she tried to sneak away.
"Certainly can't dream of putting another one in this," he whispered as he grabbed her waist with his right hand, stopping her escaping from the other side. He held her tight as a dog would hold his bitch in place while it finds the sweet spot! She realized her folly of letting things slip too far. She was trapped on her desk with this virile old man practically hugging her. Antara leaned back to keep her lips away from his, which were perilously close to hers. His demeanor annoyed her and for a moment Antara Devi mustered courage and raised her right hand to swiftly slap him. He, however, was quick to anticipate her move and grabbed her hand before it hit him.
(To Be Continued)
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