16-02-2025, 10:36 PM
The scene in the veranda of the temple was like anything that you would typically expect, mostly the elderly people and women were sitting, consuming the pravachana. There was a fairly good arrangement with clean, proper mattresses and excellent music, and lighting system. Many rich merchants in the neighbourhood were devotees of the deity, so it didn’t take a lot of effort to raise the money for the programme.
Seth Harilal arrived hurriedly, bowed to the stage and mandir and sat. He had deliberately chosen the empty space at one corner, a bit away from the limelight. Any time he needed to escape, with a short notice, and that too without getting to anyone’s attention.
The Acharya ji was a great orator, he got everybody engaged with his story with the perfect use of allegory and analogies. While he explained some emotional prose from Mahabharata, women had to put pallu to their leaking eyes.
Children, as always, were busy playing, making noise and running here and there. Raghu was no exception, although he behaved immature even for his age, boys used to love him. He ran crazily, another boy running behind him to catch him. And in an attempt to look the follower over his shoulder, he bumped into Sethji.
Sethji cried out in pain.
The naive Raghu didn’t even wait to see Sethji’s reaction and ran away.
“Asshole”, Sethji hissed, “This boy always troubles me one way or another.”
He acted listening to the pravachana with the joined hands, but his eyes were constantly searching for Lakshmi.
His eyes whired on the ladies every other minute, finding for his darling. Suddenly she appeared! She was looking so marvelous. With that cream coloured silk saree with delicate embroidery all over it and red border, her unheavenly beauty accentuated even further. Her mangalsutra, which has only recently been elongated, with 30 gms more gold - patronised by Sethji only, was proudly dangling on her heavy chest. Definitely so much grooming for pravachana was unneeded. But then she had also taken a pallu on her head, didn’t that make her the pious lady? Her face was glittering like the moon, full of happiness and excitement. She came and directly seat near janardan's wife
“Damn… Why has she sat in such a crowd?” Sethji thought, “How is she going to escape?”
While everybody was busy into pravachan Sethji was lost in his own thoughts. He was painting dreams of how he will enjoy Laxmi today. He was to undress her delicately and leisurely, as if plucking flower petals. His mind was jittering on thoughts of how he wanted to love and enjoy her beautiful body, how he was going to lick every inch of her body before tasting her juicy lips, how she would shiver when he would lie over her naked, delicate body. And her erotic moans as he started fucking her..my god.
And suddenly people started clapping and clueless Sethji also joined them. He did not want to look alien in the crowd but he was irritated as hell. He did not want to stand there for a minute. He looked at Lakshmi but she has yet to anticipate him.
And then suddenly their eyes met.
Seth Harilal arrived hurriedly, bowed to the stage and mandir and sat. He had deliberately chosen the empty space at one corner, a bit away from the limelight. Any time he needed to escape, with a short notice, and that too without getting to anyone’s attention.
The Acharya ji was a great orator, he got everybody engaged with his story with the perfect use of allegory and analogies. While he explained some emotional prose from Mahabharata, women had to put pallu to their leaking eyes.
Children, as always, were busy playing, making noise and running here and there. Raghu was no exception, although he behaved immature even for his age, boys used to love him. He ran crazily, another boy running behind him to catch him. And in an attempt to look the follower over his shoulder, he bumped into Sethji.
Sethji cried out in pain.
The naive Raghu didn’t even wait to see Sethji’s reaction and ran away.
“Asshole”, Sethji hissed, “This boy always troubles me one way or another.”
He acted listening to the pravachana with the joined hands, but his eyes were constantly searching for Lakshmi.
His eyes whired on the ladies every other minute, finding for his darling. Suddenly she appeared! She was looking so marvelous. With that cream coloured silk saree with delicate embroidery all over it and red border, her unheavenly beauty accentuated even further. Her mangalsutra, which has only recently been elongated, with 30 gms more gold - patronised by Sethji only, was proudly dangling on her heavy chest. Definitely so much grooming for pravachana was unneeded. But then she had also taken a pallu on her head, didn’t that make her the pious lady? Her face was glittering like the moon, full of happiness and excitement. She came and directly seat near janardan's wife
“Damn… Why has she sat in such a crowd?” Sethji thought, “How is she going to escape?”
While everybody was busy into pravachan Sethji was lost in his own thoughts. He was painting dreams of how he will enjoy Laxmi today. He was to undress her delicately and leisurely, as if plucking flower petals. His mind was jittering on thoughts of how he wanted to love and enjoy her beautiful body, how he was going to lick every inch of her body before tasting her juicy lips, how she would shiver when he would lie over her naked, delicate body. And her erotic moans as he started fucking her..my god.
And suddenly people started clapping and clueless Sethji also joined them. He did not want to look alien in the crowd but he was irritated as hell. He did not want to stand there for a minute. He looked at Lakshmi but she has yet to anticipate him.
And then suddenly their eyes met.
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