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Wednesday nyt............
This is the nyt bro.....

Yeah I know Sad. But I am stuck into some professional issues. I will update on Sunday for sure. Sorry again

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They had not talked since morning. Of course, interruption in sex is difficult for any husband. On top of that, Ghosh babu’s fair expectation that at least in the morning Divya will ask for pardon was also not met. He was so pissed with Divya and was cursing her in his mind, “What Kind of wife is she? Didn’t even bother to say sorry? Let it be, what is stopping her to come and talk to me like a normal wife? 



“Sometimes I feel like slapping this drama queen. I treat her very nicely hence she is not respecting my emotions. Let it be, I won’t talk to her either.”


When he went to the kitchen, his tiffin was not ready. And he literally got irritated looking at Divya standing by the Kitchen rubbing her head. Ghosh babu himself prepared his tiffin and left for the office angrily. 


Although, he was not aware of what Divya was really going through. In fact, she herself was confused with the strange feeling and fear she was experiencing. And though not sure, their son Deepesh had suspicions about the possible reason.


“Mummy… if you are not feeling okay, I will not go to college,” The boy said in a worried tone. 


“Whatever… I… I don’t… You just leave me alone,” Divya flinged him off.


“Mummy please… don’t talk like that. I am really worried for you.” Deepesh’s eyes were full of water and he was on the verge of crying, “Shall I apply balm to your head?” he asked with innocence.


This but striked Divya, she felt sorry for the poor kid, but the next moment creases on her forehead appeared, “Nothing like that… you. Whats your name?”


I am Deepesh; mummy, You don’t remember my name?” Deepesh was shocked and frightened. This is much more serious than he had anticipated.


“Nah.. Deepesh.. Not like that,” Divya stammered while talking, “ It’s just I am having a severe headache.. Why don’t you go out and play? Anyways I am going to take nap.”


This answer didn’t convince Deepesh. On the other hand, the suspicion he had in his mind only got accentuated. 


“This is not happening just like that, someone is behind that. And my gut feeling is that I know who that “someone” is. I need to do something. Yes, only I can do something now.”

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Update on the way

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By tonight...

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Great going..

Biosys

Thanks bro.

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The small kid - Deepesh somehow gathered the courage. He has to. He went to the bedroom to check if his mother was well. Looking at Divya spread on the bed, with her displaced pallu and messed up hair, his stomach ached. His mother was not like this, never ever. Suddenly he got angry,  “Why does my innocent mom have to bear all this? Is this the destiny God has written for our family? Or .. or as I suspect, ‘he’ is behind all this?” His heartbeats increased, and he decided to proceed with the plan that was thriving in his mind.



He carefully bolted the bedroom door ensuring no-noise will be made and tiptoed down the ladders to get to the ground floor. It was against his innate nature; so Deepesh was feeling extreme fear but he was determined to relieve his dear mother from the strange suffering; at any cost. He stopped for a minute at the last step, observing at the door of the room that has been rented to Paresh. The door was a bit ajar and it took Deepesh a bit time to confirm he cannot be seen moving to the door from inside.


Very carefully he reached the door and from the slit he peeked inside.


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The room was empty.  But Paresh has not been out for sure; otherwise the door would have been locked. Deepesh was quietly observing with tension building with every passing moment. He could see a painting in work, a beautiful woman walking away! But there was much to be done, especially drawing the lower back portion and colour part.


But where were all the painting tools? And suddenly he saw the brushes arranged in a row on a strange cloth spread on the floor. Deepesh was utterly confused; he can ofcourse understand brushes need cleaning, but spreading it like this looked like madness.


And suddenly Paresh entered the view from a corner. So quickly he moved, holding two bowls in either arm. Deepesh backed away from the door, frightened, was he bare waist up? It seemed so. For one moment Deepesh felt like running away, but somehow he controlled the anxiety. He has to figure out if this Paresh is behind strange things happening to his mother. 


Carefully, he again fixed his eyes to see inside. But before seeing anything he got a strong odour from inside. “My god, does it smell like faeces? This bastard shits inside the room?” hesitantly, he opened his eyes and saw the most weird thing in his life!


Paresh was only on his undies.. His pale body was all bones and skin only. Both of his hands were carrying wounds as if pierced by countless needles; and when Deepesh looked  at those sunken eyes of Paresh, his legs literally started shaking. His eyes were all white! As if pupils had been washed out from his eyes.


He was chanting some strange mantras and in between dipping his fingers in the two bowls before him and waving it before the brushes (As if offering something to deity?) and then rubbing that dirty thing on his chest. In between he used to hiss loudly and bow next to the brushes with head touching the floor.


This was beyond belief for the poor kid. He started sweating like anything. With fright, his legs felt powerless and before he could understand he crashed on the door, opening the door and finally falling flat inside the room!


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Paresh literally jumped! 


But looking back at Deepesh, he was relieved. But it still took him some time to understand the situation, he is just a kid! Though, he still wanted to cover up the things quickly. Of course, he couldn’t afford anybody getting suspicious of his ambitious, dark plan. He reached for the shirt and wore it immediately. And pulled a chair between to cover up all the dark worship he was performing. 


Deepesh was all blank watching Paresh coming to him.


“Hey champ.. How come you are here?” Paresh was surprised to see this overshy boy himself coming to his place. Has he seen anything? He thought to himself.


Deepesh stood up with a gaze down, like a criminal.


“What happened? Do you want something?” As Paresh got close, the odour became unbearable to the point that Deepesh would be vomiting. 


Without thinking too much, he said, “Mom is not feeling well so…” While saying this, his face had become so bitter. 


“Oh.. Divya is not well, Common lets go and see.” Paresh moved with excitement.


“No uncle.. She has just asked for some medicine if you have,” somehow Deepesh managed to say, “ She is having just a bit of a headache.” Of course, he wanted to keep him away from his mother.


“Ok..” Paresh looked at Deepesh with suspicion. “Isn’t this boy possessive about his mother? Whenever I was around?” he thought. “Has he got a premonition of what I am trying to achieve?” 


A quirky smile appeared on his face. “I will give you a decoction (kadha). Ask your mother to drink it in one go.” She will be okay within a minute.  He turned and brought a bottle from a cupboard. Looking back at Deepesh with a fake smile, he moved. But near that chair, he stopped to bend there and did something that Deepesh was not able to see as his acts were covered by his body. 


As Deepesh gulped, he was handed with a glass.


He turned back and started walking stairs, cursing himself why he talked of mom’s health? But what else could he have explained? Almost getting caught spying on this dangerous man?


When he reached the door of his house, he peeked into the glass. It contained colourless liquid as clear as water. But it was not, this he was very much sure about. He was just about to empty that glass when Paresh called out from the ground floor, “Remember… Whole glass in one go.”


Deepesh smiled faintly, thanking that he didn’t get caught emptying that glass on the floor. He quickly ran to the kitchen basin and bumped into Divya!


“Easy boy…” she said to Deepesh who was all sweating and coincidently the glass went to her hand. Deepesh literally fell down with the excursion. Divya put both the glasses on the dining table, yes, she was in the kitchen to carry water for herself. And bent to pick up the boy. “I am okay… I am okay..” Deepesh said and stood up only to notice that the glass had been handed over to Divya and now there are two identical glasses on the dining table. Both “seems” to be containing water only.


“Mummy… just don’t drink anything,” he panicked.


“Why?” Divya was irritated.


“Please mummy… Just listen to me,” he cried helplessly.


“Ok, Ok.. Bring me another glass of water” she said.


“Deepesh picked up one glass and ran to bring her water. He emptied that glass in the basin and with a shivering hand he somehow opened the tap and that was not working!


He looked back to Divya helplessly, slowly falling on ground, all defeated. Divya, who was looking at her son, raised her eyebrows with frustration and put the other glass to her lips.

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Waiting brother 

Extremely sorry for the late :-( . I have just posted it.

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Can we expect update today brother ??

Will try today

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Thank you guys. I will post the update tomorrow.

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No update brother   Sad

Sorry bro. Still writing it

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Yeah I agree bro. Extremely sorry for this?

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Deepesh was checking on his mom for a third time since last hour and she looked absolutely fine. Not only that, she looked quite happy; is this the effect of the decoction that Paresh has given? Somehow Deepesh was not convinced; the man had created terribly bad vibes since the day he appeared at their door.


Deepesh was standing at the door of the kitchen, holding the curtain in hand and lost into his own thoughts. Divya passed by him humming a romantic song ‘aami jamini tumi sashi’ and playfully hit Deepesh's head.   


Deepesh was amazed, but at least relieved to some extent. 


“Shall I go down and play?” he asked his mother Divya.


“Why not sugar? But don’t go far away. I am making your favourite fish curry; will call you when it is done!”


“But I don’t like fish curry mummy..”


“You don’t? Oh my god.. Then who likes it?” She laughed foolishly, “Anyway… go and play champ,” she said as she stirred in the vessel on the stove and tasted the curry by pouring a little in her palm.


“Whatever,” Deepesh flicked off his shoulders and went down to play. 


With super joy and a bat in his hand which he was swinging like a sword, Deepesh walked down taking big jumps, stepping down two steps with a jump. 


“And the Victory… Hip hip..” His mouth remained open and he lost the words as he saw Paresh standing next to him. 


He wasn’t just standing. He had moved his drawing set up in the verandah. And was working there. 


“What happened champ? Is Mumma feeling fine now?” He asked while his hands made strokes on the portrait.


Not sure what to say, Deepesh just smiled and walked towards the empty ground. He just oversaw the image that Paresh was working on while he crossed him. That was approaching the conclusion, Deepesh thought. And it was true indeed, the ambitious painting of Paresh - ‘lady going in the jungle in search of something’ was almost to be finished and in time probably - the Basant Panchami was on the next day.


Deepesh walked some 20-25 metres and as he turned back, those two satanic eyes were still looking at him, with envy; with disregard. Deepesh chose to ignore the man. “What does this man think of himself? Not a good attitude. No wonder he is struggling for bread and butter despite being such a skilled painter,” He thought.


“You gave her the medicine, right?” Paresh poked the boy busy playing with the ball.


He simply nodded. His mind again trembled with suspicion.


“Are you sure?” Paresh’s hands stopped the work and his eyes got fixed on Deepesh as if he was accused; and then suddenly he burst into laughter.


 “I mean if so, I was expecting to notice her hustling and bustling by now. You have got a very lively mom boy,” he shook his head and smiled to himself.


The poor boy felt the blood boiling, but alas!.. he was not strong enough to answer the bastard. He ignored him.


“Oh here she is, You mummy will live longer,” Paresh grinned at Deepesh.


“Why the hell mummy came to the balcony?” The possessive boy felt a tweak at his heart as he saw Divya gracefully appear in the balcony, unaware of being watched, leisurely freeing her wet hairs from the turkish towel wrapped around.


Next, she bent and started drying her hairs by bending forward and sweeping her hairs with the towel.. That was a sight! A beauty like Divya conditioning her dense, long lustrous hair. 


“Oh my..” He muttered in ecstasy. 


She was in a lemon-coloured saree with a matching blouse accentuating her attractiveness. The rest, and probably the potion given by Paresh, has freshed her well and her face was glowing after having an afternoon shower. 


Of course, Deepesh wanted to ask her to go inside, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. His tongue was paralysed.


Divya went on and suddenly, with a strong flick of the towel, one of her earrings shooted towards Paresh, hit Paresh's chest, and landed before him. He picked it up and a wicked smile appeared on his face. He cleared his throat, grabbing Divya's attention.


"Hey Divya! Careful dear, " he showed her the ring.


Divya startled, as she did not anticipate anybody present around.  Looking at Paresh got butterflies in her stomach. A shy-nervous smile appeared on her face. It was then Divya checked her ears and found the left earring missing, she looked at Paresh with gratitude as he approached her standing just below the balcony. 


"Are you okay now?" Paresh asked, "Your son had come to me a few hours back asking for medicine."

" Oh... that was given by you? So nice of you! It brought me instant relief. I had been feeling terrible since last night," Divya said, making a bad face.


"I am obliged to help you Divya,” he smiled warmly.


Deepesh went mad seeing the chemistry build-up between the two. But he was even more hurt by Divya not noticing him.


Divya joined the hands and signalled Paresh to throw the ring at her. Parash tossed the ring but it didn't reach the grasp of Divya and she bent across the railing to get hold of it. 


What this action led to, has been the dream of every kinky man on earth. Divya’s pallu slipped and was now hung half-way down the balcony and her beautiful bosoms got exposed in the most inappropriate way.  The deep-clevage formed from her tightly stitched low cut blouse looked like a valley of femininity and her mangalsutra was hanging next to her bulged chest like a pendulum.


Paresh felt his cock coming to life in his pants. He licked his dry lips as he enjoyed the view religiously.  


“Oh sorry.. Missed it. Through it one more time,” Divya said, still unaware of her position. But Paresh was already lost, with jaw dropped.


The weird expression on Paresh’s face alerted her, and she felt embarrassment for that pallu-drop. She stood up straight and with one hand she covered the cleavage area while with the other hand she pulled the pallu.


Paresh picked up the ring and quickly whirled it again at Divya. This time ‘ensuring’ that it won’t reach her definitely. He had learned the trick. And Divya got stumped again, trying to grab it unsuccessfully and putting those beautiful globes again on exhibition. 


“You are so beautiful Divya!” Paresh said looking straight into her eyes as she struggled to maintain her saree. His praise only accentuated the redness of her face. She stood there clueless.


“Shall I come up with this?” Paresh asked with the gesture. And Divya nodded with a faint, hesitant smile. Turned back and disappeared into home.


Paresh literally rushed to climb the stairs, carrying the ring in his hand, now he had also forgotten Deepesh’ presence.


Deepesh’s heart was throbbing and he stepped slowly towards his home, as he heard Paresh Footsteps at the stairs. As he walked, he oversaw the painting and now, strangely, he felt the similarity with the lady in the painting and his beautiful mom. He started breathing heavily and silently taking steps anticipating what he would get to see there.

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In the middle of the hall were standing Paresh and Divya. As Paresh poured the ring in her her hand, she painted a smile on her face but couldn’t mask her unease. The strange blend of attraction and awkwardness; for the reason on Paresh knew well. 


“Wait.. I will bring tea for you,” as tension became unbearable for her, she figured out a way to dismiss.

He madly looked at her full, lustrous body. She had typical Bengali, motherly figure. Her waist & stomach, well toned for her age, and full but shapely mounds were radiating sensuality through that graceful, sexy saree. His hand scratched the hardon over his pants. 

Paresh followed her up to Kitchen door. As she was busy making tea, he devoured her look from behind. Her long lustrous hair were covering most of her back, and was perfectly in contrast with her fair back. 

“So… Did you know your husband is like this before marrying him?” Paresh poked.

Without turning back to Paresh, she asked in hesitation, “Like this? What do you mean by that?”

“I mean. He might be good husband in a traditional way, and any woman should be happy to have husband like him, but you are not ‘any woman’, isn’t it?”

Divya preferred not to answer and poured milk in the tea silently.

“I just wanted to say, you are special. And I am not only talking about your unearthly beauty, Divya.. You have heart of gold, and you are so curious about things around, your likes for art. When you are doing something like this, the glitter in your eyes only adds to your lustrous appearance.”

“How much sugar? One spoon?” Her voice has become shaky.

Paresh just moved away from there, without answering. He was observing the interior and arrangement of the hall. Needless to say, that was a splendid work of Divya, which Paresh couldn’t appreciate enough. There was a free space at the middle of the wall, which Paresh thought will be ideal to hung his painting which was on verge of completion, of course he knew that the senseless, money hungry, human-robot Ghosh babu won’t do that. And definitely not, if Paresh’s plan is successful.

“Here’s the tea,” Divya offered the tea faking a smile, a big turmoil was going on in her mind.

Their hands brushed when Paresh accepted the tea. “Are you not having it?” He asked Divya who was lost in her own thoughts.

“Huh? No.. I don’t..” 

“Let’s share this one,” without letting her complete,Paresh poured half of the cup in the saucer and offered her the cup. She couldn’t say no.

“Divya, you should have married an artist,”  Paresh continued as both were enjoying the tea, “I might sound harsh, but narrow-minded, too much practical man like Ghosh babu doesn’t deserve beautiful, sensual and artistic woman like you.”

Divya again started to feel strangeness and headache that she had got relief from just for few hours. 

“Are you okay?”, his palm touched Divya’s soft, healthy naked arm, and she looked at him with shock. Something sparkled in her mind.

“Divya.. are you okay?” He shook her gently by both of her arms.

Something strange was in his touch.. and Divya sensed her feelings for this malnourished, almost broke, but a talented artist becoming overwhelming. She shrugged the shoulders to get away his hands that were probably disturbing her and turn the face in fear that Paresh will anticipate her mind.

 “What about your painting Paresh? When it will be done?” Her voice had become hoarse.

“It’s concluding. Tonight at any moment after 12:00 AM, it will live up to the purpose for which it was created,” Paresh said with cold voice, darkness was lurking through his words.

“After 12:00 AM in the night? Is anybody coming for possession of the painting this late?” She was confused.

“Not anybody, someone special,” he licked lips. Her back was still at him and he could see her glittering soft back through her backless blouse and her hips were looking so inviting in that perfectly wore yellow saree.

“Oh.. Can’t you trade this painting the day after tomorrow? I really wanted to see that.” Divya said suddenly turning back in excitement and noticed that Paresh was staring at her bums.

When their eyes met, both kept mum.

“That situation won’t arise, Divya,” said Paresh confidently.

“Means?”

“Basant Panchami will begun from 12:00 AM tonight, right? Then everything will fall in place,” Paresh smiled mysteriously.

Looking at Divya’s confused face, Paresh diverted the talk, “By the way, you should not be that excited about the painting right? You have already got near to perfect copy of the painting that I had tore off.” 

“Oh that one,” Divya turned to table and take out the carefully rolled painting from the drawer.. She cleared clutter out of the table and spread it on it. Meanwhile, Paresh has reached her, standing just behind her, so close that he can smell her aroma.

“What made you bring this here?” He hissed near her ear.

“I don’t know,” Divya didn’t thought much and concentrated on that picture.

“What if I tell you that you are the inspiration for my painting? This torn one as well as the one that I am about to complete?” Paresh asked very calmly.

Divya looked back with shock. Her eyes became big with disbelief. Paresh just looked in her eyes, and nodded in affirmation. He signalled her to look at the painting spread next to her carefully.

Divya’s breathing become heavy as she started to notice the similarity between her and the lady in the painting. Her shivering hand rolled over the painting in amazement when Paresh whispered, “Yes Divya. I love you so much. I am just obsessed with you for what a wonderful woman you are.” His hands slithered by her waist to hold her softly. 

“You just can’t imagine how much I have struggled to get you Divya. Please accept the proposal from this poor, sensitive artist. You are not destined for living with man like your hubby, dear. You deserve better, You deserve ME,” Saying this, his arm tighten around her and he pieced his face in her long hair and smelled it to full his lungs.

“Wh.. wha.… what are you doing… this is sin..” she panicked, still not able to get courage to get him off.

“Here, in this bullshit society? Yes Divya, ” He turned her to face him and held her pretty chicks in his palms and uttered, “I am going to take you far away from all this. So far that nobody can reach us”.

And he kissed her cherry red, perfectly pouted lips!

Her hand stiffened and jerked in the air, in primal fear and helplessness. She felt his aggression, with the kiss turning into deep smooch and she can taste him as their salivas combined. 

Her denial was too minor to stop him, was she really willing to get him off was the question.

Deepesh, who has by now reached the house, was standing at door, seeing his fears turning out to be true. His throat felt chocked as drops of sweat started trailing down his forehead.

Paresh feasted on her, while maintaining the lip-lock, he started caressing his dream woman. His fingers pierced into the softness of her swinging bums that kept him aroused all the time, her waist fold got pinched lovingly, her hair got combed with his long skinny fingers before taking her pallu off.

Deepesh was deeply destroyed, seeing his sweet mother’s pride getting looted next to him. As Divya’s motherly breasts caught the attention of excited Paresh, who was pressing those to best of his ability, he finally broke the kiss.

“Haaahh .. Haaaah..” Divya stepped back a feet to stumble across the table, trying hard to maintain her breath. She was red in shame but, she hardly got any time to act. At very next moment, Paresh attacked her breasts with itchy hands and hungry mouth.

“Paresh.. aaaah… enough… This is sooooo wrong…” all she could say as Paresh was smooching and slurping all over her cleavage while his hands massaged her volumptous mammeries. Paresh’s couldn’t crush enough of those large, soft globes to his heart’s content; but he was in damn hurry, was very excited. His hands moved to areolas, stimulating her areola over blouse with his finger tips. Deepesh looked down with full of shame as he noticed her areola and the nipples protruding to become noticeable over the sexy yellow blouse she was carrying. 

Divya was just gasping with open mouth, with her eyes closed. Sexy expressions were emerging on her tensed face. She was literally aroused by Paresh playing at her weak points, her sensitive breasts - especially nipples and areola.

And Paresh started to undo her blouse.

“Paresh no,” Somehow she got out of the transe and opposed his hands.

Paresh tried again, but she looked determined to let not open the blouse. He picked her up and made her sit on the table she was standing by, right on the old painting. Her back was touching the wall and her legs were hanging down in air. 

He handcuffed her over her own head by one of his hand and with free hand he started taking her saree up. her shapely legs and plump, milky white thighs got revealed which Paresh started to caress. 

“Paresh Please,” She wanted to say this but he smooched her again.

His hand massaged her thighs so sensually that, her legs started jerking in between. His hand advanced further, inside her saree and he started to pulling out her panty. 

Divya had become very weak by then and she looked fully submitted as Paresh’s tongue was diving into her open, gasping mouth and wet sloppy kisses were going on.

Deepesh who was spell-bounded till now, noticed her yellow coloured designer panty (which was probably matching with her saree), getting down upto her thighs. It was high time for him. Otherwise corruption of his pious mother was inevitable. And by gathering all the courage, he yelled,

“Mummyyy……”

And that brought the mating pair on ground. Startled Paresh looked back towards Deepesh, and this gap was ample for Divya to catch up with breath and she wore the panty back and stood on the ground. She literally pushed Paresh.

“Get lost Paresh…”

“Divya? You?”

“Just shut up. And get out.” She was not even looking at his face, “I don’t want to talk with you.” 

“If you are not interested in me, why you were cooking fish curry, Divya? Don’t you find it strange how you end up cooking something that I like?” Paresh said out of frustration. 

The ego-hurted man looked once at Deepesh and once at Divya and walked towards the door. 

“You will yourself walk to me soon. And this is my promise.” Paresh said to Divya who was making her saree, and left for his house.

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Thank you abcturbine, Hottyhard and Nobita. Posting the next update ASAP.

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Buddy, you have magical writing skills, had been the updates more frequent..!

Biosys

Thank you Biosys. Happy to hear from you :-) 
I also wish I could get freedom to write daily... But anyway. I will post next update by Saturday night most likely.

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really interesting story combining the hidden elements of magic and sex desires.
Read it just today and I should complement the writer's abilities in bringing out a very vivid imagination, and writing with skill. All the best going forward.

Thanks for the comment bro  :)

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Definitely one update by EOD bro.

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Damn sorry @nobita and Hottyhard. Was caught into something else. Writing it (and finishing it) today only.

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Updates coming soon. Please stay connected to read the climax. 

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Paresh went furious. His erection had vanished as he stepped down from Ghosh babu’s house. He picked up the painting setup from the verandah and entered his room. It took him some time to calm down. And suddenly he started laughing as he realised the futility of reacting to Divya's denial. That resistance was not from inside, he surely felt that. It was evident how she was falling for him and eventually she was going to be his only.



The wall clock alarmed 6:00 pm with a haunting melody and he looked outside to see the sun was setting and night was about to take charge. 
He impatiently moved, picked up brush and started to give finishing touches to the painting. 


His hands moved, like a master painter, which he definitely was. Totally sucked into his artistic endeavour, he didn’t even realise Bose family’s property had been eclipsed by the clouds of darkness. That being a Shukla Paksha Chaturthi night, there was scarcity of fresh moonlight. But astonishingly, that faint moonlight was poured on that painting through the big window to the side. As if some supernatural power was helping Paresh to finish his work. 


And Paresh’s breaths became heavy, as he put a small mole on the right shoulder of the lady in the painting. Yes! the alter-ego of Divya should be as resemblant as possible; and he has made note of the mole in mind when he was romancing her in the evening.


Paresh gulped! The brush fell out of his hand as he stepped back, finding it hard to believe that he achieved what he strived for. A cold breeze passed across the room. And for a fraction of second, he felt the leaves in the beautiful flora painted in the background flattered, so did the saree fabric of the woman. 


“Is it a hallucination?” he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But that doubt didn’t last longer. The next moment dews accumulated on the grass and plant leaves glittered in that mild moonlight. He collapsed and slithered back till his back hit the wall, breathing heavily, and let out a joyful laugh.
He hurriedly picked up the brushes and cleaned them well. Then he carried a wooden box from the drawer and took out a jet-black piece of cloth and laid it beside the completed painting. He carefully arranged the cleaned brushes on that cloth. The final ritual had begun! 


He gulped as he picked up the needle! Memory is definitely a curse for humans in situations like this. But he had made up his mind; that anyway was going to be the last time. And with clenched teeth, he pierced the needle into his already wounded and sunken bicep and literally squeezed out a stream of the blood into the bowl. As enough was collected in the bowl, he carefully put it on the ground and threw away that needle to the corner. Paresh stood up, sucking on the fresh wound to stop the blood loss, and his pants got down. Yellowish, smelly discharge started falling and mixing with the blood in the bowl as he urinated. 


Next task was even more painful, to get facets in the bowl. Courtesy of his unhealthy habits, he had been facing severe constipation. As he carefully descended over the bowl, positioning his anus exactly over the bowl. His shivering hands covered his timid face as he forced defecation. 


“Aaaa h.. huh.. huh..huhh.. aaah aaaaaahhh…”, He cried as a pellet of hardened stool passed through his rectum, scratching against the skin, and fell into the bowl. And tears wetted his palms in the response of the felt pain.


 
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Deepesh was sitting at the dining table, silent, more than he ever was, soaked in all the weird thoughts. Shocking frames of what he saw Paresh doing to his beloved mother were playing before his eyes like a film. 

Like every possessive son, he felt very angry and equally helpless. Though he had smelled Paresh’s intentions and had a clue about where all this was going at a subconscious level, when it actually happened right in front of him, in his house itself, he panicked.

“How come she didn’t slap him?” This thought of a distressed son was troubling him more than Paresh’s actions. 

Divya was standing in the kitchen, confused, ashamed about what happened and especially for her son seeing all this. How did she get carried away? Had her ‘NO’ been a firm stance? Had her hands really wanted to push him off when he became physical? Disturbing questions were stacking up her mind. Unfortunately, answers to all these questions were disappointing. 

She poured the fish curry in the bowl and put it next to Deepesh, without talking a word or making eye contact with him.

Deepesh kept looking at the bowl as his breaths became heavy. 

Why did you make my favourite fish curry then? Paresh’s taunt when he left, kept echoing in Deepesh’s ear. And the next moment, he swept away the bowl in anger and curry went splashing on the dining table. 

“Deepesh…” Divya cried out. But she was startled when she saw burning anger in those innocent eyes. Tears started rolling on his chicks and it became unbearable for Divya cause she knew the reason behind this. 

She ran to the bedroom, closing the door hard on her back and threw herself on her marital bed. All shame, sorrow and regret flowed through her eyes wetting the pillow. 

The atmosphere had already been contaminated, with fear, with distrust, and with an unresolved desire!