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16 February, 2010
Just Another Love Story? Part-3
(Please read Just another Love Story- Part 1 & 2, prior to this fiction tale, for getting the flow of events here!)
It is a different, out of this world feeling, walking side by side with the man you love!
As they walked down the long corridor, Shradha would catch a sideways glimpse of him, Siddharth would hold her hand; she’d turn around to walk backwards a few steps for she wanted to make him adorably conscious, inclining her face teasingly towards him, trying to pull him closer with their hands clasped. He would put his palms on her shoulders to turn her back on course, like you do with a truant hell bent on mischief.
Thus beaming and entering the movie hall, Shradha felt as though exiting from a cocoon forever!
Sid had asked for the seats of the last row but was provided those of the edge in the third last one. When they settled in, they realized a teenage couple had conquered the back benches. Darn! These youngsters...how do they always get their way? And why in god’s name were some twenty young inhabitants already colonizing the hall for such a wash out flick! Don’t they have anything better to do on a good, bright morning?
The lights went dim and then dimmer...till darkness enveloped them, projecting just their silhouettes against the screen glare. Any more self-restraint and Shradha felt she would burst. So giving in, she turned his face towards him and brushed her lips gently against his. It’s the era of the women lib, she reminded and consoled herself with for her unabashed expression! And as though, if it was not that era, she would have controlled herself!
“Baby, let the movie start!”
“Arre Sid, it’s already started. See they are showing the titles! How much more can a thing start now?”
And before he could say anything more in protest, she bent forward and kissed him again. This time it was how a kiss should be!
His big mouth covered her slightly quivering lips and continued to press on them with gentle yet hungry strokes. He tenderly bit her upper lip and then the lower one and gradually made it rigorous. He began to explore her sweetness and wetness with his tongue, as she gently moaned feeling her mouth ready to explode. He sucked her soft pink lips, then played with her shy tongue and then savored the juices of her delicious mouth. She just closed her eyes and succumbed, feeling the force of his eager mouth caress as though he wanted to gulp her down. She tilted her head slightly to take in more of him and he pushed his mouth deeper into hers.
They had often talked about how he wanted to kiss her. She had often speculated in her moments of solitude how this would feel. But this was beyond her confines of imagination. It was the most awesome kiss ever (despite her poor track record in this domain) and when his lips parted from hers, she had to gasp in deep, for she was actually breathless!
“Phew! You should have told me na babu that you are such an awesome kisser!”
“Phir kya hota?”
“Phir mein jaldi Mumbai aate na! And we would have not wasted the last couple of hours in talking!”
And she tried to reach to him again...
“Shreds, baby, there are people around!”
“F@#$ the people! I don’t care...Aap ne sherni ke mooh mein khoon laga diya and ab bolte ho sherni beta ja keertan kar...
Ghanta keertan hoga merese ab!”
“Hahaha...you know I love to hear you say this word in your accented way...You sound so cute! Oh, I could cuddle and squash you out!
I am not worried about me baby, I don’t want anything bad happening for you.”
“Oho...Babu but woh last benchers...woh bhi lage hue hain yaar and they are probably not even adults. Now don’t make me sound like a horny bitch in the heat! Kiss kar rahe ho ya peeche waale se jaake pooncho if he could handle two pair of female lips at a time?”
The affront on his manliness worked well, or so she thought!
And he kissed her again! He couldn’t help himself when she looked at him so imploringly with her innocent eyes as though he was doing the ultimate cruelty on her by keeping his lips away!
But he also quickly moved back conscious of not attracting unnecessary attention. This felt divine yet it was not heaven but a god damn public place after all!
“You know what, honestly Sid...before I came here, I was very nervous...I asked God ji...please don’t let anything happen beyond a kiss...aur ab I am kicking myself and looking gloweringly at God ji for listening to me now, of all the times!”
She grimaced like a baby and he reassured like a man!
Sid lovingly put his arm around her, cupping her cheeks with the other palm and she let her head rest on his shoulder, her fingers moving ahead to feel his neck and unbuttoning the first button of his shirt to feel his chest!
“Oh yaar...Shreds, pehle batana tha mere izzat lootne waale hain...I would have at least had sweeter and wetter dreams of it last night!”
“Oho, shut up...itne bade Mumbai...couldn’t you have hunted down for places where we could love each other in peace?”
“Sweetheart, kaam-shaam chodh kar ab yehi karonga kuch din, to be better prepared for your next visit!
Mmmm*smiling complacently*What are you doing with my chest hair?”
“Counting them to make a wig! What do you think I am doing babu? Feeling them with all the excitement in each of my pores in my already hyper body...by circling my fingers on your broad strong chest. Your biwi is mad to push you away for being too hairy...I find it exciting yaar... mmmmmm*soft moans of pleasure* Ab bhagwan ke liye yeh mat kehna chodho mujhe sab kya kahenge?
Aur yeh lo...now my toes are feeling the legs above your socks...Don’t you dare tell me yeh bhi log dekh lenge!
Mumbai ke munde aise hote hain? Isse to ache Banaras ke baalayein hote hain!”
“Tell you what...we need to better occupy your hands and mouth...Now would you eat something...I am well fed but you must be hungry?”
“Hmm...But they can’t put you in a napkin and serve to me, can they? Boo hoo...Baby, I am so hungry for you and you are such a Phatoo Singh! Pehle kyon nahi bataya aapke itne phat te hain...aapko pehle he reject kar dete! Naam bade aur darshan chote!”
“Waah...kya zamana hain...guys are rejected because they are less physical than expected! Oh why was I born so early! I wanna be hot n young n desirable...now, now, now!”
“No baby...too late. I have already prayed for you to lose your hair, grow fat and turn ugly...so that no one else looks at you except me!”
And she bit her lower lip and ran her finger across her visible collar bones, fully aware of how it affected him!
Shradha had expected a hundred things to happen...but never in her wildest of reverie had she thought she would turn into such a desperate temptress. She had come to Mumbai with beliefs that Sid in all his madness would want more. The tables had turned and turned how! She never knew she was capable of such a physical urge and such strong sensual cravings would surface in her, beating on her insides!
With Param, being of her age, she was always the tougher one, supporting him through thick and thin as he grew more dependent on her. With Siddharth, he was THE man. She felt for the first time that here was someone who’d take care of her instead and she could just curl up in his arms and be lost. She felt safe and snug there. She felt the manliness of his expert touch as well as the roughness of wild love and mature passion. She felt as though he had cupped not just her face but her whole being in his sturdy hands! Suddenly Param at all of 28, was the boy again! And Siddharth was the man, how a man should be!
All her life being drawn to and pursued by the chocolaty cute boys, it suddenly dawned to her that a rugged, robust torso with a raw natural flavour was more stimulatingly and sumptuous!
“What are you watching so intently the screen for? There’s no porn there and I can’t see no naked women!”
“Baby, at least one of us should pretend that we are watching the movie.”
“Let’s pretend instead that there’s no one but us in this hall...pleeeeeeease”*making a baby face*
“Nope, let’s pretend instead that we have brains along with the balls and are not like those giddy teenagers sitting behind us!”
And Shradha sat back remembering how once Sid had called her very annoyed...
“I am so bugged Shreds...you know what, I caught these sales guys in the basement room, watching a triple X movie in the office premises! They were scared as hell when they saw me!”
“Oh my god...what nerve! What did you do then? Zyaada gussa to nahi kiya na?”
“Arre, kya baat kar rahe ho tum...Immediately bola, iske copy banao aur original ko turant mere cabin mein bhejo...hehe!”
“Offfffffffffffoooooooo...Siiiiiiiiiid! Kaise ho aap?
Then why on earth are you annoyed?”
“Arre kamino ne original ke jagah copy bhej de...jab kuch hone lagta hain...atak jaate hain...Now you tell me baby, what on earth is more annoying than that?”
Sid’s madness had made her so mad about him!
He ran his fingers through her soft full hair and wondered was there any spot in her body that was not soft?
His finger tips traced the features of her smiling face and her smooth skin as he secretly beamed at his good luck for having found her! She was just amazing...one of a kind! A beauty with brains! He often told her... “Talking to you is like mental masturbation! You stimulate the teeniest of my grey cells into alertness!”
And she would often tell him...
“You are the extension of me in a male body and mind! If I was not me, I’d be you!”
After around a few dozen of big, small, wet, long, hot, cool, yummy, sucking, drooling, biting, licking, probing, greedy, enveloping, devouring, hasty, slow, hungry, poking kisses...the movie finally came to an end and it was time to drift bodily apart again! Although by now it was almost an excruciating pain to keep hands off each other!
“Sid, let’s go into the mall...I wanna buy you a watch, so that I always am around...just at an arm’s distance from you!”
They entered a lifestyle store and went through the watch counters!
They tried some...she frowned at one...looked indecisively at another...he looked through the price tags and then questioningly at her. He had almost never shopped for himself...and she wanted him to indulge...experience any and everything with her!
And suddenly the lights went off in the store!
It was like in the movies.
God ji was making up for not giving them enough of each other as they wanted!
A dim light shone from the other end as the sales guy at the counter went away to check. This time, Shradha took off one of her sandals and came closer to Siddharth. She wanted to feel all of his soaring length next to her own! They were inches away and just looking into each other’s eyes and smiling! It was a moment that a lifetime is made of!
“Let’s go to the rest room!”
She pulled him by the hand and it meant clearly...Mister just shut up and follow me, coz you don’t have a choice here!
A little space outside the rest room was deserted and this time Siddharth pined Shradha to the wall and pressed his body onto hers. He held her face in his palms and gave her a long smooch, the way he always wanted to, being face to face, wrapping every inch. She felt him towering over her and was most glad to be lost within him! He pulled apart at the slightest of sounds, fearing someone would come in and she got him back by pulling his jacket and again on her mouth! It was yet another flash that they’d relive for their eternity. Just about a minute spent there was going to leave an indelible impact on every kiss they had from there after!
An elegant watch was bought, matching with Sid’s persona and the bill slip kept safely by him!
“It has your name on the receipt Shreds...so I shall cherish it forever!”
Shradha had a membership card for the store.
His saying so almost broke her heart for she could perceive the genuine fondness with the teeniest thing about her, in his eyes and smile that shone just for her.
They got onto an elevator to reach to the basement parking! It provided them half a minute of solitude as people got out on their way down. Kisses of urgency and a tight hug followed, with the thought of separation killing them softly! They touched each other as though trying to frame a mental picture of how it felt, so that the memory remains etched, long after they could touch no more!
Sid forgot where he had parked the car in the huge parking premises! This had never happened to him before in all his twenty years of driving! But then Shradha had never happened to him before either, in all his thirty five years of living!
They walked about hand in hand, looking for the car!
Shradha was praying they would not find it for at least another hour so that they’d be like this for a while more. But even five hundred cars there, could not camouflage the inevitable.
It was evening and time to part ways! She was aware of a searing pain in her heart at the prospect of having to go and maybe not see him again for god knows how many months or even years. She was to leave for Banaras the very next day! He felt snubbed as though someone was slowly pulling out the thread of the throbbing heart within him!
They were returning back to the civilization and existences that they called life and breathed in but feeling they were leaving their souls with one another!
He felt a strange heaviness in his heart...she felt her dream was crimpling down. Would it ever be the same to just talk on the phone?
How difficult or easy would it be for now for he would remember every move she made, how she walked, how clearly her laugh rang and the little dimple that formed on her cheek when she whined like a baby. She would remember how firm was his grip, how gently he had mapped the outline of the curves of her mouth with his finger, how amazing it felt running her fingers through his hair!
Was it for the better or for the worse that they met?
Once out of the parking lot, Shradha got down and hollered for a cab and Sid geared to drive away in the opposite direction!
Was it symbolic or just cruelly ironic?
They moved on to their separate paths after it seemed of having lived a lifetime!
It’s not just another love story!
The best love stories are perhaps left incomplete and unsaid!
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31 comments:
Aap ne sherni ke mooh mein khoon laga diya and ab bolte ho sherni beta ja keertan kar...
Ghanta keertan hoga merese ab!”
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Lolzzzzzzzzzzz Amit...
U picked up the best line, didn't u?;-)
not my cup of tea... but njoyed the punch lines...
the borderline talks kept me intrested... but honestly.. even us young ones chat up wiser ones..
guess sid has some learning to do...
;)
http://theparanormalguy.blogspot.com/
read the chicklit....nice read. You could tease more...and go beyond kisses.Ghanta karega...female expressions and wanting more deserves credit. Go on and explore more....keep rocking.
@Rishi...hi...
Thanks for sniffing it even though it was not ur cup of tea...
All my plans to ever write a book...just got sloshed...
I guess I suck at fiction yaar...
Going by the comments or rather dearth of them:-(
Nways...I'd stick to reality from now on..hehe:-)
And Sid nahi yaar...I need to do some learning could Sid came from me only..So when can I enroll in your classes?;-)Lols
And blog ID kyon chodha?
I know you are the great paranormal guy with a crooked smile;-)
Dear Anonymous...
Thank u...but I could just conjure up this much of a tease in a public place...may be I need more enlightment and personal experience to go beyond...lols;-)
I think I am done with chiclit writing for a while...lemme explore other things now;-)
i'm sorry about not commenting much... coz i have very less time... its already hard to write blog and maintain it.
hopefully i'll get some time in future time.
well...sorry but thoda jyada ho gaya..I thought first two parts were good,but this one didnt live up to the expectations at all.Besides,in real life,although this may happen,there is bound to be some feeling of guilt...Stick to your usual good work suruchiji,we dont need one more Shobha de...
Haha...Rishi..sweetheart*I am not maaro-ing line here...just to clear the air...but u sound so sweet here...awwww types ekdum*
I was just generally talking..rather thinking aloud...
U are one of the sweetest ones here..always making cute appearances in the comment box...
So plssssssssssssss don't say sorry yaar....
Now that is height of cuteness....;-)
Hopefully u'll get some time in future to flirt too;-)
Hugssssssssss
Hats off to you for your wonderfully vivid expression. You create movies from words alone. It seemed like a potential autobiography though;) You must write a few books before you call it a day.
More than the live wire expression whats more admirable is your audacity to express almost anything ('in the face' as u may like to call it)... the first punju girl who is truly transparent.... with 'like it or leave it' attitude.
You make no effort towards being politically correct. And I am curious to know how your students think about this bindaas English teacher. Do their parents approve of you ? lol
Hellooooooooo
Thank u...
"A few more books before I call it a day"...wonder how many copies I should get published of them...5,10,15 or 20...I guess is se zyaada sell nahi bikenge;-)
I was driven here by the idea of being able to express almost anything...:-))
And many of my students drop in here sometime...and some parents do too...I guess they all realize that there is a personal n professional side to us all..as long as we know where to draw the lines...the picture remains pretty n not distorted;-)
Keep reading...
Ur comment bought an aasha ke kiran;-)hehe:-)
Hi Priya...
Thankssssssss...
I guess I would:-)
And I agree thoda nahi..bahuuuuuut zyaada ho gaya...hehe:-)
Hey Suruchi...
An exciting story though.. The way the story grips the readers is really fantastic..
Good way of ending though..
Well to answer your previous question ... My name is Ashwin Kumar.. Uska short bana -- Kash... :) Wink wink..
Cheers
Kash !!
Thanks Kash...
N I guess the long and short of it here is that I like the name Kash:-)
Veryyyyy innovative;-)
I'm glad u were gripped...and fantastic nahi hain yaar...but not bad I guess for my first attempt...hehe..See this is called self promotion in the face of mass criticism...hehe:-)
Stay around:-)
i read ur story...it is no doubt very good, but u have to feel what is love, u r a very good in writing but please don't mind it, i don't know if u know what love is, please don't take it a miss, i feel, maybe,i might be wrong but u missed out something on love in ur life.
It is a small world and by any chance if we meet in life i'll tell u what love is. i don't know how 2 write but i can talk. Take care and don't stop writing on love "love love love alone which made king edward leave the throne"
Hmm... hey anon...I guess I don't know then, if u insist...:-(
But I really wish to be enlightened though...:-)
Won't stop writing on love buddy...
Coz that's only one of the very few things that I think I know of:-)
Thanks for stopping by:-)
I hope I discover more facets of love soon to get u less disappointed next time:-)
awwwwww...sad ending...but i guess that's how it would have ended anyway...:(
Hey LOTE...
Ending is not sad yaar...
they may not meet again...or not at least sometime soon...but the love continues to glow within...
Lovers get parted...not love:-)
Real life is a lot more stimulating than fiction, thats why most fiction is based on real life experiences.
Its a little story but there is nothing little about the spice. Shobha De might just be worried a wee bit here....lol.
It starts, and continues for most part, with the female character as the narrater but all of a sudden shifts to the male narrative in the end....an error in my book.
The character of the lady needs to be defined better....who is she, why does she go on this date, why on the internet in the first place etc etc etc.....
Sids character would more aptly be defined by the lady.....what she thinks he is.
I would probably put a lot more stress on the surroundings as well, to get a more clear picture in the minds of the reader. For instance, where does the taxi stop? What kind of place is it exactly, etc etc etc ....
However, after all this nit picking, I liked the spirit of it all. I could feel the enthusiasm in the words and even though I have tried to be critical (I hope it was constructive) I did enjoy it in parts.
Good show.
:)
Hey Medsin
I loooooooooooooooooooved the nit picking...
I was blasted so much over this fiction attempt that ur critical analysis comes across like sweet rain...lolsssssssss....
Real life is definitely more stimulating...but nothing as pleasurable as a flight of fantasy where u control the reigns...;-)
I totally agree with the "error in your book"
Point noted my lord...
And lady ka character n surroundings bhi define karte...but was scared about it's length n hence retrained...u know how I have the beautiful ability to go on n on n on once I start....
So there....:-)
Thanks for liking the spirit...although I thought it was all about the body there;-)
I am glad for the parts u enjoyed:-)
May be I cant see everything but I think it's misnomer to call this post a love story. All I can see is lust and infidelity.
Hi Saucy,
I guess that is why it is questioned if this is just another regular love story....
Love can surface in many colours...may be this is one of them...may be it is not...
To each one his own...
But then if we don't accept the fact that there can be 50 shades of the colour blue, it does not mean that they do not exist!
Maybe we really can't see everything every time...
Sometimes some people have all the lights on and are still in the dark...who knows who these people actually are!
Thanks for reading n appreciate your view:-))
Ghanta keertan hoga merese ab!” OMG,,,,,,,,,,,:) :) :) u r one gr8 writer :) , U must be like one of those english teacher i always dreamt of :P :P :P :P
Hey Lincoln...
Thank u thank u...
That quite makes my day every time it is spoken...
However I have yet to learn what do these English teachers do in the dreams of you guys?;-)
Thanks for being so generous with your comments n praise:-)
I think u must be knowing wat a hot teacher does to a teenage guy;)...
But its fun to read ur writing , The smile on my face never fades when i am on ur blog :)
Lincoln...
Huh?
Hmmmmm....
Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm....
Hahaha....
*Okay I am pretending to be dumb here...please don't mistake it to be my general state of being;-)*
Keep up that smile...I am sure it looks good on you:-)
There can be possibly innumerable shades of blue but none of it by any measure can be called red irrespective of the fact whether any1 can c it or not.
I just so much love this quote from 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin' that u must read it.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Hi Saucy...
Awww...such a beautiful quote...
And so emphatically n well put is that colour statement that i am bowled over...
Well, you almost tempted me to write a new post...
“Love path deviations”
I am sure you won’t agree with me much there too...
But it’s okay....
I don’t totally disagree with you either...
Chalo then, let’s agree to disagree with each other n the world lives happily ever after:-)
P.S. I am a great sucker for eternal n fairy tale kinda love...so your quote above makes me really mush...it is beautiful and so true...but then like someone else told me on one of the comments...
“How can we be sure that a lover who sacrifices a part of his happiness for his beloved is more truly in love than one whose body yearns and breathes for his love?”
It’s all very subjective at the end of the day
Thanks for sharing:-)
To define love is to confine the wilderness of ideas within the walls of words. For ideas as abstract as love surpass our linguistic scale/abilities. Each of us have our own notion and impact of that word. Only if there are subset definitions of love will all of us agree with each other. May be your notion is love-1 and mine is love-2,somebody else's is love-3. Only that I like love-2 and you like love-1.
To answer that question, I think, is a matter of personal preference. Just like my favorite color(sap green) is not necessarily yours(whatever). For me sacrifices are more significant than romanticism.
Hmm..sap green may not necessarily be my favourite colour...
But then I like almost all colours of the rainbow...
I guess then the sap green would fit in somewhere:-)
Sacrifices are most important...
But who knows romanticism won't be able to rise to the pedestal when called for a sacrifice?
It is not really essential to ask life to give us a gruelling test to master and thereby prove our mettle, is it?
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