|
Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
//////// Story in 2 parts - Read both parts to enjoy this story ///////////
I watched her running the fingers through the hairs on my chest, as if counting them. I was relaxing with my back resting on a pillow at the back-rail of the cot. She half-lay on my body with her legs on the mattress. We were tired and exhausted out of the violent lovemaking just finished with simultaneous orgasms.
She folded her other fingers keeping only the index finger straight. Then she ran this finger on my left nipple playing with it. She pressed the finger’s tip to turn the small nipple to left and right, up and down. I was getting titillations for the nipple became hard and erect.
I watched her play for a few seconds. Then I caught her finger with my right hand and brought it to my mouth. I kissed on it twice. Then I took it into my mouth and sucked it mildly.
While doing so, I imagined. This was the particular finger of hers which could have taken my life three weeks ago. Just one finger of a lady to kill a man! Very strange, indeed! But, that could have been a reality, a near fatality!
Life was like that!
She kept her head on my chest and closed her eyes while I continued to suck her finger-tip. My mind was flying like a rocket to an afternoon three weeks back!
Hearing the door bell chime continuously, I was wondering who would be disturbing me from my afternoon nap on a Saturday. Rubbing my eyes with the back of my palms, I looked at the wall-clock. The time was twenty minutes to three. When I walked and opened the door, I least expected the visitors I could ever imagine in my life!
Standing outside with the long polished baton rotated in his right hand was the Inspector of the local Police Station. Three constables stood behind him. All were in their uniforms. I gaped at them as if I was seeing a dream. Then I thought they must have come to a wrong house.
“Jairaj?” the Inspector asked without using any formal salutation of ‘Mister’ before my name.
“That’s my name” I replied, a little politely.
He barged in forcing me to a side. Then he signaled the three policemen to enter.
I could not appreciate the way he intruded but I could not help about it.
“Move to your drawing room” he barked at me. Then he ordered the policemen “Go head”
“What’s the hell do you think you are doing?” I demanded in a strident voice watching the three men walking briskly toward my bedroom.
“Shut up” he crocked. Then looking at me from head to foot he said in a sharp voice “We know how slobs like you work. Dressed and behaved smartly, you people won’t hesitate to pawn your own mothers”
I had a faint idea he had wrong information. I thought he had come to search my house. He might have got a hoax call informing some contraband items were kept or hidden in my house. May be an enemy of mine wanted to harass me.
“Look Inspector, as a law-abiding citizen, I have the right to information. I would like you to let me know what you are here for” I said in a polite voice, though I was not rattled with his behaviour.
Holding the baton in his right hand and its free end placed in the middle of my chest, he snarled “Orders from higher up. You will come to know about it all soon”
He must have thought I would be scared to hear his mention of higher-up. But I was unruffled with his threat. I think it disappointed him.
“What exactly you intended to do?” I asked.
“Searching your house. Can’t you guess why I came with these three men? Did you think I came with the three to take on you? Can’t you see I am enough to take ten oafs like you?” he barked.
“Show me the search warrant” I demanded in a strident voice.
Pressing the baton’s free end on my chest as if to dig a hole there, he snarled “Don’t you know I don’t need even an arrest warrant to pick you up from here?”
I knew he was ridiculing and humiliating me. If he thought I could be easily mowed down throwing a scare at me the way he did, he had another think coming. I turned to walk toward the centre table.
“Stay where you are! Don’t try to be smart” he growled at me.
I knew this stupid inspector can not shoot me though he was carrying a gun hung in holster attached to his belt.
I could faintly hear the sounds of bundles of books and other articles thrown to the floor in my drawing room. The policemen had no manners.
What I feared the most was the men in uniform might plant something in my room and produce it claiming to have got it hidden there.
I reached for my cell-phone, took it from the centre table and pressed few buttons. I saw the inspector watching me merrily with a grin.
“Talk to the God. He can’t even help you” he said with a wry grin as if taunting me.
I went to one corner of the room so that he could not overhear what I talked. He neither bothered to follow me nor made any effort to listen. However, he could see I was talking a little excitedly if not worried.
After a minute, I came to him holding the cell-phone in my extended right hand.
“Talk” I said with a smile now.
“Who is it?” he demanded in a strident voice.
“Your God, who else?” it was my turn to taunt him now.
I watched him while he muttered something into the mouthpiece. I was amused to see him stand suddenly in his full attention position saying between short intervals like “Yes Sir, Yes Sir, No Sir, Sorry Sir..” into the mouthpiece. I smiled to see several sweat drops on his forehead.
Lastly, finishing the talk, he returned the phone without looking at my face.
“Hey you three, come out. Let us fuck off from here” he shouted at the three policemen still rummaging through my belongings.
Suddenly, I had a change of mind. I wanted to be courteous to this inspector though I could surely throw him out of my house. After all, he was doing his duty obeying the orders of his superiors no matter he was flippant. But, I wished only if he had been a little courteous or showed a little etiquette to me!
“Please sit, officer. I think you can help with a cold drink” I said to him while turning to go to my refrigerator inside.
“Thank you, man” He said and continued “Don’t bother about the drink. I need to fuck off from here pronto before the old bull catches me again”. However, he sank himself into the sofa as if he had suddenly gained more weight than his legs could support.
“I wish if you could tell me what this was all about” I asked him.
“How shall I know you had connections in Police Headquarters? That too, with none less than the Deputy Police Commissioner” He demanded and went on “I had orders from the Superintendent of Police”
I imagined if I had personally not known the Deputy Police Commissioner who was the uncle of my closest friend, I would have been in a soup. I had known him since long when he was the senior SP.
I gave a victorious grin and said “That did not explain why you came here”
He took a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his face. “A rich cow had complained to the SP that she had lost her costly gold-necklace studded with diamonds while in the safe-deposit vaults room in the Bank day before yesterday. She had seen you were the next man waiting to enter the vaults room. So, naturally she believed you got her ornament. The Bank Manager supplied your address to her. So, we are here to search and retrieve it” he said breathlessly.
I released a sigh of relief. After all, I had not been alleged to be involved in any serious conspiracy or nefarious activities.
I remembered well having gone to the Bank just two days ago to take back some important property documents from my vault. I had to wait a few minutes till a lady came out of the room. But I had not cared to look at her face or to see what she carried.
“I am honestly saying though I do not expect you to believe me, officer” I said to him and went on “It’s true I went to the Bank to take out some documents from my vault. But I did not find any ornaments there or on the floor let alone take it with me. All the same, I do not want to become a stumbling block in carrying out your duty. I shall pacify my uncle. Please come and search my house meticulously. But please ask your men not to throw my things away”.
“No, man. I do not want to stick my neck out where it was not wanted” he said and stood up eager to go.
“No, officer. You must search. Nothing will happen to you. I promise to take care of that” I reassured him.
Suddenly he looked up at my face. I knew he was convinced I was totally innocent. He had not studied criminology for nothing. If I had really got the ornament, I would be glad if he went out without searching.
So, for the sake of carrying out the order of his superior, he unwillingly asked his men to search but in a systematic way not to disturb anything. I too helped the policemen. I opened my two almirahs and lockers and they searched them too. I made sure that they looked at every inch and article in my place. Lastly we returned to the drawing room where the inspector sat.
“Nothing, Sir” one of the policemen told him.
“Fuck off from here” he ordered his men and he too stood up.
“I am sorry, man. You need to excuse me for what had happened. Please remember your words to keep your uncle in good spirits. He can cause trouble to me, if he wished. All the same, you could be helpful to me some times” He said with a grin extending his right hand.
I knew what he meant by saying ‘you could be helpful to me some times’ which had an indirect reference with his job and promotions.
I shook hands with him. And, he left.
I did not remember much of the incident although it was unfortunate. I thought everything must have settled down. But I could never think I could be in for a rude shock exactly at the same time next afternoon.
When the doorbell rang at half past two the next day which was a Sunday, waking me up from the nap, I suddenly remembered the policemen. They or at least the inspector must have come back again! Since I had not committed any crime, I thought I had nothing to worry of. But I was all wrong!
I opened the door expecting to meet the same policemen. Standing in front of me, draped in a costly light-pink sari was a lady of about 32 years old. A quick glance was enough to tell she was pretty rich! But, my probing eyes suddenly noticed two peculiar things. One was though she was fair and beautiful but her face looked tense without any smile. The second was she had worn the sari a little loosely as if she was wearing a sari for the first time in life.
“What can I do for you, Madam” I asked politely.
“Plenty, if your name is Jairaj” she replied curtly.
“That’s me” I said with a voice clearly shaky to hear what she had just said.
“Can I come in” she asked.
“Sure” I said knowing she would have forcibly entered even if I replied in the negative.
I was about to lead her to my drawing room when she shocked me with what she did.
She bolted the door from inside. This made me wonder what she was up to! Still keeping her back turned to me, I saw her right hand sliding into her big leather handbag. By the time, I shut my eyes and opened them again; I was looking at the muzzle of a gun pointed straight at my forehead. I felt a shiver run down my spine when I saw her knuckles turning white when she held the gun tightly. Adding woes to my worries, her right index finger had slightly moved back on the trigger of the gun!
Was she a burglar to snatch the necklace after getting wind of the rumour that I got it? Not likely, at least from her appearance. Or, was she a lady police officer in plain clothes to rattle me? Not likely either.
Suddenly I remembered the lady who the inspector had told me had complained to the SP leading to the search in my house the previous afternoon. She must be the same lady, I thought.
“Turn your back and move to your drawing room. Beware, if you start something smart, I will shoot you through your head” she tried to snarl but it was a poor show.
At first, I had thought she was kidding, carrying a toy pistol. Then I watched the gun in her hand carefully. I felt the hairs on my nape bristle. I knew it was an original Webley & Scott make revolver, probably .32 bore.
Other than poisonous snakes, it was heartless women I feared the most. More than respecting a lady’s wishes, it was the sight of her index finger kept pressed on the trigger of the gun which made my legs move forward to the drawing room.
“Sit on the sofa to your right” she thundered.
I sat on it turning to face her. She sat on the sofa opposite to me with the barrel of the gun directed at my chest now. I guessed the distance between us must be about seven feet. I was thinking a way to overpower her when she started first “Where is my ornament?”
So, she was the same lady who had lost her ornament in the vault of the Bank.
I tried to pacify her not to increase her tension and anger. I brought my best electrifying smile if not a mesmerizing one on my lips. But she was unmoved rather indifferent to what I showed her.
“Didn’t you hear what I had asked? Don’t you understand English? Where is my necklace?” she crocked again.
“Relax and listen, Madam. You got it all wrong. I am telling you honestly, I have not got it. In fact, the policemen searched my whole house yesterday and found nothing. You got to believe…”
“Shut up” she shouted at me without allowing to complete what I wanted to say. “Don’t try to feed me that crap. Either you hand over my necklace pronto or drop yourself dead” With this she moved her right hand straight aiming the gun at my forehead.
I kept silence. “Did you think you can get away with your connections in Police Headquarters? I had come personally, if you imagined so. I knew how to get my ornament back if the timid police could not get it from you” she barked.
I knew two things instantly. One, her necklace must be pretty costly so much so that she had come with a gun to shoot me. Second, she was bluffing about shooting me to kill. She was only throwing a scare at me with the gun!
“Do you think you could get your ornament by killing me?! Then, go ahead and shoot me! I am not stopping you! If you imagined you can get away by shooting me, then you are crazier than I thought! You should better throw that scare to the birds” I shouted at her in the same voice matching hers.
In fact, I was buying time thinking how to overpower her. To do that, I knew I have to take her by surprise. I could have done that easily but for the distance between us.
She knew I knew very well she was bluffing. But the way I was outsmarting her made her tremble with anger. She jumped to her feet, obviously in rage. Something odd suddenly made my eyes move down upon her. When I saw her first, I had noticed she had worn the sari a little loose. When she stood up, almost in a jump in a fit of rage, her sari and pallu got a little displaced from her front. Her belly remained exposed now! I could clearly see the big bulge in her belly. She had worn the sari loose purposely to cover the bulge.
I knew the reason of the bulge. Yes, she was carrying. At least, five months pregnant!
Fuming with rage on my adamancy, she took two steps towards me reducing the distance between us to about five feet now. She stopped there not to come very near to me. She was not taking risks though she carried the gun pointed at me.
I was in a real dilemma now! I knew how to save myself now with only five feet between us. All I need to do was to slide from the sofa to the floor on my back, make a sudden forward sliding tackle on the smooth floor with my legs first and hit her legs hard with a massive karate kick. It would surely make her fall on the floor! Then I can grab her hand and take the gun!
But I had a real problem now. If I kicked her legs, she would surely hit the floor with a thud, sprawling, probably on her front! Her stomach could get a massive impact hitting the floor. Worse, this could result in an instant miscarriage, probably causing heavy bleeding. This may kill the baby she was carrying in the uterus! It may kill her too! I was in a real fix!
I didn’t know what she thought looking at my face. I have to think an alternative way to save myself and her too, and soon. I can not be sure if the gun was loaded or not. My brain worked like a computer when given a command to search something.
I purposely stood up from the sofa but not moved an inch. “Look lady, I am expecting my friend any time now. It is better for you to leave now. Or, else you will be in a mess as much as I am in. I think you can understand the consequence” I said obviously ready with my trick to attack her.
I didn’t know if she took my bluff. In all probability, not.
“Give my necklace. I am asking you for the last time. I will give you ten seconds before I shoot” she threatened aiming the barrel at my forehead.
For a minute I imagined if my wife was there to watch this scene! She would have yelled in fear and panic and fell fainted on the floor instantly!
‘Here is your time now to act and move fast to save yourself, Jairaj’ my brain reminded me.
Shifting my eyes suddenly to look at her belly, I said with a fake smile “Hey, you are pregnant. I can see the bulge in your stomach. Your sari is displaced”
This was an old trick. Pretty old trick! It would not have worked if she was really not pregnant and if she had known her sari had moved showing off her bare belly. The natural proclivity in a woman prevailed on her too, bringing sudden shyness on her eyes for a brief second, particularly when a man noticed and indicated her pregnancy. That caused her to make the most foolish move in her life. For a second her head bent down taking her eyes to her own belly. This was all that I had needed.
Like a panther, I sprang at her. While leaping forward, I bent to keep my upper body below from the line of fire, in case she pulled the trigger. She was so shocked that she could not realize what was coming to her, let alone react! My left hand flashed up hitting below the wrist of her right hand which carried the gun. My right hand with fingers turned in the shape of a cat’s paw was ready to hit her face.
“Ouchhhhhhhhh” she cried obviously in pain when my hand hit her wrist. Expectedly, she lost the grip on the gun and it went up flying in the air. The gun hit the ceiling. I jumped up and grabbed it while it made its downward journey. She stood thunderstruck all the while with her eyes popping out from their sockets!
I threw the gun flying across the room to land on the sofa where I had sit before a few feet away.
I must congratulate her for she recouped her position within three seconds. Though she had not learnt martial arts, yet she raised her left leg to kick at my groin. She knew very well where to hit a tormenting man to conquer him. If I was not in a fighting position, her leg would have surely hit me on my crotch making me paralysed. I quickly moved my body to the left evading from the line of her kick followed by my left hand flying down hitting her leg in a karate chop.
I was a fool if I considered what I did would have unnerved her! Though the chop must have pained her leg, yet her right hand flashed up coming for a heavy slap on my face. I realized instantly this lady would not bow down easily without giving a real fight! I leaned back quickly in time and my right hand moved up in lightening speed and caught her hand coming to hit my face. In the same action, I moved to her back, twisted her hand to her back and held it tightly. Without waiting for her next attack, I grabbed her left hand too with my left, twisted it and held it at her back. From the way my fingers dug into the flesh of her hands, I knew she was not strong but posing to be brave! I was alert and ready for more attacks from her in case she kicked backward at me with her legs, but she didn’t. After all she was a woman and she had gone helpless with her hands held at her back. May be she felt pain too.
Just at that moment, a funny thought came into my mind. From what she had done so far, I was sure she was serious even ready to hurt me severely if not kill me, without fear of consequences. She had not bought submission of my honesty that I had not got her ornament. People who behave like rats must expect themselves to be treated like rats. She must not be left to believe I was very soft. Therefore, I must do something what I could surely do to prove it. She must know she was angering me beyond limits and it could damage her beyond repair too.
With this thought in mind, I shifted both her hands to be held in my left hand tightly. Then my right hand moved to her front half-circling her body. I placed the hand on her belly and pressed there slightly. She tried to make a jerk but could not succeed to free herself as I held her hands tightly in a vice like grip. I slowly moved my hand on her belly upward almost touching the bases of her breasts. Then I made two soft upward pushes with my hand lifting her boobs just a little only.
“You bastard, how dare you touch me!” she rebuked me.
She could not see my smile. Her curse had only encouraged me. I shifted my hand to her neck and held circling it tightly. Then I jerked my hand which made her head to lean backward almost touching my face. Of course, she had felt a little pain as she leaned her body backward to ease the pain on her neck. I brought my face over her right shoulder to bring my mouth close to hers. I showed my grin to her as my lips were only an inch away from her lips now. Her body suddenly shuddered. I knew she knew my mouth was going to cover hers in a hard kiss any moment. But she was wrong.
Bringing my mouth close to her right ear, I said “Madam, now I hope you realize what you would have got in return for your stupid adventures. Please remember, this was only a sample, but I could have done more. I hope you would be wise enough to understand what I meant by the word ‘more’. And, please don’t misconstrue I am letting you off without harming you, not because of my mercy but because of my culture and ethics”
Without waiting for her response or reaction, I released both my hands and gave a slight push to her body forward as if she was an untouchable thing. She took two steps to regain balance.
Without looking at her, I walked to my sofa and took the gun. I moved the pin, opened the gun and examined its magazine. I was expecting an empty chamber. But I was alarmed to see two live cartridges two slots away from the firing pin of the hammer. I was equally shocked to realize she had, in fact, come with an intention to shoot if she could not get back her ornament. I removed the bullets and dropped them into my shirt pocket.
“Please sit down and relax” I said to her with a smile and went on “I think you need something to drink”.
Holding the gun, I went to my kitchen. After a few minutes, I came back carrying a small tray with two glasses of cold-drink on it. I had also carried the gun tucked in my left armpit. She sat on the sofa with her head bent forward looking at her laps. I approached her and gave one glass to her. Like a zombie she took it. I bent and removed her hand bag hung over her left shoulder. I opened it and put the gun into the bag. As if helping her, I slid the belt of the bag through her hand and back on her shoulder. Taking the other glass I came back to my sofa and sit on it.
“Madam, you must be courageous and full of guts. But a pregnant lady should not have risked her own life fooling around with a gun and doing mischievous adventures like you did a little while before”
She kept silent still holding the glass. She took the first sip after much coaxing her.
While both of us continued to consume the drinks, I made sincere efforts explaining to her about my innocence and honesty. Rather, I didn’t know anything about her ornament till the police came looking for it the previous afternoon, let alone keeping it. I clearly noticed her admiring look when I explained her running the risk of endangering herself and possible miscarriage if I had hit her to save myself. To prove it, I even made a demonstration how I could have made the sliding tackle and hit her on the legs. I added I belonged to a noble, respectable family. I was not cash-crunched and stealing was not in my blood
I noticed she continued to look at my face intently even after several minutes of stopping my talk.
While I was confused what to tell her next, I saw her standing up. I knew she wanted to go. I went near her and gave the two bullets to her.
“I think the gun and bullets belonged to your husband. I told so because they do not give gun licence to a lady easily. A gun and bullets are not something to be played with like toys. Please keep them in the locker of your husband’s almirah” I told her with a smile.
She dropped the bullets into her handbag. I extended my right hand to shake hand with her. I was not disappointed when she silently refused meeting my hand with hers and walked towards the door. I watched her opening the bolt.
When she opened the door, I said from behind “Goodbye”
She didn’t utter a word in reply. She went out closing the door behind.
After a few minutes, I heard the engine of a car starting from the side-lane and it sped away.
That was the beginning!
Nothing happened for next two days. I tried to forget the episode, but I could not. After all, such a terrible incident was not something a man could easily forget in his life!
Two days later, at about 10.25 in the night, I was preparing to go to bed after reading the newspaper when my cell phone sprang to life. There was no name displayed so I considered the call was not from any of my known contacts.
“Hello” I said to the mouthpiece.
There was no answer for a few seconds.
“Hello, Jairaj here” I said.
Still there was silence for some time as if the line was disconnected much before. I was thinking to cut off when I could faintly hear the sounds of heavy breathing.
“Hello, who is it there?” I asked once again.
“J..a..i..r..a..j….” I heard my own name spelt in a trembling voice followed by a loud burst of weeping. The hairs on my nape began to bristle as I knew the voice was of a female.
“Yes, I am Jairaj. Who is it? What can I do for you?” I asked in a soothing voice.
I could not hear anything except the sounds of continued weeping. I gave some time for the caller to relax before she could talk. Then, suddenly the hairs on my nape bristled once again. I think I recognized the voice now. It was of the same lady who came to my place two days ago with a gun!
“Hello, there! I recognized you” I said gleefully and went on “How are you?”
I could faintly hear she was trying to control her weeping and emotions.
“Come on, Madam, what’s biting you?” I asked in a coaxing tone and continued “Was there anything I can help you about?”
“I want to meet you and soon” her voice was more polite and apologetic if not loving and caring. Then I distinctly heard the sound of her clearing the nostrils into a hanky, probably the tears flown into them out of her crying.
“Sure. You are most welcome” I paused and went on with a laugh “I hope you would guard yourself and ensure to kill me with the gun next time”
“Forget it Jai. Please don’t tease me. I want to meet you soon. Can you come over to my place” she asked, clearing her nostrils once again.
I noted three things. One was her calling me ‘Jai’. Second was she sounded requesting me not to tease her. Third, she was inviting me to her place.
“How soon?” I asked and went on “Are you dieing to kill me so soon?
“Jai, for Heaven’s sake, please don’t tease me again. I am already in a terrible mental wreck. I don’t even know how I can face you. I want to meet you as soon as you can” she said eagerly.
“Just now?” I asked while I wished if I could see her face now.
“In fact, I didn’t mind. But it is already..hmmm…half past ten. Can you come to my house tomorrow at about 11 in the morning?”
“Sorry. But can I say 6.30 in the evening?” I asked.
I thought she was thinking for a little while before she said “Okay. Suits me and thank you very much”. Then she gave me her address. It was about a kilometer away from my place.
“Keep your gun ready fully loaded. You should not fumble tomorrow as you did last time” I said laughing.
I think what I said made her laugh too. “Jaaaaaiiiiiiiiii….” this was all she could say in reply.
“Good Night” I wished her.
“Good Night, darling” she replied.
Did she say ‘darling’? Did I hear correctly?
I entered the gate and reached the imposing bungalow at the appointed time. I found her, through the opened door, sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for me impatiently. She came running to me as soon as she saw me. As I entered the door, she reached me. For a few seconds, she stood motionless just in front of me, looking deep into my eyes. Before I could say anything, she bent down and touched my feet with her hands.
“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” I asked without touching her.
“What I had done to you earlier demanded more than this” she said standing straight and still looking into my eyes.
“Okay, so you found your ornament and got it. But it did not need you to touch my feet to express your regrets” I said and went on “From where you got it?”
If I had hit her across the face, the effect would not have been more startling. She gaped at me with her mouth turned to a big O.
“Hey, why you look surprised so much?” I asked with a grin.
“Jai, are you really a God incarnated as a man? How did you know I got the necklace back?” she asked in visible surprise and bewilderment.
“Forget it, Wont’ you let me in, or do you wish us to talk standing at the door itself?” I teased her.
“Very sorry, dear. Please come in. You are most welcome to my place” she said with a smile but the surprise still remained on her face.
We sat in opposite sofas of the immaculately furnished drawing room. Then she went on explaining how she found the necklace in her handbag itself.
“Jai, you can’t believe it. After reaching home from the Bank, I had looked inside the bag but the ornament was nowhere to be seen. I examined the bag thoroughly. In fact, I had turned it upside down. It was then only I knew it must have fallen somewhere in the vault room of the Bank itself. I immediately contacted the Bank Manager. He had made an extensive search there. But the ornament was not there. He found out that it was you who entered the vaults room next. So we doubted possibly you must have got it. He gave your address and phone number from the Bank records. Then I contacted the police. Rest is history”.
“How did you get it from the bag?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
She said “Yesterday evening, when I opened the bag to take out my mobile phone when I heard it ringing, I found something glittering hung a little to outside from one of its side interiors having zip-fasteners. Out of curiosity, I opened the zip and looked inside. There lay my necklace. I think the ornament caught stuck on the interiors’ flaps and did not fall down when I overturned the purse for emptying the contents”
She paused to regain breath and went on “More than the pleasure of getting back my necklace, I was greatly saddened with the thought of what I had attempted to do to you that afternoon. I would have nearly killed you, of course in a fit of rage. Believe me; I could not sleep last night at all. I didn’t know if you would forgive me ever. It was an inexcusable and unpardonable act on my part. I knew no apology in any form would suffice….”
Her voice became choked out of her emotions.
“Take it easy. I have forgiven you and I had forgotten all about it, at that time itself” I tried to console her.
“You are a great man, Jai. I can never forget what you have done to me in spite of the damage I could have done to you. You cared for and saved my life and that of my unborn baby when I came to take your life. Please pardon me, Jai, please…please…”
She folded her hands in a gesture of pleading my forgiveness.
I stood up and went towards her. Holding her folded hands, I consoled her again “Madam, think nothing of it. I forgot all about it that time itself”
Releasing her hands from mine, she now held my hands. “Jai, please call me Pallavi”.
“Okay, Pallavi. I am asking out of curiosity, how much the ornament costs?”
“A little over three lacs” she said and went on “It was not the value that mattered to me, but the sentimental value I attached to it. It was gifted to me by my husband on our first wedding anniversary”
“Your husband is very loving” I said as if envying him.
“But not more than you” she replied quickly.
“That’s not a nice thing to tell about your husband” I said.
“I reiterate and I surely meant what I had just said. I knew my husband well. I knew he loved me very much insomuch as he gifted me with such a costly ornament. But if he were in your place, surely he would not have risked his own life to save the life of his tormenter and an unborn baby and that too for no fault of his. That makes you a very great man! Above all men!” she was a little excited and vociferous in saying these.
“Thank you for your kind feelings. I have already forgotten and I would request you too to forget it” I said.
“Excuse me for a minute” she said and went inside a room.
She came back after four minutes or so.
“Here it is” she placed an ornament on my hand. I looked and admired it instantly. It was a nice combination of excellent artwork and craftsmanship. The gold-necklace glittered with several diamonds studded to it at several places.
“A real beauty” I admired.
“Thanks” she said.
Sitting back on our respective sofas, we talked about many things for nearly half-an-hour. On my query, she had said her husband was a management executive attached to a multi-national company based at USA. Though he was posted at Kolkata, he needed to travel to overseas countries frequently, sometimes for long periods. It was difficult for him to take his wife along with him during these periods. She lived with her in-laws. They were rich and wealthy, alright.
An elderly maid-servant rolled in a trolley with many snacks, sweets, fruits and coffee.
We talked while enjoying the items and coffee also. But what she said once really jolted me. “Jai, please don’t think I am exaggerating. But I would love to gift this ornament to you. You can give it to your wife. I know it won’t supplement for what you have done to me”.
“Hahaha” I laughed out loudly. “Thank you, Pallavi. Your sentiments are overwhelming and really touching. Keep the ornament with you and imagine I have taken it as a token of your discharging your obligations with me, if I can call it an obligation”
“Jaaaiiiiii….” She smiled at me.
There was nothing else for me to talk. At least, I have come to a dead end. So, I stood up. “Thank you very much for inviting me, for your kind hospitality and what not! Can I take leave now, Madam, sorry, Pallavi?”
She requested me repeatedly to take dinner with her, but I thankfully declined. She seemed to be sad to have to leave me.
“Jai, will you please come here before you go?” she was calling me to the adjacent room.
“Sure” I said and followed her into the room which seemed to be a bedroom for guests.
Once inside, she asked “Jai, promise me to do something I request you for”
“Didn’t I give enough proof yet to convince you that I was prepared to die for you?” I asked with a grin but quickly added “I promise to do anything except accepting the necklace as your gift”
But I was really shocked to see what she did next.
She removed the portion of the sari which had covered across her upper body to the shoulder, to a side making her bulging belly nude and exposed to me.
I didn’t know why she showed me her bulge.
“How old is your pregnancy?” I enquired looking at her belly.
“Five months” she replied.
Again, I found nothing to ask her.
“Jai, darling, kiss me here. My baby needs it as your love and affection for what you had done to him”
I was really perplexed. I could never dream she would ask me to do such a thing.
I didn’t bother much. I bent in front of her, touching her belly with my mouth.
“Hmmmm..” did she moan? I didn’t know.
I pressed my lips on the soft skin of her belly and kissed delicately.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” I was sure she moaned, alright.
As I was about to stand straight, she asked me “Jai, lick there”
Was she getting hot and horny? I didn’t know. Any way, I brought out my tongue and began licking her belly. I did it two times.
“Do it more and more and more” I heard her saying between soft moans.
I held my hands on her hips and started to lick the belly again. I think I licked about twenty times. Her stomach became wet with my saliva. I don’t know but an unknown feeling was gripping me. I became aware; my tongue encroached into some untold territories below her belly now. Now I was licking her beautifully shaped navel and its interiors. Though I did not look at her face, but from the way she stood, I knew she must have leaned back. I could hear her soft erotic moans now growing louder and deeper.
After all, I was a man made of flesh, blood and bones. The touch on the nude belly of a lady with my tongue and licking there made sizzling and titillating sensations in me. I knew my heart pumping and pounding more rapidly. It was spontaneous, but my hands pulled her sari to more below with my tongue exploring to those new exposed areas.
“Jai, darling, what are you doing?” she asked between her ecstatic moans.
I knew there was a limit to which I can pull her sari down. Instead, my hands lifted her sari from the feet up to her hips. I knelt in front of her and looked up. There it was, the golden honeybee-comb, between the joining spot of her thighs! The beehive was pinkish and glittering with its lips parted due to the pregnancy. I had gone crazy in my head, for my mouth instantly covered the beehive licking repeatedly like a thirsty cat.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..” she hooted loudly now.
I didn’t spare a thought for a second, for my tongue penetrated inside the beehive exploring inside.
“Jai, Jai, my darling Jai, lift me to the skies, do it more and more…” she cried and moaned.
I pressed my mouth on her hole, though it was a little difficult in her standing position. Then I blew in. I could create vacuum between my mouth and her beehive hole. Two or three drops of honey went inside my mouth. I gulped it down greedily like nectar.
But luck was not on our sides! We heard footfalls outside the room. May be it was the servant to take back the empty snack-plates and tea cups.
I quickly released her and stood up away from her. It was quite strange but both of us were panting heavily.
“Jai darling, what were you doing? I felt you had taken me to the Heavens. What a lovely feeling and pleasures you had given me. I wished you went on doing it all along my life” she told in a voice not more than a murmur.
“I am sorry, Pallavi. I sincerely apologize to you for being immoral. I should not have done this” I said remorsefully, not meeting her eyes.
I felt her hands on my shoulders. “Jai, why did you say so? Why do you feel guilty-conscience? This minute was waiting for us in our lives. It was not created, it just happened. It was the law of nature” she tried to console me.
‘Not created? It was created, alright. By her only’ I thought. All the same, I was an accomplice to it.
“Jai, but you did something wrong” she said as I looked at her face anxiously.
“It was not nice on your part to have licked my love-tunnel while you ignored my two assets up here. They are sad and weeping now” she said looking down on her big breasts.
I looked over my shoulder at the door. I could see none outside. I cupped her boobs with my either hands and gave a soft squeeze. Then I quickly released them as I heard the wheels of the trolley being moved.
“Come out” I said to her.
She adjusted her sari to put on its place. We came out.
“Jai, now you owe me something. I hope you would discharge your obligations” she said.
I didn’t know how I was indebted to her. But I did not ask her.
“You should be prepared to give me what you owe me when I ask you. Promise it” she said.
“I promise to give you anything, whenever you ask” I replied with a smile and added “However, I wish you could give me a hint”
“I would have liked to disclose it when the right time arrived. But if you are so much curious to know, you must spend a whole night with me doing what you had done just now” she said with a grin.
“Hmmmmm..” only this sound came out from my mouth.
“Can I take it as ‘Yes’?” she asked.
“If it was ‘No’?” I asked.
“I will die” she said firmly.
“Then, take it as my Yes” I said again with a smile.
She looked at the maid-servant who came with a broom, not more than the way she would have looked at a scorpion on the toilet floor while sitting on the commode.
“I am very happy we have established a good, loving friendship. Listen, I shall disturb your sleep with phone calls every night” she reminded me.
“Sure, you are most welcome” I said gleefully.
“I love you” she said.
“I love you too” I replied.
I left shaking hands and telling goodbyes.
Reaching back home, I thought of the sweet happenings in the evening with her. I knew I was going to bed with her soon. I knew too, other than my wife, I was going to make love to a pregnant lady, for the first time in my life. May be, life was going to take me through its odd labyrinths!
She had kept her word about disturbing me I the night. She did ring me up at 10.45 that night and every night and talked for nearly a couple of hours daily. Initially for a few minutes we exchanged pleasantries but rest of the time she talked on erotic subjects and how we shall enjoy the night that she was planning to spend with me. While talking on phone in the same night I met her in her house, she had told me “Jai, I don’t think I would be able to sleep tonight. I am feeling your tongue licking all over my stomach and, and…you know where! I was feeling you inside my body! I just can’t sleep, Jai…what should I do?”
Four days later, in the night, on phone she had said “Jai darling, my condition is deteriorating with every passing day. I am dying to be with you. You know, I spent the last three nights inserting my middle finger into my body. I did lift my boobs and sucked them imagining you were doing it. I believe your condition must not be different. You must also be wondering what you can do about it. Listen, I am making plans for our exotic meeting. I think I need some more time. But, in any case, it would be at your place. I shall let you know at least three days in advance. Darling, I won’t allow you to sleep all the night…..”
And the big day finally arrived after twenty-four days after my meeting her at her house.
Five days ago, she had informed me and discussed everything in detail. I must keep all my windows shut and keep the front door simply shut but not locked or bolted from inside. She would come by a cab and would sneak into my house at half past ten in the night. We would enjoy and she would leave just after 4.30 in the early morning. She wanted me to accompany her in a cab and drop her a little away from her bungalow. The day she fixed for our meeting was a Saturday so that I can rest the following Sunday if I was tired after a series of lovemaking without sleeping.
I sat in my sofa watching the TV without any interest. I glanced at the wall-clock every two minutes. There are still eight minutes to half-past ten. I wondered the time was moving very slowly! I went once again to my bedroom and made sure everything was in order. A new silky sheet had been spread on the mattress. That was going to be our ring in which we will have the wrestling soon! The new costly bed-sheet with jasmine-fragrance sprayed on it would soon smell raw sex. In all probability, it would be soiled with stains and blood! Two new towels and old clothes were kept by the bedside, for these may be required during or just after our wrestling. I had also kept two sanitary pads and surgical cottons ready since she was a pregnant lady and lovemaking may cause a little bleeding.
“Jai darling” I stood stunned as I turned to look at Pallavi standing just behind me. She wore azure crepe sari with matching blouse. Since the sari was a little transparent, one can easily see her bulging belly. I thought she must have worn it purposely to show she was pregnant. May be she had ideas for choosing such a one.
My eyes fell on the same necklace she wore around her neck. The diamonds glittered brightly. She should not have risked venturing out in night wearing the costly ornament, I thought.
“Hi Pallavi. You surprised me though you were expected!” I said while she smiled.
“Hmmmmm” she hummed.
“Did you lock the front door after entering?” I enquired.
“Sure I did” she replied with a smile.
>>>> Continued in Part 2
|
