Part — 4
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The dead body was lying on the road near Vikram’s hefty motorbike.
Something was dead within Nisha, too. Lamenting her past, she was lying motionless on her bed, as if a corpse on a pyre.
Another dead soul was lying on the bed. It was Ravi, a living dead, cursing himself and crying like hell. He was just breathing; something deep within him was shattered into pieces.
Was it his self-esteem or sense of manliness? It was unclear what was shattered, but Ravi was clearly broken from the inside.
In his thirty-second year, he could unzip before a woman for the very first time. And it was a disaster; it hurt the male ego deeply.
At the early stage of his adolescence, Ravi started feeling strange attraction towards the opposite sex. He loved watching filmy songs wherein an actress dances and flaunts her exposed belly. The soft mound of fair limbs on actresses was the reason he used to watch films, songs and magazines frequently. He was not sure what was happening with him, but whenever he watched such scenes, something erected under his shorts. Unintentionally, his hands used to play with the bulge. He was curious on one hand and confused by the arousal of some unknown emotions on the other.
He was taking a shower once, and the images of a heroine swaying her sexy waist wrapped in a blue chiffon saree were irresistibly flashing before him. The more he imagined, the more his dick got erected, finally getting a tiny banana shape. He touched it. Wrapped his fingers around it and started fisting.
The little Ravi started feeling on cloud nine. Initially, he felt something weird. The innocent mind couldn’t decide if that feeling was a pleasure or a pain. In a whimsical way, he imagined each mound of swaying actresses focusing more on her belly, navel and waist. His hands anticipated and started pulling his dick in and out passionately. Ravi was released from the pleasurable pain at once when he jerked off some white substance.
The innocent mind couldn’t anticipate what had happened, and with panting, Ravi got scared of what happened to his tiny dick. Later, he learned that emitting such a white liquid from the body brought some pleasurable relaxation. For a few more days, little Ravi was jerking off just to empty out his dick of something white, thinking that it would release him from pleasurable pain forever and end his sweet restlessness. It was like a man-eater had tasted human blood, and now it’s irresistible for him to get more.
Something manly grew within Ravi as he grew into adulthood. It was common to jerk off, dreaming of erotic figures, then tilting the guilt of doing something immoral.
The morality-laden surroundings of Ravi nipped something essentially beautiful in the bud. The pursuit of warm slurping within the chest eventually turned into arousals and jerking off. He grew with a consciousness that was pampering his desires at one moment and was also censoring his sensuality at another. Such hide and seek played with morality and sensuality turned Ravi reserved as far as girls concern. All he could do was fantasize about on-screen intimacy without living it individually, except through the act of emancipation—masturbation. Ravi had only visualized naked bodies entangling with each other to tame the serpent-like desires until he met Nisha. And bubbles burst with just a tender touch.
Ravi plunged into an ocean of gloom. Tears were flowing; something was choked within. 'I would never be able to show my face to her’ a thought was loudly hammering Ravi’s nerves. Having felt paralyzed, Ravi was motionlessly lying on his bed. The cobwebs of all the random thoughts made him so restless that his empty stomach didn’t rebel.
It was a tug of war between emotions and desires.
Ravi blamed himself as a misfit for the most beautifully sensuous woman, but at the same time, he imagined an unbearable moment of pain that was tilting his conscience. He realized that Nisha deserved a better man than him, but he was struggling to accept that Nisha would no longer be in his life.
Both hands met in a wall-hung clock; the ringing sound filled the room; it was twelve at night. The dingdong of a doorbell aroused mysterious gestures on Ravi’s face. He knew who could be at his door step at this time, but he was startled at the single thought, 'why?’
‘Would she curse him? Would she laugh at him and mock him? Or would she just…’ — a storm occupied his little mind. Quite reluctantly, he rushed towards door with the thought, 'what if someone sneaks from behind the door!’
Ravi opened the door, and there stood Nisha in the same white chiffon saari, with all the curves visible to even a blind man.
The low-waist chiffon saari had turned Nisha sexier than before. The navel was peeping through the thin layer of the saari. The deep cleavage was exposing her boobs through to the visible layers of the Saari. Her glossy pink lips were trying to murmur something, but her eyes were speaking loudly.
Ravi just lowered his eyelids and turned his back to move into the room. Nisha slid into the room, locking the main door behind her back. She had something in her hand; she put it aside and wobbled towards Ravi. Feeling the warmth of Nisha’s movement, Ravi just uttered three crying words: 'I am sorry’.
Holding Ravi by his arms, Nisha turned him towards her and responded in three words, pampering his tear-laden cheeks, 'I love you’.
Ravi kept looking into her eyes for a few seconds and hugged her. Tears started flowing fiercely. Nisha hugged her so tightly that all the limbs entangled with each other like creepers do on trees. It was like a flame was ignited within both of them; they were just guiding their emotions to a pleasurable end. Ravi just slipped on the sofa while anticipating his own strange emotions. Nisha reached out to him, took his face into her palms, and guided it to her chest. Ravi wrapped his arms around Nisha’s waist and dipped his face into the soft, naked cleavages. Soon, Nisha started feeling the warmth of Ravi’s breathing on her skin. She could feel all of Ravi’s sensuous desire on her milky limbs.
The hard fingers and palms, which were spread over her waist, were arousing a sense of churning within Nisha. A butterfly was flying around her navel; something was tilting her nipples, and her heart started pounding slowly. She just closed her eyes to yield all her consciousness to slurping desires. Ravi was lost in a heavenly abode, feeling the mushy flesh of soft boobs and hardened nipples. All of Nisha’s curves were melting into Ravi’s palms and fingers.
The tide of desire struck the shores of both of their hearts. The room silently witnessed how Kamdev (Cupid) was stinging both souls with flowers.
To be continued...
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