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Authors: Niranjan Jha

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‘Now don’t translate this letter Ameena. All the
three letters were written to you. I love you and I want to marry
you. If you want to be my life-partner, please reply.’

 

Unrest of spirit is a mark of life; one problem after
another presents itself and in the solving of them we can find our
greatest pleasure. Everything was clear to her in the very first
sentence. She came to the institute next day but did not reply
anything. I got a little nervous apprehending her disturbance. I
thought if I am the reason of her disturbance, then I was better in
the illusion of her love before. Why did I trouble her? But till
the time reply wasn’t come, I was a little hopeful to positivity. I
looked around her face letting my eyes whisper the words…

 

‘If you’ve really felt bad, it would hurt me a lot,
and I would never forgive myself for that.’

 

She didn’t speak anything that day. As she went home,
the beauty of the weather was also gone with her. I had to wait for
her till twenty-four hours counting the ticks of the clock. Next
day she came but kept silent until the class got over. But while
going back home she told that she had put the letter in my
book.

 

Boom!!

 

I felt an explosion in my mind. Just after she said,
she rushed down and went away, and I spin my head towards the book
to get the letter. I thanked God several times while reading her
reply. She had accepted my proposition and written that she loved
me too. Just she was a little afraid of her parents because they
were very conservative. I thought if she is agreeing, then other
issues would definitely be taken care of. I read the letter almost
twenty times. The next day was Friday, which was the last working
day of the week.

 

What greater thing is there for two human souls than
to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be
at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories. In the
arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus
one equals nothing. Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be
wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's
heart, or its flame burns low. The person who tries to live alone
does not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not
answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the
echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration. Love
works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and
stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of
fools; favoring the passions, destroying reasons, and in a word,
turning everything topsy-turvy.

 

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the
most terrible. The best portion of a good man's life is his little,
nameless, unremembered acts of kindness of love. Love is the
expansion of two natures in such fashion that each includes the
other; each is enriched by the other.

 

Feeling the unveiling radiation of her beauty I was
being gravitated towards the firmament of solacing twilight. Her
sterling quality with amazing eloquence was inordinate enough to
have me transgress all the limits to get her in my life.

 

“Some people would succeed in small things if they
were not troubled with great ambition.” –Christopher Columbus

 

 

Chapter Twelve

“Boredom compels one to indulge in curiosity, and out
of curiosity comes everything.” –Steve Jobs

 

That was all that had happened in the fourth week of
the month since she was coming. Seeing her best at learning, she
was designated as a computer trainer. I let one week pass, and then
created the file in the system to let her read. With thoughts
soaring in sky and desire flying in Utopia, I was too fervent to
take her in my arms.

 

Feeling cheerful from within, reminiscing words of
flying colors I had written, she stepped down for home. And I,
devoid of any fracas, and hiding her from every skirmish, felt the
longing for her hand-touch to cosset my heart.

 

The next day when she came, griped by feel of love,
as she chose her place beside, the things got going…

 

‘Click on the start button Ameena,’ I said.

She didn’t respond anything.

‘What happened? Are you ok?’ I asked.

 

I asked her with soft tone placing my left hand on
her shoulder. Her breathing was getting faster. Though mine was
also getting fast, but I was trying to control. It was the
beginning of July and the sunshine had made the weather very hot.
In the afternoon, people in the neighboring houses were sleeping.
One student, who used to learn computer with her, did not come that
day. She was sitting alone in the computer room. I decided to sit
closed to her, but when I placed my chair, it went too closed. One
chair joined with another, and my left thigh got in touch with the
entire right part of her thigh. Every inch of my body was getting
thrilled with her touch. With mind spinning at the fasted speed,
and heartbeat growing to go to the top, I was submerging with my
entire physical sensitivity into her.

 

I thought to ask her whether she was feeling
comfortable to operate the system, but I didn’t try because I
already knew the reason, and so, pretending to be unknown could
have lowered my dignity. Her silence made me sure that she wouldn’t
be able to do anything in that mental state. I looked at her
dotingly while keeping my hand still on her shoulder. I was just
thinking whether she would allow me go ahead or stop, and if she
allows, how far would I be able to go?

 

Not word was coming out of her mouth. With eyes
closed, holding the mouse in hand, she was just breathing. Knowing
what was happening in her, I turned my eyes to see the movement
being caused by her fast breathing. Between the two arms, the
pulsating heaves of her bosom were looking like the waves of ocean,
and her lips enriched with sublime beauty were appearing like the
petals of a flower. I pretended a little and tried to help her move
the device on the table. It didn’t work. Then I put my right hand
on her mouse-holding hand. Now she felt a gust of sensation in her
entire physical phenomenon. Her eyes flickered, the hand moved, the
mouse slipped out, and grabbing my hand and she fell down on my
shoulder.

 

The air started humming music into my ears and the
sunshine giving brightness to my emotion. An agile sensitivity was
warming up to make me bring her closer and closer. The touch of her
face to my cheek, her breast to my chest, and her flesh to my
flesh, was drowning me deep into ecstasy. An unfelt feeling with
unimagined reality was softly evoking my manly instinct. I hadn’t
been so closed to a feminine beauty before and believing that love
can be so blissful was making me happier and happier. Each moment
was bringing a new sensation and every sensation was bringing a new
desperation to which the entire life was less to fulfill. To love,
I sensed more meaningful than any meaning!

 

Twenty year old, tall, voluptuous, beautiful,
multifarious, and flamboyant Ameena was lying on my shoulder. It
was more wonderful than any wonder I could ever imagine. I took her
in my arms and then heaved up to embrace. I tried to comfort her
but didn’t know how. I called her by her name to make sure she can
hear but she was still not responding anything. Her body was
shivering from top to bottom. I waited a minute but there was no
change. She was squeezing me hard.

 

Lifting her face up, I put a soft kiss on her lips. I
felt so good, so soul-soothing, and thirst-quenching that I kissed
her again, and then again.

 

I bent down to take her hand to my lips. Now she
opened her eyes and looked at me with the gimps of solemn
submission. When I looked back, her lips twisted in the longing of
love. With the mouth open, and tongue a little out, she leaned down
and put her lips on my cheek. I let out a low, soft moan, as my
hand went to the back of her hip. She ran her tongue up licking the
corner of my lips. I urged her head down; she lowered her full lips
around my face. Her undulating caress was making me breathe
heavily, and so, I gripped her hair and started licking her cheeks.
The sensation made her eyes roll back into her head, and a moan
came from her lips. I tore my mouth away from hers and kissed a
path down her neck, licking her collar bone, slowly moving
downwards. She arched her back and tangled her fingers into my
hair, keeping her head anchored in place as she let out a little
whimper of pleasure. An amazing and terrific feeling of joy -
really essential to human life!

 

The force was so enormous that one step was leading
another and there was no point to stop at, just dipping down into
ocean. Five minutes had passed. And then for a second, I stopped
and thought that was enough for the first day. I moved a little
away and let her relax for some time. I brought a glass of water
for her; she drank and felt a little comfortable to go home.

 

Though I was committed to managing everything with
panache and raising oomph factor to my profession, yet in the
night, sleeping on the crash-pad was jerking me down into dystopia
without her. Feeling forlorn, before meeting Ameena, I had made my
presence at many knocking shops (brothels) and fondled many erring
sisters (prostitutes), but came back without getting erected on
them. When first time it happened, I was shocked and not able to
perceive whether I was a man. But later on I realized that I was in
the need of a true love to bolster my fortitude and shore up
idiosyncrasy. And Ameena was the only woman for that stand.

 

The duck looks smooth and calm on the top of water,
but under that there is restless pedaling. Nothing is worth without
struggling in real life. The ninety percent happiness of human life
depends upon the nuptial tie. And that’s why marriage is given so
much importance in human society, and so it is full of risks as
well.

 

“Make your target so great that you shouldn’t get
time to waste.” –Anonymous

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

“Learning without thought is labor lost; thought
without learning is perilous.” –Confucius

 

When going gets tough, the tough gets going. In order
to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your
fear for failure. There are not great people in this world, only
great challenges which ordinary people rise to meet. You should try
to get what you like; otherwise, you will be forced to like what
you get.

 

Yes… the last sentence I repeated in my mind when I
woke up the next day. While leaving for home, in the answer of my
last question, she had told that she would come next day as well. I
got into putting things at right place so that it should not look
messy, as I was sure today was the day to start with love and get
into love-making. After getting the morning routine-work done, I
began to wait. She was the one who was going to make my life
complete. It was the time of acid-test to my patience. While
waiting since half an hour before the promised time, I was moving
here and there. She came at two p.m.

 

‘Sit here please.’

‘Why so? Is there anything special today?’

‘Nothing, just like that, I want to talk to you.’

‘OK, tell me.’

 

I knew her nature, and in fact, I knew the nature of
fair sex that they hesitate in taking initiative. This time, she
was not sitting on the chair but the five benches that were placed
together. Leaving no space in between, I sat besides her to observe
her acceptance at point.

 

At times, life brings you on a path that could be
full of dirt and you would not like your feet to land in, but the
facts stated in the introductory lesson keep on reminding you that
you cannot pass your life soaring in the air. The enormity of
difficulties comes up with such a mocking face that the people are
left on the brink of despair exemplifying their own defeat. Their
senses are sealed to make any decision and they are swallowed into
the mouth of colossal milieu.

 

Now before I continue, I would like to say that we
both were in true love and I have no intention to degrade the love
for my popularity. Today also, after ten years, when I remember the
days I passed with Ameena, I feel happy, and that happiness adds
and keeps on adding values to my life. She was true to me and I
respect her today also. Writing about her in this chapter is
definitely a little outgoing, but yes; you are requested to not
consider it in vulgar sense. As this novel is a story of my real
life, excluding this chapter of love-making would make it
incomplete. This is the reason I continue with this…

 

Blessed with ideal beauty, obliging nature and
logical intellect, I felt her portrayed in my front as a heavenly
enticement. The time was well equipped to give us no hindrance to
start kissing. As her quivering lips touched mine, with the
sizzling sensation piercing in hearts, I inserted my tongue into
her mouth. Within a minute, the kisses tuned wild hallucinating
both of us to have cockpit crunch. She drew me a little more
closely and wetting around the cheeks began to suck my lips. It was
giving me a terrific feel encouraging me to associate with her more
and more. I put my lips on her throat and then down below the
cleavage. She was getting overwhelmed with joy. I wanted to go a
little more down, so I put her top off and started kissing. A
mesmerizing and exhilarating touch of her breasts was surpassing
all the bliss I had ever felt in my life.

The domino effect was dominating my novice mind
giving un-alcoholic delirium tremens when I saw her bosom bumping
out of the brassiere. With the licit, legitimate and longing
desire, I put my hand to feel the soothing touch of the flesh. The
sleek, silken and smoothly enigmatic shape inside her bra spurred
my phenomena. I supported her with my hand to lie down, and looking
at her appealing figure I slipped down to her bottom. My
mirage-burnt heart desired more and more, and so, I was placing
kisses at every inch of her body – from boob to belly-button, from
throat to thighs – almost everywhere. And finally, there came a
moment of pause when I reached her G spot. My hand, as it reached
down her floss, it felt a soft touch of her labia majora while
creeping through her pubic symphysis. From the back, I was still
able to see her butt crack intoxicating me to have action gagnée.
Her entire physic crammed up with impulses was enticing me to go
more ferocious with her. I was at the pre-penetrating feel of
ecstasy and orgasm viewing her dazzling beauty with rampant drive
of sex within.

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