Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

18. Untainted!

12/29/2021

Some things in life are just meant to happen.

13th April 1927

00:00 AM

Location: Shishmahal

"Patibabuuuu...!", She moaned loudly as his semen reached her womb. In his high, as drunk as a skunk, pulverized state he heard that sweet word, which only his Bondita used to say to him. Her hands were still on his back, clutching it tightly, nails sunk in his soft wheatish skin, her eyes closed in pleasure while their bodies were dampened in preparation of enraptured state. 

They were still one...... !!

His eyes shot open in intolerable pain, his mind alert to gauge what was happening around?, where was he?, what was he doing?, and WHY?

"Patibabu!", she breathed again, against his skin.

'What the hell?, no, no, noooo! this is not possible. she can't be his Bondita..... She was safe, safe in London.... doesn't Saudamini informed him in the evening that Bondita's Mama had come to their haveli to inform that Bondita has reached London safely and has started with her studies, She has Thanked them for sponsoring her education.', His all the senses came back the moment he found in what position they were, veins of his brains might burst due to excess blood flow not believing, especially how he dared to do that with a minor girl?, doesn't he had trained his mind to not even stare at any women with other intension regardless of her age, not actually trained but he was born to love only one woman in his entire life and he loved one unconditionally too but was the wrong catch due to circumstances. No..! he can never do that, he can't harm any girl and now when the girl was beneath him was revealed as his Bondita, that doll for whom he was her distant guardian, he was adamant to not let her responsibility go from his hands fully even after the child marriage annulment.                                                                                                                        He was not drunk any more, he was shaken, shaken terribly. 

"Dugga Ma, Please Noooo...!" His cry full of fear and pain.

He got up and his sight grazed over the girl below him. His naked frame stick on her naked self. She simpered, looking pleased may be she was known to his true identity, she remembered he was her Savior and if she could do anything for him in return at least once so that her mortal life's meaning on the earth will be fulfilled and it was fulfilled. She felt his mental pain in her physical pain which seemed so less because how gentle he was with her even when his insides were torn in tiny pieces and he was trying to cloud them by smoke of cigaretts.

She was smiling in gratification. Her eyes glistening.

This was the moment, he felt the shiver of sin, sacrilege throughout his body. His life must end right then, right there. He cannot live with the culpability of making a holy doll unconsecrated. His breathing full of remorse, chocking his throat. His heart sinking each second, almost not beating. His body part's have stopped functioning. His Brain doesn't registering if he found dead in brothel particularly naked what the news about him and his family was going to spread in the society. His corneas dried, his dark brown iris's color fading, his face turning pale white.                                                       

He was tuning into a corpse already.

Just when the Azrael, the angel of death was about to separate his soul from his body. Someone shook him and Azrael has to return without his soul.