The Wrath of Gammon

Chapter 13

The Wrath of Gammon

Disclaimer: This story is my humble attempt to write a fanfiction of the epic Mahabharata. My intention is not to hurt anyone's sentiment.

Aum Namah Shivay!!

Major Jayant Roy, SM is a fictitious character. Any similarity with any living person is merely a coincidence.

Chapter 13

Rajapura, Kalinga Kingdom, Dwapar Yuga

Jayant/ Duryodhana POV (continues)

She was standing in front of me. Her two deep, beautiful black eyes met my eyes, and I felt my heart rate increasing.

I had never felt something like that in my two lives. In my previous life, while I was in the army, I was not that much of a Casanova type like many other buddies of mine. Actually, I had become more reclusive in this matter after a senior officer of my unit caught in a honey trap by the Pakistani agents. He was a good officer, but his only weakness was beautiful women. This one weakness caught him in a trap. But he was a patriot. So he wrote everything to his superior officer and then shot himself with his sidearm in his house!

"What the hell are you thinking, you fool! This is Dwapar Yuga, who is going to honey trap you?" A voice inside my head spoke to me.

I admit, I was probably looking like a damn fool while standing there, looking at an unknown woman. But, then I somehow calmed my mind a little bit, and looked at her again. It was probably a minute passed when we first saw each other, but it felt like the millennium had been passed.

"Pranipat!" her melodic voice entered in my ears.

She was wearing a beautiful blue dress, with gold and diamond jewelleries. There was a golden platter in her hands, containing flowers, sandalwood paste and other equipment for worship.

"Pra...pra...pranipat!" I somehow crossed my hands to her.

"I was listening to your Tandava. It was like a divine bliss. I was hoping that you can continue forever." She smiled at me. That beautiful smile literally sent shivers in my spine.

"I am just a mere devotee of Mahadev. It's his blessings."

She looked at me for a moment then took a small sweet from his platter. She held her beautiful hand to me.

"Here, take this. This is the Prasad of Mahadev. I have finished my worship and heading out. Then I heard your chant and I cannot move away."

I tried to take the sweet from her beautiful hand, but then a little finger of mine touched her skin. I felt like a shock in my hand, which started from there and spread to my whole body in a moment. But I was not alone. She felt that too.

"Have you felt that too?" She asked in a shocked but soft voice.

I could only nod.

"Your finger, it was so hard! It felt like, I was touching a diamond!"

I mentally scolded myself, and willed for my body became normal. Then I held my right hand to her again. She understood my gesture and slightly touched my hand with her soft, flower-petal like fingers.

"It's still hard, but not as before.", Then she giggled to me and turned. I saw her walking away from me. Her figure was so perfect; her skin was so soft, so smooth; her curvy body was so beautiful; the smell coming from her was heavenly; her lips were so soft; her chest and hips were so perfect.

"Damn you Jayant! Damn you to the deepest hell! You just met her, and you started thinking about her body! What happened to you? Do you even remember where are you standing?" I mentally scolded myself. Then I again went in front of Mahadev and bowed to him, silently asking for forgiveness for my deeds.