Severed

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The warmth of the rising sun embraced the earth and there inside the small room full of glorious deity frames, doing the aarthi ringing the ghanta she chanted the mantras in sincere devotion.
Adjusting her pallu, sat with her legs hands cross eyes closed whispering some inaudible prayers to her goddess Durga, an epitome of fearlessness.

Feeling satisfied got up and exhaled, instantly shivered as his coarse hand slipped under her saree just little above her midriff while his other hand smoothly glided on her cleavage, and resting his chin on her right shoulder, his nose fondling on her soft cheek inhaling her fresh smell.
"Patibabu..." she sprang in his arms adrupty yet remained confined in him,
"Bonditaa..." he whined curling down his lips, she felt ineludible at the loss of verity.

Standing back of her, nestling his body against hers, "Bondita... sirf ek bar... aour," she felt her heart pounding hard against her chest though his vicinity was so enticing and weakening her, the strong fragrance of the sandalwood incense sucked in drifting her to the actuality.

Instantly squirmed, anxiety inside her flaring up and she griped in irk, "Kya patibabu? Mein yehaan itni pareshan hoon aur aap..."
Tensed, holding her hands turned her and pulled towards him, discerning fret on her aesthetic face, "Kya huha Bondita... kis baat ki tension ho rahi ho? Sab teek toh hai na,"
Shaking her head sideways, "Nahi patibabu... kuch teek nahi hai."
Leaving her hands, caught her shoulder and vibrating, "Kya? Kya teek nahi. Kya huha?"
"Pariksha ki nathija..." she sighed in wistfulness.
Stepping back he gaped her top to bottom as she remained perplexed, and soon began to guffaw.
Feeling rediculed moving closer shook him, "patibabu... has kyun rahe?" was too annoyed with his bursting.

Drinking the miffed beauty in front of him, gulped and his hands caught hers, his intensely enraged eyes boring deep into hers and atlast the slight lewd flick of their obscene front against each other.... allured them.
His actions overpowering her senses causing the unusual tingles in her nerves while her exigency to his pressure excited and jolted his insides.

Stooping over her perilously in sedate, "Mere saraswathi ko dar hona chahiye kya? Woh kudh uttam joh hai...."
His words barely got registered in her mind as she was more involved in his ministrations that was magically working and diminishing all her fright.
He smirked in exultant feeling her loosen, thus tending downwards nuzzling on her neck placed a soft osculate on her sentient skin over there, she gasped "patiba....." feeling stirred up.

"Onnirudho...." hearing the simple bawl both bounced back in agitation and realizing their vulnerable state inside the small room of divinity, swallowed.
As Bondita rushed out he too followed with an exasperated face,
"Onnirudho... yeh lelo Tulsipur se yeh lifafa ayee hai. Tere liye." Arvind said handing over the envelope to him.
As both father daughter duo gawked at him, his face lit up as his eyes perusaled the paper.

With a broadened smile squeaked, "Meine kaha na.. kaha na... tum uttam ho. Meri Bondita sach mein atti uttam hai. Tumne pure vidhyalay mein aval ayee ho, pure vidhyalay mein..."
"Kyaaa? Shotti patibabu." She squealed back and as he nodded startling him she sprung into his arms, "Aapne kar liye, aap jeet gaye, safal ho gaye safal ho gaye. Hai na patibabu?" stroking her head, "Tum Bondita, tum jeet gaye ho, tumne muje jeet dilayee aur yeh sab tumari mehnat ka fal hai. Sirf tumhari."
Releasing, shaking her in excitement, "Shabash Bondita. Bravo. I am proud of you" both their eyes glistening, also Arvind brimmed admiring them feeling fortunate to witness and cherish their success.

"Good Morning, Good morning, Good morning......" the simple greeting intact with the intelligible british accent had transmuted her momently gaiety into trepid indignation.
Her body trembled in angst, widened eyes blinked rapidly trying to believe the occurrence a lie, dreaded as her brain flashed the awful past, the nasty she wishes to forget every night, the horrendous her heart yearns to erase from her life. The rising presentiment alarming her, instantly hid herself behind her husband her fingers swirled around his arms who was baffled at her adruptness.

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