The Unventured Passions

A Picnic By the River (5)

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There was fun, there was food, and their was unadulterated outpour of fondness... The evening turned into night, and the six soul, as if deserted from the earth, sat around the fire, laughing, chatting and singing to their heart's content.
The three men were intoxicated, and the two women as well, barring Sharmi, and from time and again, their hearts collided along with the gaze of their eyes.
Brojo was blowing kisses in the air for his almost asleep wife, and Anirudh lay on the ground beside Bondita, his head on her lap, and munching peanuts. Sharmila continued playing with the cat, Mukundo sat a little further away from her, as if a little fearful, but keeping an watchful eye on her convenience.

"Awni used to be sooo scared of ghosts in school... My god!"
Brojo laughed out, drawing the context of the conversation they were having.

"Liar... It was you... "
Anirudh objected at once, throwing a small pebble at his friend, and in return a handful of mud came flying at them.

"Oye... Careful... It might get into her eye."
He lifted his hand up to cover Bondita's face immediately, without even looking, and it landed on her breasts instead.

"Barrister Babu..." Bondita pressed her lips and rolled her eyes.

"Alright sorry," Brojo raised both his hand in an apology, and then his eyes shone naughtily once again.
"Now... let the mud make some dough..."
He laughed out loud and splashed a glass of water at Anirudh, making him get up from Bondita's lap at once.

"Brojooo... Damn you!"
Anirudh was drenched a little, and he too laughed... looking around, he picked up a jug full of water, and threw it at him, drenching Brojo and Mukundo at once.

"Why me??" Mukundo's jaws dropped, and before Anirudh could react, he saw Mukundo pick up a bucket of water, and splash it's entire content at them, the intention was to drench Anirudh, but his unsteady hands had made the water rain on Bondita, drenching her completely...

"Holy mother..."
Anirudh stood up at once and picked up some more mud... But, before he could throw it at them, they all stopped as they saw Bondita getting up from the circle awkwardly, and running towards the tent as fast as she could, her feet unsteady, her path ziczac-ed.

"Damn! Go inside brother... She must be mad!!" Brojo huffed and Anirudh gulped, nodding in agreement, and he followed her inside, running in staggered steps.

"Bondi..." Anirudh lifted the cloth door, but then stopped, as infront of him was not his little Bondita, but a women with her sprouted beauty, unwrapping a soaked saree stuck to her slender body. She had always been pretty, but at that moment, Anirudh thought her to be irresistible...her soaked stands of hair, her glowing complexion, and the unnoticed curves of her body beckoned him together... The epitome of beauty, he thought, the enchantress who was born to steal his heart!
Bondita was standing infront of him with an almost bare bosom, without the covering of the saree, and the black blouse was half unbuttoned, giving a full view of her alluring midriff.

"Bondita!" Anirudh gasped, and Bondita turned away, her mind was intoxicated too, and yet more was her heart.

"Go away... " She murmured, and it made him come yet closer.

"Do I have to?"
His voice felt different, and so did his eyes, scanning her body in an unfamiliar gaze, and it was turning her on.