Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

33. White Wine, Parijat & Kiss

5/02/2022

🎶जो है देखा वही देखा तो क्या देखा है
जो है देखा वही देखा तो क्या देखा है
देखो वो जो औरो ने ना कभी देखा है
देखो वो जो औरो ने ना कभी देखा है
नैनो से ना हो ऐसा कुछ देखा जाता है
नैना मिचो तो वो सब दिख जाता है
मोहे पिया मिलेंगे मिलेंगे मिलेंगे.....
तोहे पिया मिलेंगे मिलेंगे मिलेंगे.....
तोहे पिया मिलेंगे!! 🎶

27th April 1927

Night 11:23 PM

Location: RC's garden attached to Guest room

Bondita's favorite Roshogullas like sweetness was prevailed in the air.                                                   
He was drinking wine. She was painting his facial features sitting near window. He was puffing the cigarettes. She was inbreathing his love for her, inhaling same sugary fresh air. His eyes were closed reminiscing past incidents they had spent together. Her eyes closed imagining a lovable future together. His soul measuring the corners of paradise. Her soul following him. Their heartbeats busy carefully measuring each mosaic made of sanguine at the proper places to fill the void of happy smile in an iconic art of their togetherness. Their lungs were breathing melodious elation. Their minds busy constructing a small happy place for them selves somewhere in utopia which is not meant for them on the earth in this birth.

They were not so close physically that min but their souls were.

She was gulping the fresh bubbly knots forming each second in her throat as his gorgeousness was intensifying with each sip of wine under moonlight of ongoing April.  White wine's glow was instantly appearing on his skin tinting it in a soft color of rosa majalis. His big frame spectacles on his closed eyes and imported metallic watch adorning his whitish left wrist holding that wine bottle were enough to make her heart skip the beats and top of that him wearing that ivory thin shawl over his pearly white kurta pajama matching his mojari footwear was giving him drop dead gorgeous look. Her heart beating faster imagining that drop dead gorgeous gentleman doing vivid things with her in his own gentle ways.

Stifling a moan taking shelter of her left palm's knuckles, she completed to paint his lips on his half done painting. She was so engaged painting him that she couldn't notice when he had turned his face towards her to behold her aesthetic beauty. Certainly it was the floral breeze's naughtiness which had hushed in his ear, "Someone so chaste there on the window is awake with whom you can cheer Bondita's success celebration.", making him adore his Bondita herself not fluttering his eyelashes even once.

Binitha holding a pen and paper was he had imagined many times and was thinking to give her basic education by the masterji who came to their home for teaching his daughters. But his kaka as always didn't support his decision to educate her and this time he was so furious on her entering his haveli that if Anirudh was not there, he would have burnt her alive for shaking his well-maintained family structure.

Binitha no doubt was utter beautiful but her aesthetic mien portraying his facial feature was something his hazy eyes couldn't blink upon. His heart flitted about inside his chest. Carrying his ravishing persona, his orbs gazing her draped in plane pink saree divine persona, he was talking baby steps towards her. His senses were rippling along her astray hairlock ticking her left cheek's rosy skin and peacock feather softly grazing her right one. Her shimmery, fixed on that paper eyes gave him assumption of that she could feel him advancing towards her without even looking up. Which was true she could feel him through that painting of him on that mere piece of paper.