Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

35(II). The Sinful Night

5/18/2022

We all are like the bright moon; we still have our darker side.

28th April 1927

Night 09:13 PM

Location: Bondita's Mama-Mami's hut (Devipur)

Few held back tears in his tear ducts now were silently running down his cheeks.

"Ami tomake bhalobashi, onek onek bhalobashi Binitha." He muttered. Closing the gaps between their lips virtually.

And that is when cloud (Bondita) approved the earth's (Anirudh's) request to quench its thirst by showering abundance of water (love) filled inside the fluffy clouds (her cloudy heart).

The clouds started heavy downpour on the earth. It was rejoicing. The earth did not believe its luck and started to contain all the water (embrace cloud's love) inside herself.

The torn roof started to leak and wet his right half of the body profusely, he remained seated there watching her without fluttering his eyelashes. The smoke of cigarette his lips and nostrils skillfully blowing other side so that it doesn't fade the beautiful scenery lying on the floor. 'Love, care, arrogance, anger and desires all at once were trying to overpower his composer.' But he was just busy admiring her from afar in running rain drizzles and starry night.

Iss qadar pyar hai
Tumse aye humsafar
Chandni narm si
Raat ke honth par

The water coming from the window was now getting absorbed in her clothes. Her black saree started to hug her frame teasing Anirudh, not getting enough hint of jealousy from him, to tease him more the water dared to drench her completely, now attending her beautiful silky mane.

Instead of insisting him to get up from the wet soiled floor the water disturbed her sleep. She sat up on the floor on the feel of sogging touch of her saree. Taking some time to acclimatize in the surrounding she found him sitting there topless, smoking, delirious dark desires flooding in his smoking red rimmed eyes.

A sharp tickling chill rose in her nervous system. He looked deviously comfortable in scary rainy night. She tried to read his orbs creasing her brows together forgiving his mistakes momentarily. She was taking slow steps towards him. He still continued to smoke savoring the cigarette from heavy waterfall. Flinching her sticking pallu in the air she halted her steps a little far from him.

His sharp intellect measuring every emotion erupting inside her along with wet curves of her enticing body swaddled in black. He breathed deep once, wiping the tiny sweat beads settled on his forehead and continued to smoke meeting her gaze. "Barrister babu!" She called him, softly touching his right shoulder sitting beside him. "Come inside."

He finished the last puff of the cigarette. Throwing the butt aside quickly, he pulled her sitting frame closest to him by her waist. She gasped on the touch of his ardent rough clasp. Now the rain was drenching them both under the torn roof.

Teri nadaaniyaan
Meri gustakhiyaan
Mili toh yun judi
Ke bheege raat bhar.

"No, 'I' a non-respectable person doesn't deserve such exquisite care you are offering." He remarks chilling, she trembled as he encircled his arms fully around her exposed back. "If there is no respect, no love and faith in between a man and woman, who will be sharing a small dark room together in the dark stormy night, there are chances they may end up performing one-night stand and then tomorrow you will blame me I treated you as a prostitute, played with your emotions, your beautiful body." His words absolute sarcasm to her own previous sharp stabbing words. His touch so gentle contradictorily. The way his heaving chest was brushing her softness was making it hard for her too even breath. She could sense his eyes were closed. His lips just a thread's width distance away from the supple skin of her nape, waiting for her counter reply, expecting it to be a good tark.