There was once a beautiful woman ( Ek Hasina Thi) Chapter 1

Chapter 5

 The man was half submerged in the Hoogly river, his hands in front of him in a traditional namaste, his head faced upwards, his eyes closed. He seemed to be in a trance, the long thick white thread going through his shoulders and down to his hips. A small boy stood beside him, his head coming to the man's ribs, his hands clutching the exposed skin of the man's chest, looking with awe at the sky overhead.

Shaurya's face followed the boys and as his head turned towards the sky, he could see what the boy was looking at. The sky overhead was grey with specs of white cotton in it. It was starting to grow darker grey at the horizon, but at the rising Sun casted beautiful colours at the sky. It was a kaleidoscope of colours ranging from red to pink to orange to a beautiful warm yellow. As the Sun peaked through the colourful clouds, the small boys eyes grew wider and the man's smile grew bigger.

Shaurya felt envy for the man and his son for a few seconds. Being happy at the smaller things in life was not something that he possessed, and for a moment he wished he did. Maybe, then his life wouldn't be so complicated. He turned back from the duo, as if ashamed that he was watching them, though they were far enough to not notice anything.

Shaurya continued walking along the pebbled road of Strand Garden, his gaze falling on the almost empty garden, his eyes searching through the garden.

If he closed his eyes and listened carefully, he could hear the sounds of the dhaks playing in the background in the nearest pandal. It was a beautiful sound, pure and serene and he found great pleasure and calm in it. After all today was Saptami, as whole Kolkata was waking up from their sleep in the bustling city, his eyes searched through the trees and the benches to the glittering silver of the Howrah bridge.

The lampposts along the side of the road were still on, the air was cold and a slight breeze made Shaurya regret not wearing warmer clothes. He had long since abandoned jogging, the headphones were carelessly hanging from his broad shoulders. To anyone else at that place, Shaurya Goenka would look like a picture of sin, black messy hair on his head, his blue eyes bright and beautiful, promising dark sinful things. The dark smooth colour of his skin contrasted with his eyes, giving him an exotic appearance. The muscles on his lean tall body bulged with power, as his pink pouty lips opened to take breaths through his mouth. A woman sitting on a lone bench in the garden followed the young man with an intense lustful gaze.

Any other day, Shaurya would have reacted. He would have sat back down with her, flirted with her and if he had seen fit, touched her slyly on the face, tracing his finger down to her breasts. After all she was beautiful.

But today was not any day.

As Shaurya walked over to a more secluded part of the garden, from where the Howrah Bridge could be clearly seen, he felt soft footfalls coming from behind him.

He turned back around to a beautiful sight.

Durga Chatterjee was jogging the small length of the pebbled road, her light blue headphones in her ear, her eyes on the dazzling sunset on the auspicious river. Shaurya took it as an excuse to study her beautiful profile as she closed the distance between them.

Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, exposing the smooth coloumn of her neck, the black wavy curtain bouncing with her. Her face was as beautiful as he had remembered, even more so he thought. Her big brown eyes were trained to the left of her and Shaurya hoped for her to grace him with her beautiful gaze. Her nose upturned, her lips pulling up in a dazzling smile, she was the epitome of beauty and innocence. But Shaurya's gaze was anything but innocent. His eyes fell on her heaving breasts as they moved when she jogged. His lustful gaze fell down to her slim waist and her long shapely legs as they were tightly encased in black leggings. He never found a chance to appreciate her legs for they were covered in a saree, but now he could see them and he wanted them. He wanted her body bad, he wanted her bad.

Shaurya was glad he had worn loose fit pants otherwise, he would have embarrassed himself in front of this innocent beauty.

As she drew closer to him, he could see the sweat on her brows and the soft sheen of sweat on her upper lip. He had a sudden wicked thought of licking away the sweat and he ran his tongue over his lips. He drew a breath laced with her unique scent, smoke and spice mixed with a small floral scent, probably jasmine and he drew in a deep breath to calm himself down.

" Durga!" his deep baritone voice rang out and Durga's face whipped to face him. Her brows drew in a deep frown as she stopped in front of him.

Shaurya stepped towards the beauty, smiling innocently though his thoughts were anything but innocent.

He imagined Durga's surprise, then her coy smile as she recognized the most eligible bachelor, probably she would blink her eye lashes and look at him through half lidded eyes. Or maybe she would come closer to him and run a hand down the middle of his chest. His eyes twinkled at how fast he could have her, have her in his bed, writhing in pleasure, screaming his name.

But none of that happened.

Instead she looked at him if she couldn't place him. Shaurya's smile slowly subsided as he realized that she had forgotten him.

Forgotten him? Shaurya Goenka?

For a few seconds Durga struggled to place him. As Shaurya's anger started peaking, her voice said his name.

" Shaurya right?"

For a moment Shaurya thought that she was joking, maybe pulling his leg. But it was impossible to fake the uncertainty in her voice as she said his name.

Through red hot anger flowing through his veins, Shaurya nodded his head at her. She in return smiled, her lips spreading to reveal straight rows of white teeth with a small gap between the two front incisors. He was momentarily stunned before shaking his head at disgust.

What was about her that pulled him to her so much?

Durga started jogging again before looking back and gesturing towards Shaurya.

"Aren't you coming?" She smiled before jogging away. Shaurya was momentarily in a trance with the sway of her butt before tearing his gaze away and jogging quickly towards her.

Damn she was perfect, he thought as he caught up to her, seeing her expel short breaths from her pouty lips. He wanted to pull her to the side and ravish her right then and there. His anger had mysteriously ebbed down but his ego had taken a huge hit and he promised to never make her forget him again.

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Hey guys, it's Ipsita! I hope you like my story. I am an amateur writer and I know there are many mistakes in this story. I will be glad if you point them out to me. Leave comments as to what you would like to see in the next chapter. What do you think Shaurya is going to do now? How do you think he is going to achieve his goal? Who is Durga Chatterjee? What would Shakshi and Rajnath do next?

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