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“Mum’s first lover”
an erotic love story
Harshavardhan.C
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Published in 2017
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‘Mum’s First Lover’
an erotic love story
Harshavardhan.C
Prologue
It is difficult to define the word ‘Love’. But it is quite but natural that everybody will fall in love one day or other.
‘Love me dear’, the three small but beautiful words which are spell out emotionally with a good feel for a great pleasure.
It symbolizes just like the Eskimos who have many different words to describe the different kinds of snow, which often they experience; and so also love can be a kind of beautiful experience.
Love truly means fondness, liking, attachment, affection, friendliness, cordiality, devotion, warmth, adoration, infatuation, desire, longing, worship, savour, admire and so on so forth.
The world knows very well since when do the men and the women fall in love? It is very well understood that when once they have experienced sweet memoires of their souls meeting each other, before they know that they are made for each other.
And it is as certain as the existence of the universe that everyone should fall in love or experience the thrill of the three little, but beautiful words ‘I love you’ as long as human journey continues in this wonder world.
Love means bliss while attaining through spiritual unity, but certainly something much greater than lust and physical unity. But one thing is universal in love as far as human feelings and emotions are concerned.
From Elizabethan stage to the silver screen, great many wars, battles, crusades and conspiracies have been depicted as if they have really happened only for love, whatever might be the cause and effect.
Any attempt either by the writer or by the film maker while depicting a love story, definitely reminds the reader or the viewer either of the two extremities, one happy end and the other one of course tragic end.
Love can’t be called true love unless there should be fair understanding between two souls. Love never be called true love if it is one side, half hearted, jealous and selfish. ‘Love’ means love in true spirit, because it is undoubtedly true and pure; and is meant for sacrifices of the one for the other.
In fact the word tragedy is coined only when true love ends in failure. The dead in the war become martyrs in one’s own country, where as in the story of love, the death of the lovers remain in the world forever as a classic love.
And the word erotic love is the product of the final stage of lust for sexual enjoyment. Then it poses a challenge to the true lovers as will it stand the scrutiny of ‘love’?
No true love/lover will accept it. Then what exactly love means? Please read and feel the thrill of love.
Chapter: 1
It was not just a story of my son, Master Rohit, which I was recollecting.
“Mum I have seen a pretty girl in my class and she is nice and I hope you permit me to befriend her” Rohit asked me quite anxiously.
Rohit was aged fifteen; and he was only son to me. I became widow when he was hardly two years and since then we were living with my dad.
When I was about to leave home for college Rohit put to me an embarrassed question. Of course I didn’t take it serious and so I didn’t respond to him.
“Mum please” He again asked me, perhaps with a fond hope of getting green signal from me.
I said “no”
“Then I will be happy if you swift me to boys’ school Mum” He said seriously.
It seemed he was hurt. He was doing his 10th standard in a corporate school. In sports and in academic line he was doing exceptionally well.
Always he used to come first in his school, both in sports and in studies. He was quite frank and used to express openly everything whether it were his needs or necessities.
But now to my surprise he had asked me permission to befriend a girl of adolescent age and he himself being an adolescent.
I had a doubt whether he had clarity and thorough knowledge about what he had asked me?
I couldn’t understand his intention whether it was really for making friendship with the girl or was he in love with her or did he ask my permission for something more than that?
I was seriously thinking about his desire whatsoever it might be.
And he was anxiously looking at me for my reply. “Don’t you have boys in your class Rohit?” “Yes mum, mine is a co-education”
“Then why do you want to make friendship with a girl but not with boys Rohit?” I put to him.
“As boys are elder than me and also they are more jealous and rough; but the girls are younger than me and are polite and that is the reason why I want to make friendship with Honey”
“Why are you so fond of Honey? And why don’t you choose the best from others?”
“No, she is the best mum. Of course there are few more girls in my class and they are only my classmates; but Honey is something special for me”
“Why special? Is she the one and the only gorgeous girl in your class? And do others are only average?” I put him in a quandary.
“I don’t know what exactly beauty means mum, but I think beauty includes intellect, good culture, well manners, kind heart and I could find all these qualities in Honey”
In fact it was not that easy even for adults like me to answer what exactly beauty means? But he gave a novel answer by properly discriminating between the physical beauty which was only time bound from soul and its inner beauty which was ever lasting.
And then I was confused as what he asked was not a thing to be bought in the supermarket or borrow it from somebody, but it was certainly the honour of a girl.
Rohit by and large was an innocent boy; and as a mother I alone brought him up. I might fail to guide him properly, or taught him about social relations; and for the first time I was feeling the absence of his dad from this world.
“I am sorry to put you in puzzle mum; and it is not so urgent, you may think and tell me later” He just said and left for his school.
I was still thinking. After all what did he ask me? He was very frank and fair in requesting me for permission to make friendship with a girl of his choice.
I never knew or experienced earlier as any boy or girl asking prior permission of their mum or dad to make friendship with a fiancé or fiancée.
Then I had a doubt as to why this wonderful boy had only selected a girl friend at this adolescent age? Why did he not prefer to make friendship with a boy?
I came out from my bungalow to attend to my job, but still my thoughts were revolving round his dream girl.
Did he love the girl and asking my permission to proceed further at this adolescent age?
For any sensible mother it was definitely a painful question; and any mother of fifteen year’s boy couldn’t expect that he would dare ask such a question directly his mum or dad.
Both as a mother and also as a teacher if it were somebody I would have certainly cut him to size. But for me he happened to be my only son and on whom I had so many expectations.
When I was seriously thinking, Rohit suddenly returned home few minutes after his departure. And I found him searching for something in my room.
“What are you searching for Rohit?” I expressed my doubt.
He said that he was searching for car keys.
“You are still minor and not issued driving licence. I never allow you to take risk Rohit and sorry the car keys are with me” I said seriously.
“If not for me, why have you purchased the second vehicle mum?” He retaliated very sharply.
“It is true, but not for a school going boy like you, but certainly I present you when you complete plus two and join in professional course”
“Okay mum I will take my bicycle, which needs no licence for peddling I suppose”
“Rohit are you heckling me?”
“Sorry mum I am not”
“Then why don’t you go by your school bus?”
“Of course, but today is the birth day of Honey. She invited me for lunch and I will go as a beggar on my old bicycle” He said in humiliation.
I could guess that he was seriously hurt; and he just reversed the host and replied me seriously.
“Do you want money?” I understood his need and asked him straight.
He didn’t respond to me at once. It was not a new thing for the parents as children on and often get themselves hurt only when they were subjected to financial restrictions.
“Tell me Rohit” As I was getting late, I again asked him hurriedly.
“Yes mum”
“Do you want to purchase a gift to her?”
“Yes of course”
“What gift you want to present to her?”
“I don’t know mum, and it depends on how much you give to me”
“It’s okay, but what I suggest you is that it is better for you to take her to shopping mall and ask her to choose whatever she likes” I said and gave him my credit card.
“Thanks mum” He took the card and brought his bicycle from the garage.
“Rohit do you want to take your fiancée for a joy ride in your car?” I understood his feelings and said.
He didn’t answer me.
“It’s okay Rohit and the rule is relaxed for this day; and you take the car keys, drive the car carefully and come home early”
“Thank you my sweet mum; and you always notice my interests” He said emotionally and took the car keys.
I could see him driving the car jubilantly and even better than me.
Chapter: 2
It was a beautiful bungalow of Mr. Anirudh, an Assistant Commissioner of police, a senior cop in the city with a high profile, known for his exceptional integrity, courage, hard work, and duty minded, besides steadfastness.
He was getting ready with a tailor made and perfect uniform and its accessories to go to his office. Though he crossed fifty, he was looking like a directly recruited IPS probationer. People never believed that he was the father of a girl of fifteen years old.
“Daddy I am ready” Honey said jubilantly.
“Happy birth day Honey and I am sorry I have to attend an important meeting headed by Home Minister and the Director General of police; and if you don’t mind I will leave the car and the driver for you and you can purchase whatever you want. And I have also arranged everything for your birth day party in the night at our home; and the decoration and other things will be looked after by the event manager, Miss. Amrin and you can invite all your schoolmates, teachers and whomever you want. If you are not satisfied with the arrangements at our bungalow, I will arrange it in a star hotel, what do you say?”
“Enough, I don’t want anything dad” She was upset as he couldn’t attend her birth day party being otherwise engaged.
“I know you are hurt baby, and so shall I leave my job once for all and join your school as a teacher and spend most of my time in your company?” He said to cajole her.
“No dad, I know that your priority is duty and I will adjust this time, but not always and you please make note of”
“Okay
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