'Mum's First Lover' - Harshavardhan C (i love reading txt) 📗

made sure all the windows and doors were closed and screened by keeping her towel, bra and blouse, wherever there were key holes.

Then she pulled my blanket, with which I covered my top to bottom. As I was in complete nude, I was feeling shy to stand before her, though she was my fiancée and better half.

I had all the compliments for the guts and the valour, which the women while exhibiting their pretty sexiest and erotic postures to their hubbies to their utmost satisfaction. That was in fact the beauty and secrecy of sex and for which the whole world was fascinated; as if the entire solar system was rotating around sun, so also the male organism revolve round female organism for procreation on earth.

Initially after experiencing freeze up before her, I was totally upset with my inconsistent behaviour; and finally I concluded that women used to be more glamorous with their tantalising beauty; and men were only to enjoy it and there was nothing much erotic beauty in men except mass and muscles.

On seeing her nude beauty in dazzling light I was thrilled and my internal organs also stimulated to the peak, but I was still under illusions whether I was with Rosaline on bed or not?

She took my pause as I was irreparable and she herself took the lead again and acted like a male verses female; and in one way I was enjoying her proactive sex, but at the end I realised my mistake and her dissatisfaction, and in fact she tried all her ways and means to make me a devil on bed.

I then understood what exactly she was missing.

“I am sorry Rosaline please bear five minutes, I go for wash and come back” I said apologetically; and I decided by setting aside all my illusions and phobias for satisfying her lust or sex with me.

On hearing a positive response from me for the first time, there was splendid joy in her eyes. `

“You are too sexy in nude John” I could hear her compliment while entering the wash room.

 

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The only place where any human beings had privacy and time to think positively was not the pub with grand live dances amidst orchestra, but the wash room, which might be ridiculous to say but practically yes.

In such a place I just recollected what exactly brought down my thirst for sex with Rosaline during the first night.

“We will certainly withhold any amount of torture by Mr. Richards, but we will never reveal your whereabouts John” I read the message in my mobile phone, before Rosaline was sent with a glass of milk into the nuptial suit.

I understood that my parents were under the house arrest by Mr. Richards. Then I tried to ring back to my parents but it was out of calling area.

“Pardon me Rosaline. I could nether tell you that your dad had made my parents captive to fish out our whereabouts. But on the other side you are crazy after sex with me during nuptials, rather urgency to conceive through me so as to create urgent and indelible evidence before your dad.

But as you have rightly pointed out that I am puzzling in myself with fear phobia, and in fact it is true but it is not to disappoint you, I have not revealed you about what has happened to my parents? Now I have decided, let what may come, I declare that we are legally wedded couple. And no force could stop us enjoying and living together” That was all I wanted to tell her in brief.

But when I came back from wash room after five minutes, surprisingly I couldn’t find Rosaline in my suit. I found the door was open and a fleet of vehicles just left the premises of our building.

I saw my mobile and there were more than five missed calls as it was kept in silence and in vibration mode. I immediately saw the inbox for messages.

“Don’t lose your wife under any cost. We are crucifying ourselves unable to bear Mr. Richard’s torture. God bless you my son and daughter in law Rosaline” I just crooked down on reading their dying declaration.

I received a call from police control room that my mum and dad committed suicide on the banks of the river Ganges. What I feared had happened. And I was undone.

After few minutes I came back to normalcy, and thought about my priority.

I straight went to the bungalow of Richard with an unlicensed pistol which was presented to me by one of my friends after our secret marriage, perhaps he visualised the seriousness and aftermath of our secret marriage.

 

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I broke open the door of Mr. Richards and he was sleeping on his bed and I put the pistol to his fore head.

“I beg you Mr. John; and please don’t make me an orphan” And on hearing the feeble voice of Rosaline, I lost grip of my pistol and it fell on the ground.

“Then follow me Rosaline”

“What?” She was not but in fact I was shocked.

“We are newly wedded and we have our home and let us go dear” But I ought to clarify her doubts if any.

“I am sorry what are you talking Mr. John?” She looked as if I was a stranger to her.

“Don’t you remember our nuptials and your stay in my room?” I just tried to remind her as I had little hope that my love was true and the same I expected from her also.

“Sorry, perhaps you have mistaken my stay in your room Mr. John. As my vehicle suddenly broke down I just obliged your request and rested in your room till my vehicle is repaired as you happened to be one of my class mates; but you are taking it a chance and talking nonsense, please leave my home at once John”

“Thanks Rosaline for whatever the reason you have disowned me, but I still feel and treat you as my better half. I pray you rather I beg you to come with me Rosaline and you are my life and everything, and I can’t imagine my future without you Rosaline” I still remember that I kneel before Rosaline and touched her feet like any devotee lay down before their Goddess.

Even the Goddess might bless her devotees but there was not even an iota of sympathy or feelings in Rosaline.

“Till now, I thought it was your dad who was responsible for the death of my parents, but in fact you have really made me an orphan Rosaline. But still my loving heart never believed that you disowned me; and I think it was not your kind and humane heart which hated me, but some force was acting behind you. No regrets and I would fight for you legally till I breathe my last” I said and left their bungalow.

It was my bad luck; and I considered myself as the world’s most unlucky lover and hubby too. I had been fighting and fighting like Sultan Ghazi Mohammed waged war against India 18 times till he won it, and I too, but I failed in my attempts quite miserably.

I thought there was nobody in this universe, struggling for a fiancée and a legally wedded wife for more than fifteen years.

And this was about my love, marriage, and half night nuptials, followed by forever a great divide.

To recollect or to remember my yester years as they were only oxygen for my me to live and lead the most unfortunate lifeless life only, I wrote everything in my diary, whether right or wrong, because I used to read it every day; and I truly admit no fool in this universe ever write about the hours he spent in the nuptials suit with his wife and how many go’s they had.

But by recollecting the everlasting memories, though I lost my heart to Rosaline but still I was living dead” Mr. Johnson concluded.

The ACP Mr. Anirudh referred succeeding pages; but surprisingly he found all the pages were written in his own hand writing only, but not the glossary of day to day information, but the same what he wrote about his love , marriage , half night nuptials, and break up with Rosaline were only copied by him every day since then, as a mad lover.

And there were tears in the eyes of Anirudh; but for him it was the second experience after he himself was experienced the first one when his better half did the same thing in his life.

Further he found another unique thing in Mr. Johnson that he repeatedly wrote every day the same experience not only in one diary in one year, but in fourteen diaries during the succeeding years since the day of his nuptials. It was really a unique think in the world to notice Mr. Johnson, who was mad after love.

As everything should be fair in love and war, but contrary they secreted their love and sacred marriage before her dad. That was perhaps the greatest catastrophe and that brought a great divide between them. He could only conclude and console his soul.

And then as an experienced cop and even at this age of fifty plus also, the ACP failed quite miserably to understand the mind set and psychology of the women in general and especially his teen aged daughter in particular.

Now it reminded him as a parent of a matured girl that how far it was correct on his part to leave her at the house of a boy- friend, who was also in teens. He only trusted Mrs. Rosaline, but a serious doubt was encircling his mind regarding their teen age.

Unnoticingly his parenthood cautioned him to bring his daughter back home at once from the house of Mrs. Rosaline, an untrustworthy fiancée, love, woman of multiple complexes, and finally miss fit as a house wife to Mr. Johnson and Mr. Samarat successively.

He got up and started his car and left his bungalow and drove towards the bungalow of Mrs. Rosaline seriously rather rashly.

 

Chapter: 27

 

Rohit was looking at the lap top.

Honey was on the bed. She was anxiously looking at him.

“What is that you are doing Rohit?”

“I am just looking a film”
“Really”

“Yeah”

“May I know what kind of film? Is it an xxx blue or pornography video?”

“Do you suspect me?”

“Of course, anybody can doubt as you are alone looking at lap top means it must be certainly an xxx film, if not you would have asked me to join, but you haven’t, means I doubted”

“Hang with your bloody doubt”

“Are you scared to come open with your desire of viewing an xxx film before me?

“I need not care anybody, then why should I fear you? Come on you can also see it” So saying he connected it to LED TV.

It was purely an xxx blue film full of nonstop sex among two pairs with different erotic postures. Even middle aged people might also get tempted, and unable to control themselves and go for sexual play at once whatsoever manner it might be. The teen agers definitely get themselves ejaculated and spoil their under wears. It so happened in the case of Rohit also. He felt embarrassed in the presence of Honey.

“It’s okay please go and wash and change your clothes” She put a towel on his shoulder and sent him to wash room.

“Sorry” Rohit came back from wash room and said.

“Why sorry, it’s common among youth. And do you know what makes girls wet? It is only your hungry looks and sweet words.

I too used to get dreams and in my dreams I used to enjoy everything with you and consequently my petticoat used to be spoiled on and often with patches of white discharge; and then I used to bathe in chilled waters to bring down my sexual urge. These