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

unanimous decision with full clarity and perfect maturity.

“Okay my dear children; and if you both are firm in your stand we are also equally firm and let us not debate in public. We will think it later as what shall we do tomorrow?” Anirudh took the lead and said.

“Dad please change your clothes and get ready for marriage with mum” Honey handed over a dhoti (Indian traditional wear) and a towel to him.

“You crazy, I told you we will think and decide tomorrow and what is urgency now?” Anirudh shouted her.

“No dad please oblige us as we both have decided to do your marriage in the presence of the deity of this temple only and now we have auspicious time for wedlock”

“Are you mad or what Rohit? Do you think it is a film to do whatever you like?” Anirudh tried to convince him.

“I am sorry sir, we have decided and stand by it only, let what may come” He proved herself as a very tough boy.

Anirudh couldn’t speak to him further. But I was very much annoyed with his rude behaviour.

“Shut up, you bloody fool. What do you think of yourself Rohit? He is an elderly man and a senior cop; and is it the way to talk to him? Don’t think that you are independent, and still you are kids and dependents and you ought to follow his instructions only and let us go home first” I became serious and said finally.

“Sorry sir, if you don’ accept our proposal and get ready for marriage, we have decided to leave home; and you may please dissert us now itself as orphans sir” Rohit brought pressure over him and said.

In spite of my admonishing him also, Rohit was firm in his stand.

Mr. Anirudh and I became stale on hearing their final decision. We looked into our eyes each other. But we couldn’t find any alternative at that moment. There was certainly the generation gap between our children and us. The present generation was so firm in their likes and dislikes and so also of their commitments.

Honey put a red bindi in the centre of the his forehead and a black dot on the right cheek of his dad and gave him dhoti and towel, whereas and Rohit put me block dot on my left side chin gave me a shawl as symbol of preparing us as bride and bridegroom as a formality.

We both were upset with their unilateral decision and their firm stand, besides they were preparing us as bride and bridegroom for marriage, which was supposed to be done to our children by us. But now we were decorated with bridal wear and makeup and we were just standing like statutes.

But still I couldn’t believe and I thought that either it was only a hallucination as what all I experienced was rather a joke I heard from our children. Otherwise how could it happen? Once they were deep lovers and bed mates; and how could all said and done they changed their minds and took a U turn?

I became a silent spectator; and standing like an accused as if I made a blunder in front of Anirudh for his judgement.

Anirudh observed me from top to bottom without any hesitation, perhaps he treated me as a bride ready for betrothal.

And also I felt little embarrassed in front of my children. In fact we were moving close for the last four years but never we had any such feelings nor to face such a cumbersome situation.

“I am okay my children, but it seems your mum is freeze up. Please ask her whether she likes me and accepts me for marriage or not?” Anirudh finally used his triumph card and asked them; and to my surprise he peeped into my eyes.

I then understood his looks and feelings towards me; perhaps he was expecting my reply. But I was literally freezing up with his last words; and I couldn’t understand what did the words ‘like’ and ‘acceptance’ mean?

I doubted whether he was asking my acceptance for love or physical union or for both; and for something else in the name of marriage may be for lust? I was still in dilemma and puzzling myself.

I thought that it was for the first time, and no where it so happened that children were pressurising the widowed mother and widower father to remarry in their presence, that too when once the latter had become majors by sacrificing their love.

The children were requesting me again and again. I was little annoyed on seeing their anxiety.

It seemed Mr. Anirudh observed my silence; and finally he found out the reason for my irritation.

“I think your mum was feeling discomfort with your pressure; and maybe she doesn’t like me and also to marry me; and my dear children please don’t obligate her unlike her dad” Anirudh said suggestively.

Now I understood very well that he was not only smart but also an intelligent cop who knew everything about everybody whom he came across.

And I was confused for the first time in between love and like; and in between marriage in teens and a widow remarriage and rather a third marriage , especially when he doubted me whether I like him or accept him or not?

All were eagerly awaiting my reply.

But, I felt that for the third time I was missing to welcome a gentleman into my life, might be out of confusion or did I failed to take instant decision? I didn’t know whether I was gaining or losing if I accept their proposal.

And I was severely warned by myself consciousness. I thought for a while; and found out the reality that if I miss this chance, forever I would be missing it in my life; and then not only my children but even Anirudh would misunderstand me.

I then felt as if I were thrown out of ventilator into space. For the first time I feared to be deserted once for all in this wonder world. I didn’t wish to become an orphan forever.

And I took a decision instantly, might be hastily.

But did I really enjoy my marriage with Mr. Anirudh? It was time alone that can decide my fate.

 

Chapter: 34

    Mr. Anirudh looked at wall clock; and he got up from the bed, but I pulled him over me and he laid on me; and I kissed him once again and pressed his head to my breast. I didn’t know how many times I did so. But I only remember that I didn’t sleep throughout the night and kept him restless. But still I wanted it again and again; perhaps I enjoyed conjugal happiness after seventeen years.

It was my third nuptials in my life ever since I attained puberty, first time with Mr. Johnson at my student age in the college and secondly with Mr. Samarat. But what I had with Johnson was under infatuation; and what Samarat did during nuptials was really an unforgettable nightmare for any spinster. But now I never had any painful feelings, though I was mother of a nineteen years boy.

“Please wait Rosaline, it is already 0900 hrs, and children will laugh at us” Anirudh requested me as a sensible partner.

“Don’t forget it is our honeymoon Anirudh; and in fact our children only arranged it” I said sill in hungry for not to forgo the heaven of joy.

“I just say good morning to children and come back dear” So said he got down the bed.

I laughed at him. He was still dozy, as I never allowed him to sleep throughout the night except in between the intervals while enjoying sex with him. Perhaps I was younger than him by at least ten years and that might be the reason why I became pro active on bed. I only believed in practicality that there shouldn’t be any shy or censure in between wife and husband, especially when conjugal relation was concerned.

He looked down and found himself completely nude. His shot and T- shirt are with me. He took out bed sheet and covered himself. I threw his short and T shirt on him.

He caught them and dressed himself and while leaving the room he pulled my bed sheet and found me nude. To my surprise I couldn’t find my night gown. Now it was his turn to tickle me.

“Anirudh where do you secret my night gown?” I just screened my body with a white towel and requested him.

He nodded his head as no.

“Please, I was embarrassed to face you in nude in day light Anirudh” I said in low voice.

I was feeling shy, as I could not digest the fact that it was really my first night with Anirudh, after leading more than one and half decades of widowhood ever since the death of my husband, Mr. Samarat; and my first night experience for three days and nights during my nuptials with him or one night with my classmate and fiancé Mr. Johnson. And I had both emotions and feelings; but finally I had the sweetest attachment with Anirudh.

But, he was a matured man, besides an intelligent cop; and he knew women’s psychology; and for him knowing about a widow like me was nothing. He could very well understand me that I was feeling shy as it was our first night. Later he brought my night gown from the cupboard; perhaps he secreted it when I went to wash room.

I expected he would throw it to me. But he didn’t.

“Come dear, take your gown” Instead he said, but he was away from me.

For the first time, I was feeling nervous to be seen nude by my hubby. Generally where there was love and affection there would be preferably shy and frigidity, which was in fact the secret behind love, but not in lust. I was really feeling something odd at this age with my little fatty body.

“No please, sorry, leave me Anirudh and I look ugly in nude you know”

“But I am certifying that you are simply marvellous Rose. In fact you are the God’s gift to me at fifty plus” Anirudh complimented me.

“Really” I couldn’t believe his flattery and said.

“Do you really like me dear?” Anirudh asked me rather suspected my simplicity.

“Why do you doubt me Anirudh? Whether you believe it or not, I couldn’t say simply ‘I like you’, but I prefer to say more than that or even both ‘I like you’ and ‘I love you’.

And finally, I am thankful to the almighty, who blessed me with everything today to have a strong and forever human bondage between us as husband and wife with wonderful children. I thank you Anirudh for you have created in me a little hope to live” I couldn’t control my emotions and spoke to him openly; and my feelings came out, while tears rolled in my eyes.

“Why are you emotional Rose? I am your legally wedded hubby and you have got every right to live happily and continue to enjoy with me till I breathe my last” He also said emotionally.

“I am really blessed in the second part of my life Anirudh. What I have lost; and thought forever I am deprived off the conjugal happiness, it is reimbursed through you, the God sent man” I have no words to express my joy to him.

I then thought for a while that why should I secret my erotic beauty, after all whatever I had was only to make my beloved and handsome hubby, Anirudh to experience the heaven of joy; and then I walked not in shy, but with feminine grace not once, but many a times as he was moving one end to another end of the room to his utmost satisfaction.

And the final result of course was that he again got tempted and immediately he took me to the bed, not for simply to kiss