Bloods that flows in veins

(This is my another try in fiction this is a female’s story, ofcourse fictional one but trying to potray the reality of society the otherside of society , male and female relationship….nothing related to personal lives of anyone )

The story is updated…

Actually while thinking to write this story I remember the legendary story of Pashuram, who is supposed to the incarnation of Lord Bishnu. Pashuram who cut his mother into two halves just obeying the order of his father, Jamadagni Rishi….

The crime was she was late to bring water because she watched the gods with their wives playing in the water……wondering about herself and the Rishi her husband…

Here it goes……………………….

Shika, swings in her swing that Drishya hung in their terrace four years ago that is rusty now. Shika loves it as always. Feelis it like it were four years ago, but she is alone today unlike yesterday and day before yesterday…like the previous year and the previous one.

Remembers the days when they used to spend hours swinging in it like Radha and Krishna. They were in deep love and it was love that determined everything. Those were the begning days of their blissful life. The life that Shika loved it unlike anything. The like that she wants now too.

“Madam” …..tea here, says Kamala, the maid in the house.

“Put it there cant you see I am busy here”, says Shika. ( But what she is busy in …thinks Kamala )

She is gazing at her N75 mobile phone, which was gifted by Drishya before last two years. She wants call, wants to hear the lovely voice that she only knows how much she longs for it. Her burning passion in the veins..the hot blood that are flowing in her veins. The eyes are becoming red and red. The heat of sun is so less than the heat that is burning inside her. But does anyone know this, does Drishya knows this….that that..

Drishya, has forgotten to call her…and that hurts her more and more.

(She picks the tea cup that is left by Kamala but throws it away immediately. Runs away in her room and closes the door.)

 Kamala hurriedly  calls Drishya and informs that madam has again got an “attack”.  “Leave her as she is…let her do what she can…”,Drishya says.

Kamala then tries to convince Shika that Sir, has called her and asked about her. But would Shikha believe….After an hour she opens the door…finds Kamala beside the door …Kamala gives her pills recomended by Doctor…that makes Shika immediately sleep.

Would she like to sleep alone……

Shika wokes up finds Biwas has arrived from his school . Its few days that he has been admitted to the kindergarten school. Biwas wants to speak with his mother…but Mother…Mother..she doesn’t preserves any feelings of motherhood…Does she has the feelings that makes her feel something female…

Since the last conception she is sleeping alone and its been three years.  This is known by ony two , Shika and Drishya. They sleep together, separated by the breathing but…they are not together by their feelings…Don’t know why Drishya has lost the feelings but would Shikha forget…those especial hours…

Drishya, see do I look beautiful in this pink sari  I am going to wear this today…in Sunaina’s engagement…I must say she would be looking more and more beautiful…

“Well, ask your heart…and you are no more beautiful”, says Drishya.

The passion fades away again….Shika throws away…the Sari..but mandatory is she needs to go there at the party…

Shika, wears another sari..and went with Drishya and Biwas in Sunaina’s engagement.

Drishya, has put his arm over her..while walking..Shika feels wow…says I think I look more beautiful in this one..Drishya is catching her hand…others are seeing them..everyone is seeing them.

Wow…what a nice couple….she hears comment…

Sunaina says that “Shika wow you look beautiful with Drishya like this..”

Are they beautiful couple…she asks herself several times in the party.

Shika hears..Drishya saying how beautiful his wife is, how much he loves her..and how much good wife she is…

Shika is feeling the blood moving in her veins passionately…and she suddenly charms up….The passion is in her eyes…her heart beating faster and faster…..the trembling lips..the palpitating heart…the tearful eyes….

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They arrive home…Biwas went with Kamala….

They went to their room…..Drishya..throws her in bed….pulls her hair…beats her in her belly…doesn’t lets her to shout..in help…pulls her hair…Shika wonders…was the party dream…a sweet dream…She is unable to distinguish between the moment before and after.

Where the passion flows now??…she is given the doses of sleeping tablets now…recommended by Drishya…

Would Shika be able to think anything….

( The story would be completed in next post )

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Let me tell you a story !!! _ II

With the approval of parents the marriage was fixed. It was an affluent marriage ceremony as Binay’s father had aspired. The cars flooded in Samragi’s small house during their wedding, it was an achievement for her parents that she was married to such a high-class rich family. All were happy, Binay was happy to make his dream reality for the achievement of one of his achievement. But for Samragi something was missing and she was still confused to have believed in her faith and Binay so much.

It was too early, too early for both to have taken such a decision. They were too young for each other.

Life moved on, the rituals to be followed, the number of family’s and relatives to be visited were hard for Samragi, definitely there was a class difference, the high class and the middle one. This was still not a problem, Binay managed it all with his love and affection, Samragi his first and last love of his life, his wife and his parents first “buhari” (Daughter-in law).

Binay, intoxicated, spell bounded in love of Samrgai could not see the eyes of Samragi, which had always been vacant, no love, no passion, even the night they had made love. Binay truly loved her never attracted physically, so making love was not an issue either.

It was Samragi, who could not satisfy herself…..with Binay..who loved her so much, so much deeply…ardently…heartily…

The problem began when Samragi totally avoided Binay’s company. No one knew what she was searching for; she had everything a big mansion, money, a wonderful family whom she was related by her ever-loving husband. But her feelings were vacant. She realized that she had never loved Binay..

Love’s problem indeed, Love joined Samragi and Binay and Love created differences between them.

Samragi had fallen in love with another guy while she had not known Binay. She had told Binay that she loved another man. It was not the issue because Binay’s love was so great that she was attracted towards him. This had also happened because she never had expressed her love to him (the man she loved). When Binay came in her life, she found everything that she had wanted, fulfilling her passions for the thing for love. She had loved another man in the form of Binay because Binay was used as a filler of the vacant space in Samragi’s Love Life unknowingly.

There she was mistaken for her unknown passions that dragged her to marry Binay not as Binay but as a man.

Binay discovered that she had lost feelings for him. They fought instantly, even the simplest things. The marriage was ruining because Samragi couldnot handle her feelings that were zero for Binay, and passionate for the man she loved.

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There after 3 years of marriage they were still together, she knew Binay could never live without her. She had respect for his feelings but the thing was she could not love him. Life has been ungraceful for Binay, the playful man turned out to be serious, always thinking about Samragi, how to win her heart, how to again resume the closeness they had when they had smsed each other. Always…he was deep…

Relationships are like sands, uncatchable…

Binay let Samragi flow her wings in freedom not as a husband but as a friend but with a condition that socially they are husband and wife, he let her share the love of her towards another guy openly with him. She went to date frequently, Binay kept quite. As usual, he hided his tears and the pang feeling heart, till it became unbearable..

Unbearable was the day when Samragi had a nervous breakdown because the guy she had loved before and after she married Binay was merely using her, was already married having a daughter.

Samragi was still loved by Binay and this became unbearable for her, because of the guilt feeling and she still was running away from him again finding the same man in Binay..and when it became more than the limitation, Binay stopped caring her…he stopped showing the affection and love to her.. He avoided her and yes they were Husband-wife socailly still today.

Binay started drinking and coming home late going out with girls paying for the night and trying to kill the love for Samragi which was never possible till he was alive.

Samragi gradually learned many things of life. She was immature enough to break her wonderful relation with Binay her ardent lover. She learnt how she was mistaken and the feeling of guilt made her even sadder and her eyes were moist always…

She tried to find love in the eyes of Binay, she was ashamed to ask sorry with him..how could she ask for it. She was not even forgivable. Is she??

 

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Binay loved her more than anything else in the world. However hard he tried his heart felt palpitation whenever he was with Samragi…She was his first love without which he was unable live. His life would be incomplete without Samragi..Samragi was the beginning and Samragi was the end, Samragi was everything. Yes for Binay who loved her like anything, his heart’s need, his life’s need, his breathe, his hearts beating and his everything.

Love’s so uncertain in fact realization is also a part of love. It happened here.

Samragi realised Binay’s love..

Binay’s love finally won,his patience, his feelings, his ardent emotions won and Samragi realized that she too loved Binay she needed to give the same amount of love to him. She did that..she loved him finally…

Samragi still waits for Binay till midnight. Binay tries his best possible to come home at the earliest. They sit for dinner together. They talk, they chat, they laugh, and they share the love for each other..They are in love..

Their married life didn’t ruin at all because of love,  the relationship became stronger. They live for each other, they love eachother and now in few months they are having their first child….

P.S. Loves great..