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Seeing no instinct of objection on her face, I
unbuttoned her jeans, and within seconds, she was lying in carpet
in her innerwear. From toe to forehead, she was so gorgeous that I
could not leave any part of her body un-kissed, un-licked or
un-sucked. In no time, the remaining two pieces of her clothes were
also removed. She was there in her full nudity and I was seeing her
complete beautifulness. My kisses on her sensitive spot were still
rolling!

I pressed her against the wall so that she could bear
the pressure of my body. With my tongue getting closer to her
soaking vagina, and finger reaching over the sensitive clit, I had
a bite on her buttock. Responding back to my raunchiness, she moved
her hands to grip my shoulders as both of her legs were wrapped
around my chest encouraging me to go deep in oral stimulation. I
knelt over placing my knees on the either side of her legs, and
then, bent down and inserted my entire oral longevity into her
pudendum.

I asked, ‘How does it make you feel?’

She smiled, sighed, and said, ‘Good!’

The sensitivity soared to take both of us into its
gallop. The deeper I was inserting, the more eager I was growing.
After giving her a complete cunnilingus, I moved up and with the
tips of my left-hand’s fingers brushed her breasts and on the way
back down I did again, closer to her hard nipples this time. With
the right hand, I was rubbing her hips along her panty line and
getting closer to her butt. We were engulfed by rumpus of fire
within. The erupting tornadoes – the bursting volcanoes!

It was continued for twenty five minutes. Then I
asked her a question… the question that a true lover asks at that
point of time. I had no aggressiveness to reach the final
destination without her consent. So the words I spoke into her ear
were…

‘Shall I?’

‘No, not today,’ she replied.

‘Ok, no issues. Not today,’ I said.

I had a great respect for her and I was very careful
that no foul from end should spoil that. I helped her put her
clothes on and sit at ease on the chair. Within a few minutes she
got normal, then we had some snacks and she left for home.

Who does not respect other is abandoned to his pride
and insolence. The beginning of the period was coinciding in such a
way that I could have been evasively persistent with her but I was
aware to not hankering after any wretched ideas.

Even putting best effort to dealing with the
situation, I was unknown to the fact that I was to be left with no
option rather than seeing the mockery of whodunit and getting
embroiled to the desertion of sympathy. The womb of futurity was
conceiving plausible deception to throw me exasperated into heathen
ignominy.

“If you win you need not explain. But if lose you
should not be there to explain.” –Hitler

Chapter Fourteen

“Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our
standing in our own sunshine.” –Emerson

Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake
because glory consists not in never falling, but rising every time
we fall, and so, experience is the name of calamity we overcome. A
person's success isn't measured by how high he climbs but how high
he bounces when he hits bottom.

When I slept that night, I realized that nocturnal
emission or self pollute cannot cure the frustration blue-ball, and
for that, a female partner was the need of life. While on the one
hand I was in daydream of living life of Darby and Joan, I was
examining my dexterity to face challenges on the other. She
attended the computer class that day and waited until all the
students left. We had lunch in the afternoon and got into talking.
But soon we realized that we wanted something else. She submitted
herself appreciating my patience of the previous day, and then… she
didn’t stop me from reaching till the end. A complete fulfillment
of thirst I experienced with her that day. Her co-operation in
physical association was marvelous.

It started the moment we got closed to embrace. We
had already stopped talking, and I put my hand on her waist to
pull. Leaning forward and reaching up behind herself she began to
fumble with the small clasp on the back of her bra. She took a
shuddering sobbing breath as she struggled with the clasp.
Breathing a little easier she slid the straps off her shoulders and
then drew the garment down her arms and off. She turned and tossed
it over with the rest of her clothes on the desk. Straightening her
back as she jammed her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini
cut panties, she paused to take a breath and then shoved them down.
She leaned forward at her waist as she worked her panties down past
her knees and then carefully balanced on one foot and then the
other so she could remove the garment.

I saw the wet patch soaking around her private
organ. She was lying on the towel totally naked underneath me. My
hands moved back to the tops of her vaginal cheeks and slid right
them down this time. Then my hands slid down to the tops of her
thighs. I pushed her legs a little further apart so that I was able
to see her privatory. She didn’t say anything and neither did I. I
reached my mouth there to kiss and have cunnilingus. The moment I
took my mouth to that point, she started moaning with extreme
thrust. The more I was rubbing her sensitive organ, the more her
moan was raised. I was sucking her so vehemently that her vulva was
completely wet with my saliva. Leaving it to dry for the moment, I
moved to her rear end, and reached my tongue to her
ort
licking from bulbous
buttock.

I continued oral stimulation around her U area.

After a while, as I stopped oralizing, I saw her
bending on me to lay hand on my erection. Within a few seconds she
had swallowed the entire length into her mouth giving me an extreme
pleasure of fellatio. The movement of her mouth was giving me a
terrific feel which I had never dreamt in my life. I had seen some
x-rated movies before, but seeing that happening in real life was
driving me insane.

After she stopped her oral movement, she and laid
down to have me come over her. Before making an entrance, I asked
her if we should go for coitus interrupts. But she negated and
agreed to bear the consequence of possible conception. I put my
clothes off and went deep into her pulsating depth making a
movement of two pelvises. We reached the orgasm biting the lips of
each other and finally got down to relax.

I saw that she was very happy with me that day. She
went home and came back next day. She had started spending most of
the time with me and less at home. We decided to get married as the
difficulty was increasing for both of us to stay away for an hour
also. We were spending fourteen hours together each day. From
morning to late evening, the love and love-making had bound us
together. Within a month, we fixed a day and went to the Tees
Hazari Court of New Delhi to consult an advocate.

The advocate told us so many legal formalities to go
though, and made the situation so complicated that we got a little
discouraged. On the top of that, the expense that he said was out
of my accumulation. He gave me an estimate of fifteen thousand
rupees. My saving at that time was too less because I had invested
all the money into the business. My friends and relatives were too
frightened to help with anything. The advocate said that according
to the legal formality, he would have to inform her parents also
before marriage. And my conversion into Muslim religion, because I
didn’t want her to face any trouble, required a lot of time, money,
and some witnesses. Finally, considering that to be going out of
our reach, I paid him the consultancy fee, and we both came
out.

I decided to take some time to think and find out the
possible ways of arranging money and other things. She continued to
come to the institute regularly. But some neighbors, those who were
good-for-nothing advisors and snake-in-grass biters, they spread
the news in their localities about our so-called liaison, that they
took as a sinful activity.

“Most of your enemies of today were your friends in
past.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Men are born mad, some remain so.” –Socrates

Hearing that Ameena was in love with me, her
brother-in-law came to me and asked a deceptive question.

‘She says that she wants to marry you. Do you also
want to marry her?’

‘Yes,’ I said.

But this was not the question of his mind but he
wanted to hear from me whether she was in love. The moment I
replied, he started changing his color. The unlawful, insular and
cut-throat mentality of the Muslims in the society was terrible. He
could not hide his stupidity doing lambada on his face. Being a
brother-in-law of her, he had some illicit expectation to be
fulfilled from her, and so, ignoring all doldrums, he amassed his
subordinate physical strength to vomit poison on my face. He got so
aggravated that he made the news spread like wild-fire. Actually
Ameena hadn’t said anything to him, but he wanted to know the truth
suspecting her changed behavior for a month. From next day, she
stopped coming to the institute and was held back inside home. I
was called at her brother-in-law’s, where I was humiliated by her
sister with all hypocritically substantial reasons.

And in the morning, her father came carrying a sword
to behead me off…

‘You are a Hindu so my daughter can never marry
you.’

‘I am willing to convert into your religion.’

‘We will never accept that.’

‘Your forefathers were also Hindu, uncle,’ I
said.

‘Let the past be gone. We will never let it happen.
Never means never.’

He took a pause and said…

‘If you don’t understand, I will kill you right
now.’

And he continued, ‘As a dead man cannot be alive, so
it cannot happen. If you ask any more question, I will cut you
down.’

What could I do in that condition? He was not ready
to listen to anything. At one side, earning living was getting
tough, and at the other, the life was getting in danger. I did not
say anything else to invoke his anger. I just realized that for
some people poverty is not in their fate but in their mind. And if
the blind leads the blind, both fall into the ditch.

But one question got fixed in my genetic makeup…

Why are Muslims born-killers?

I let a few days pass, then took some of my
Muslim well-wishers along and approached to the highest priest of
Islam in India – Mullah Bukhari of Jama Masjid (mosque) Delhi. I
submitted application and other documents for the process of
conversion and marriage. At the same time I was trying for marriage
in the Tees Hajari Court also. My application for conversion was
rejected in the mosque because they considered it invalid as my
intention was to marry a Muslim girl. Just the days passed but
nothing appeared to rectify the problem. Giving it a last try, I
called a meeting in her colony among all the Muslim people in which
I and my land-owner were the only two Hindus. There also, they
considered my request to be dishonoring their dignity. We saw the
situation getting tensed causing a religious conflict. Nobody from
her side attempted to take any decision in the favor of my
implorare
.

She came twice to meet me stealthily. The last time
when she came, she was carrying a paper which she had got from the
hospital confirming her pregnancy. I took her immediately to the
police station to seek help for marriage and I told the police and
her family and all the mediators about her pregnancy. But nobody
moved even an inch to support us getting married.

I was unknown to the happenstance that my love with
Ameena – an outcaste – was being known to the fifth column who I
mistakenly relied upon, and they, pretending to be the ombudsmen
were busy discussing Uganda in their community making a communal
issue for turf war. The fait accompli had consolidated its all
energy to devastate my dream of dolce vita leaving me with my own
figment. And my idée fixe was proved to be schizophrenic fiasco in
the kangaroo court of the world.

The cloud of calamity was hovering over head pouring
the rain of blood making my white attire crimson. Each stain as an
exhortation of my own guilt was giving me no time to introspect,
but taking me deep and deep into persecution complex. Facing
left-handed compliments, dereliction of relativity, degradation of
dignity, and morality being ripped off, I felt myself thrown into
the ordeal of typhoon.

One day, not getting support from any side, I had a
moonlight flitting to elope with her. The Delhi Police, being
reported by her parents, started the city scan, and finally we were
caught up in the evening. The police, the Hindu and Muslim society,
the priests, and God, no one and no one helped us.

So disgusting the people and so disgusting the world!
We were torn apart and the two lives collapsed because of the
blindness of social conservatism. After a month somebody told me
that her parents had beaten her so badly that she had left eating,
lost health, and they had found a man for her marriage.

“Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and
get used to it by growing stronger.” –Philippos

Chapter Sixteen

“When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes
duty.” –Thomas Jefferson