As Gautam reached the apex of her thighs, Sangita thought, 'now he has to let me go'.
But to her utter shock and disbelief, she felt Gautam's lips against the core of her femininity. His teeth nipped gently as his wet tongue prodded the slightly swollen nub.
“Gautam,” groaned Sangita, louder than before, the heady sensation throwing her. He looked up, his passionate blue eyes catching her glazed, brown ones.
“No one does that,” she protested, half-heartedly, feeling guilty about enjoying her husband making love to the most private part of her body.
“No?” he asked, one eyebrow going up in enquiry. He didn't wait for her reply as he bent down to continue loving her.
Once she was all wet and ready, Gautam pulled off his briefs and settled himself between her legs. Sangita's legs went around his hips instinctively as his chest crushed her own. Her arms went around him eagerly as he set them free.
He entered her with a grunt of approval. She was perfectly hot and wet, fitting him like a velvet glove.
“Sangita?” She opened her heavy lids to look at him, “you okay?”
She nodded as she pulled his head to press her hot lips to his. Gautam's tongue thrust into her mouth hard, just as he submerged himself way below.
The tension built to a crescendo as Gautam and Sangita found their rhythm. Brilliant stars exploded behind Sangita's eyelids as she climaxed yet again. Gautam groaned as he followed her a few seconds later.
He fell against her slender body, totally spent.
Gautam moved slowly away, bothered that he might crush his petite wife. She protested loudly. “Shh, sweetheart,” he pulled her against him, “I'm goin' nowhere.”
Sangita pressed close to him, not wanting to leave his arms, ever.
“So, Mrs. Sinclair,” said Gautam, lifting her chin to look at her face that was more beautiful than ever, “do you still think you are frigid?”
A wild blush bloomed on Sangita's cheeks. “I never knew. I didn't think...”
“I'm glad,” said Gautam intensely, holding her close against his side, “I'm glad you didn't know before you met me. I'm glad that it is I who got to teach you all about making love.”
Sangita smiled drowsily as she stretched against him like a cat that had swallowed a pot of cream, absolutely satiated. She reached a hand to touch his nipple, caressing it with her fingers, the same way he had, hers.
Gautam moaned as his body hardened immediately in response. He turned on his back and pulled her on top of him. Sangita's brown eyes widened. “Use your lips,” he ordered.
A gleam of mischief entered her eyes as she pinned his arms to his sides. She shook her head at his loud protest, her eyes dancing. She pressed her lips to his forehead, his eyelids and then his cheeks one by one, her breasts brushing tantalisingly against his chest.
“Keep your arms down, Gautam,” she ordered sweetly as she needed to free her own. She waited for him to agree.
He opened his eyes to see what had stopped her. She was sitting on his stomach, her naked breasts gleaming. “Get on with it, woman,” he growled.
“Promise me,” she challenged, “I want you to keep your hands down,” she said.
Gautam looked at the determined lift of her chin and groaned his agreement.
“That's better,” she said before removing her hands to place them on his muscular shoulders, her soft palms caressing him to distraction. Her lips pressed against his, her wet tongue running over his lower lip. She nipped at him gently, seeking entry into his mouth. Gautam made a growling sound in his throat as he put his arms around his wife and pulled her close.
Sangita lifted her head and gave him a mock glare.
“What now?” objected her husband.
“Your arms. You promised to keep them by your side.”
“Don't torture me, Sangita,” he protested once again.
She shrugged delicately. “What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander!” she told him with firm sweetness.
“What have I unleashed, I wonder?” asked Gautam, rolling his eyes at the ceiling, not taking his hands from her slender hips.
“Keep your arms down and you will find out,” she told him coolly before removing his arms and placing them gently at his sides.
Gautam smiled at his wife's determination. “Okay, I give in, this once. Now please continue,” he beseeched.
Sangita grinned as she pressed the tip of her tongue to his dimple. “Have always wanted to do that,” she told him before once again kissing his lips thoroughly.
She moved down, using her hands and lips to drive him mad. She steered clear of his masculinity and crossing his muscular legs, reached his feet. She used her lips and teeth to drive him over the wall.
Sangita slowly moved up and cupped his engorged manhood in both her hands and caressed him.
Unable to bear the teasing anymore, he lifted his arms to pull her body over his. He lifted her hips to thrust himself into her. With her startled eyes looking on, he lifted her hips off him and plunged into her once again. Sangita caught on soon and rode him perfectly before the two of them collapsed after having climbed the path to heaven yet another time.
Gautam hugged his wife as he pulled the cover over both of them. He kissed her on her forehead and said, “I love you, my darling Sangita.”
Sangita sighed contentedly as she snuggled close to his large, masculine body, her faith in humanity restored for good as she went to sleep in her adoring husband's arms.
24
2015...
Gautam saw his wife sitting near the swimming pool, lost in thought. He went up to her and touched her on the shoulder. “What's up?” he asked.
Sangita came back to the present as if she was waking up from a dream, a mild shiver running up her spine. That had been one long trip down memory lane. She smiled at him, her cheeks flushed. She got up and hugged him before asking, “How was your day?”
“'twas fun! And you? You look happy,” he said, a teasing note in his voice.
“Yeah, I'm extremely happy,” she smiled “That Aarti from Women's Freedom had some questions for me. Answering them set me thinking. It has been a long journey for me, from the meaningless existence that my life was before meeting you, to where I stand today. I began to live only after meeting you. And now, with you for my husband, three adoring kids and my NGO, I truly have a purpose to life.”
Gautam looked at the damp sheen that had formed in his wife's eyes as she spoke. He had loved her from the moment he first set his eyes on her. Today, he loved her all the more for what she had made of herself. His kissed her on her lips and said, “I'm so glad to hear that, my love. None of us—Penn Urimai, our kids or me—can survive without you.”
'A short story is, often, the toughest form of storytelling. It has to be concise, yet replete with just enough detail; not too long winding, yet not too short. And when it comes to an anthology of short stories that need to be bound under a theme, the rules become stricter. Each story has to complement the other and yet hold its own.
Well, as it happens, Chronicles of Urban Nomads checks all of these boxes and more.'
—THE HINDU
India's First Composite Novel
"Just when you thought there couldn't be anything new about the format of a novel, here comes a home-brewn novelty—a composite novel, spun out of a set of short stories told by diff erent authors. Each story is a unique adventure for the reader, yet criss-crosses and knots into the weave and weft of the next, each with a diff erent design and texture, never predictable, always surprising, and yet quite whole. For the reader its like a set of master chefs in diff erent cuisines coming together to off er you one hell of a multi-cuisine, multi-course meal, like you've never had before."
—SIDDHARTHA BASU
Quiz Master, Actor, Director-Producer of KBC
Rudraksha, When Gods Came Calling is an attempt to bring together tales from across the vast length and breadth of India, a land that is steeped in mythology. It is abo
ut gods and goddesses, mythical creatures, ancient folklore and tales that abound in every village. Some of these are oftheard stories. Some have seldom gone around. Some are spoofs. Some are parodies. They walk the ancient India or sound the chimes of modern India. From the celestial love of Shiva-Parvati, to the raging avatar of Kalki, from myths and legends of Brahmaputra to the stories of the Mahabharata, Rudraksha has it all. And there is more. Reading spoofs on present day icons provide high entertainment as do the satirical twists parodying modern issues; all through the perspective of mythology.
The Dove's Lament is a journey that takes you around the world, bringing to life the human side of conflicts that tear people apart. From the genocide in Rwanda, to war-stricken Bosnia, from child marriages in India to prostitution and drug trafficking in Colombia, these stories traverse a microcosm of reality. Be it the manifestation of Bacha Baazi in Afghanistan, or the fight for paradise on Earth, Kashmir, the repertoire of stories lend a soul to what otherwise remain a muddle of news reports and statistics. Through these stories, the author, Kirthi Jayakumar embroiders a tapestry of the unvanquished human spirit in varied shades, and shakes you up to the reality that surrounds you.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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