Truth Of A Woman

This English story highlights the Love of a female in which though she was suppressing her desires in front of her Lover but He recognized the same and gave her all the Love and pleasure that she wanted.

A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her. ” And I was the luckiest one who had a friend like Sanat. He made me realized that to get a relief with one’s fantasy was not a crime but to keep inside the same was a vulnerable condition in which a man or a woman both suffer . I and Sanat became friends at my early teen age. We were the school mates and had fallen in love on the valentine’s day when most of the students proposed each other . I was not so much beautiful but Sanat liked figure more than the beauty. No doubt my curves were marvellous as I was good in sports . On that day when most of the girls were making their collars up after getting a proposal , I was the one who was sitting alone in the school corridor and was busy in finishing my physics notes . Suddenly Sanat came and wished me for the same . I became rude as I knew that like other guys he was also flirting but he sat beside me and handover a beautiful card with an addressing note , ” Be my valentine”. I became unanswerable and asked , “What brings you here……go and search some beautiful soul ?”. He replied, “I know Tanya that you are not as much beautiful like other gals but I like your figure most instead of your beauty.Frankly speaking …..You had beautiful curves that made me attracted and I dream for you in my night fantasies . Please accept my Love …..I promise you that I will never hurt you in anyway”. But……(I murmered)……”Don’t You know that I am from a very conservative family where Love had no place. So if a relationship has no end than it has no beginning too “. Sanat stopped for a while …..hold my hands into his hands and replied , ” Look Tanya…..a Love doesn’t mean that it should be in a bonded form .A Love is a Love…..I like a comfortable relationship, a relationship in which we both enjoy but never discomfort each other . So its a promise to you that though its a beginning from my side but you are the one who can end the same, whenever you want . I pulled back myself and never ask you about the reason for the same . ” I simply looked into his eyes……where sincerity and purity was flowing from them.

Time passed and so our chats too . At first we discussed only about those topics that were related to studies, family and society . But gradually it changed as everyone knows that an opposite relationship couldn’t be a pious one for a long time and we too were the predators for that sexomania. After completed my twelfth class , I got admissions in B.tech away from my city . So I had to stay in the hostel for three years but Sanat and I never separated from each other during those days too as though He lived in the same city as before but due to the modern technology we daily met online via internet services . During our video calls He made me realized about the physical needs that one had and from then we too started those youngsters activities in which many others youngsters involved. We called each other late nights …… got pleasure in each other’s company and made our Love alive as before. I usually said to him , ” A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her.” He smiled at my remark and kept me rest assured that one day He will do the same when the time comes . He didn’t want to spoil my virginity before marriage and therefore we kept a virtual relationship with each other.

We spent together three years day and night ….. though we were in the different cities but our hearts were unite. We were very much familiar with each other day to day activities , sometimes even our guesses were fit when the other asked that what he was doing at that time right now. Yes, we were in Love ….. a Love that now needs a complete destination …… and so we decided to marry with each other . After completed my graduation I came back home with a hope to boldly face my parents and disclosed my one and only one Love in front of them so that they will give a complete shape to it. But before I speak , they had already made me engaged with some businessman and within a month all marriage proceedings were over. I couldn’t say anything in front of them …… though Sanat compromised but a silent spark still remained in our hearts that buried under society wishes. My dreams, my wishes, my desires all were shattered in some days and I closed my Love chapter with my own hands.

I started a new journey of life with my husband ……. with a first night initiative but you all will be surprised to know the fact behind it……my as usual proverb failed at that time. He couldn’t make me wet…..though He tried a lot but my funda failed upon Him that ,”A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her. ” At last I took Sanat in my fantasies and then only the game of Love kept over. Yes, the funda worked again but not by that man with whom I was indulging but with whom that I never indulged physically. So it is clear that this is the truth of a woman which a man should know .

Time passed again….. six months were enough to washed away the memories of Sanat but that spark always ignited whenever I indulged physically with my husband. Though Sanat was a man of his words…..he never tried to contact me after that day . I know that his feelings were too hurt as He too started loving me during my last year of college but still He left quietly . Sometimes I inquired about him with one of my close friend and one day I came to know that he was coming to my city for some piece of work for two days and its a matter of chance that my husband was too left for out of station for one week during those days. A buried spark ignited again and I called him and forced him to meet with me just for once. First He refused but my persistent request finally made him ready .WeBOOKED A HOTEL room for a night spent , though We promised to maintain a gap between our relationship as before.

On the dating day, I put finally touch on my make-up and called a taxi. Around 8:PM , I was in the room with Sanat . We dine together ….. enjoy the dance party with fun and frolic and the time came for the bed . We went upstairs in our room and sat there holding with each other hands together . Our conversations were going ahead ……. sometimes we talk about the past which we left…..sometimes got serious about the present …….and sometimes weave a dreamy life for future. Whole night the room was echoing with our laughs and fun. We made many promises, kept many swear and discuss many thoughts. He was still unmarried and so He was trying to maintain a gap between us . I too didn’t want to cheat my husband and so too was trying to kept our relationship virtual as before. At four, we took a small nap and around six the alarm ranged . We got up as we had to leave ….. both refresh themselves with out daily routines and ordered for the breakfast. Everything was normal till then …… no one made any erotic signal towards other but sometimes signals are not the enough way to communicate. Sometimes feelings did the remaining part which one avoided. After breakfast , He ordered me to stop there for some more minutes till then He came back after clearing the bills.

I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” and then a feeling of depart hit me twice and I shouted, ” I am wet…….Yes, I am wet”. He turned back……looked into my eyes…..which were completely wet…..tears were rolling out on my cheeks ……. my sweating face couldn’t hide my moods ……..my twisted limbs made him clear that what I was wanting  ……. a sign of erotica signal made him excited too . My lips were shivering…..my body was shaking . He hold me tightly and embraced into his big arms . Turning towards the door He slightly replied, ” I am coming “and shut the same. We lost…..lost in each other arms. I slowly whispered into his ears ,” A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her  ………. and you are the luckiest one who did that”. He smiled with a pride …… as after all He had done that magic that a man always wanted to do so.

My First Generation Drop

This story highlights the curiosity of a teenager who tried to get the knowledge of His first practice session through study and later proves that if one puts a practical in His real life than the real life too can become an enjoyable one.

I was not the one but I was not the last. Every teenager tries the same to get the answer but I was the lucky one who got the answer in a very unique way. Yes,I was the one who explore it without making me tired but after that I felt an immense change in myself.  At the age of thirteen, when I was in the eighth standard ......our science teacher introduced us the chapter "Reproduction" in our FA-2 Syllabus. Like all the other students, We too started giggling in the class. After all We were going to be familiar with the new definitions......the definitions that were practically applied to us very soon. Mensuration Cycle, sperms,Zygote,Fusion..........etc.etc. that were creating more and more interest of students in the science subject.

But as an old saying ,"The more We go deeper the more we become curious". So We too were in a discussion on those days that How to apply them in our real life. I too felt the changes in myself that were going with me on those days. From the last few days ,I noticed that my mind was distracted towards music,movies etc from the studies,news and other educative channels. The female company attracted me more than the males. The hot love scenes of movies overpowered my mind and made me unanswered that forces me to know the curiosity about my body.One day during the cold wintry nights ,I was on my bed in the late hours. As I was watching some Hollywood movie ,a kissing scene made me aroused due to which my hand automatically slipped to touch the most strange organ of my body that was forcing me to find out the solution of my feelings.

That was the moment which made my mind something creative in their own. I too wanted to be freed myself with this typical situation but don't know the method of applying the same. But as one should be familiar with its body parts so I too wanted to learn everything via practical instead of theory. I gathered all my fantasies that I usually intake during nights and trying to squeeze and unsqueeze the most hardest organ at that time.  My mind and body were not cooperating with each other. My mind reminds me that I was doing something wrong as I was too early for that but my body was forcing me to do the same.

That was the time when I made a balance between the both. So I made a trick. I made me assure that that was a part of my science subject Hometask which every student must submit before the so and so date. Such thought made my mind relaxed and now a good coordination made between my body and mind. Again my mind went into my classroom and I lost ," O ,Ma'am has told us in the class that at the age of thirteen your briefs will spoiled automatically,then why don't I still get the same? Perhaps today is the right day to check the same. I want to spoil myself......I too want to see my coming Generation Drop. Yes,this is my homework. I am doing my science subject practical na. After all I am too a Human being."

That half dressed naked actresses allured me and I wanted to get more now. Though in the class senior students already discussed about the male dilemma when He tried to satisfy Himself through some exotic scenes but that words were only a theory and now I was in my practice session. The very first session of my life which made me brave if I won and a coward if I lose. The speed of my hand automatically got fast. I again lost in my physics subject as physics was my favorite one so I derived a formula i.e . Speed= Distance/Time

I shouted, "O' Here Physics is also applied. Wow,Science is great where physics,Biology and chemistry work all together. I need more acceleration now. I couldn't stop my hand now. A to and fro motion must apply with great force and energy. All are based on study.........then why parents are always opposing for it.Now I am in the middle of the scene.I am enjoying a lot.........yes ,I am enjoying".

And at last after twenty minutes ,my nerves got down. My hand was in the retardation from the acceleration .I felt a relief in my body. My Science practical has been over. I became an Adult from a child. Something important was lying there........"My First Generation Drop". I was happy to see that......though an early decision but a curious and informative one for my body and soul.

A Dark Soul

This English Story highlights the scene of a true birthday gift which a differently able friend gave to another and made her life blissful.



Those were my college days when I was busy in completed my NSS card Hours to got a certificate of my efficiency.During that winter camp I met with Saloni…….a second year History Honors Student from Delhi University.She was under my supervision and guidance who came to collect more and more advantage from that blind camp.I was the one who had to record her lessons via audio mode so that She could listen that during her exam days.During those ten days I was personally attached with Her and very soon We both became good friends.
After the camp was over Saloni started to come personally at my Home on weekends and I helped Her whenever she needs to be.During One of my conversations I came to know that she became blind due to the illiteracy of their parents who instilled an expiry date eye drop into Her eyes when the Eye-Flu was on its full swing.But she never gave up the hope and continued Her studies via brail.I was highly influenced by the enthusiasm and confidence level that She had had into. But that was not a hindrance between our friendship and we both were in contact with each other or one can say that an emotional and sentimental bond was tied between us.
Days passed….Years passed and both of us got married.As She was blind….so a Blind man tied up the marriage knot with Her.I was surprised that How they Both Started their married Life without any Light. But they Both were courageous above than us. My Husband was also a good man who looks after me like a child but still my marriage is incomplete as I was unable to conceive due to some uterus infection and that was removed within six months after my marriage.
After that incident …..I remained calm ,quiet and depressed as Life became burdened for me in which there was no hope of any child ever and forever. One day I came to know that Saloni gave a birth to a baby Boy who was like us i.e could able to saw that beautiful world. I felt relaxed and wished for Her newly life in which Her son would be working as a lantern in their dark paths.
10th august ,was the day of my Birthday……when I invited most of my near ,dear and friends to make my life somewhat a refreshing one.Saloni was my special guest as we was meeting after two years face to face.She came with Her new born and with her life partner.During conversations she came to know my unlucky fate and was shocked to listened all that stuffs.But as usual a determined person she assured me to be got well everything very soon.Though I was very much familiar with such type of sympathetic words but still I kept them somewhere in my hidden lusts.
After the party was over I started to unpacked my B’day presents.Saloni was with me at that time and I was telling Her the name of each and every person whose present and wishes were there with me.she was listening and enjoying.When I opened all……I found that there was no present of saloni in that bundle.For a moment …I felt bad as being a human nature I was expecting something from Her side too.Saloni knows that I was upset and that was the reason that I remained silent with Her.
Suddenly my silence broke down when suddenly I felt some LIVE sensations in my lap.Ohhhhhh………that was “Chakshu”……the Saloni’s son.She was presenting Him as a B’day gift to me I was speechless.She had a big heart inside……..that I came to know on that day.She presented that beautiful lantern to me that was Her necessity and left from my Home.
Now at present……..We both are mothers.She had a daughter “Nayantaaraa” and I have a son “Chakshu”. Though there is no blood relation between us…..but still a relation of Bond………..a Soul………….a perfect mother……..a perfect sister……..I had with Her.And For such Relations There is No word Of “Story” lies but a “LIVE” word is there between us.

FOR YOU ONLY-

Saloni……Your Heart is True,

Your Heart is fair,

B’coz You are an angel ,

Born as a rare.

Some Souls are very special ,

Just Like YOU ,

When they dont have “Chakshu”,

But Still ready to tie a Friendship Bond TRUE.

A New Night

She remembered the last painful days of her mother when she was dying with breast cancer and the doctor advised her to get the precautions too, as it was a genetically transferred disease.

Short Story Breast Cancer Survivor – A New Night

What……..If……..If……….If……He……What……..If……..He will not accept me now. If He will abondon me……..again a tear slipped from Her beautiful big, black eyes. From the last six months Raagini went under the treatment and at last she lost the game. Everytime Aman made his assurance of Love,care,tender but that all was in front of others.But today as she came back from the hospital so it seemed to be a first night for her and as on that first night her whole life depend so she was upset about it.

As it was 10 p.m, She switched off the light…….a complete darkness surrounded her from everywhere. With a heavy heart She started waiting for Aman to come. She hadn’t such courage to face Him so  that day wait was a burden for her. Lying on the bed, she again went into the deep thoughts. Two years back…….when she was returning from Her normal office routine , Aman offered a seat to Her in Delhi Metro train. She refused the same as she didn’t want to stand others for her. But suddenly a huge push from behind forced Her to fall on Aman. Aman felt nervous as in order to save Himself, His hands were stuck on the busts of Raagini.  Both felt embarrassed ……Aman felt sorry and got up immediately and forced Her to sit. Raagini had no other option left so she sat down quitely without saying a single word to Him. On reaching home ,Raagini found a unique change in Herself. Again and again she recalls that scene…..that touch……that feel……which made her aroused and she spent her whole night with open eyes as perhaps that was the first touch which made her feel to be an adult …….adult for someone.

The very next day Aman and Raagini met again…..perhaps that was a deliberate wait for both of them. And from then there was a routine of both to wait…..to stare….to travel without talking with each other but still with each other. Everytime Aman was on the seat and Raagini was standing in front of Him holding the supports with her hand. Everytime Aman’s eyes were closed but His heartbeats were telling that they beat there for Raagini. Raagini thought herself,”How innocent He is? He never turned up His eyes to see my beauty may be He too nervous with my that day touch”.

And Aman thought,”Her busts were marvellous……may be some day that huge push again made her a victim.” Obviously Aman was too crazy for her and was waiting for some right day to cash upon.

And the right day came………it was the day of Valentine’s when Aman brought a beautiful card for Her. Raagini took the same as She too wanted to get a step ahead. But she was shocked to read the lines which Aman wrote for Her,” Dear ……..You are my first Love, actually I don’t know what is basically the Love is…..but for me my Love is only your busts.You have a lovely busts and I never slept peacefully the day I touched the same.Hope so you are getting me.” After reading the same Raagini laughed loudly. She came near to him and asked,”Is this the way to propose someone? ” Aman got nervous and apologized .Raagini agreed and replied,” You are as pure as your thoughts. I accepted your Love ” And from that day they both became good friends who shared and cared for each other.

But as every relationship has an end so very soon Aman and Raagini too tied to each other in a marriage knot. That day was the first auspicious day of Raagini’s life as she got a nice husband and colleague. Thinking the same…….she turned up the bed with a smile. That was the first smile which she took in the last six months. Suddenly Her hands again started searching and she cried, “Where my lovely cups have gone?” How Aman will manage the rest of our life ?”

Again her heart filled with sorrow and pain. She looked towards the door. A beam of light was coming from the kitchen. Aman was winding up the household work there. From the last some months He was playing a double role i.e. apart from his office work He was perfectly doing the kitchen task too. Raagini felt pity for Herself and thought,” How can a man live without an incomplete sex ?”

She knew about a man’s fantasy. Though beauty was the one trait and sincerity was another but after marriage sex also played an important role in one’s life. She never thought that she would become so horrible just after one year of her marriage.

She remembered the last painful days of her mother when she was dying with breast cancer and the doctor advised her to get the precautions too, as it was a genetically transferred disease but she never expected that she would become an early victim of the same. And when she detected the same then that was a very late step to be diagnosed and at last she had no other option left behind to get removed her breasts . She was now a women with no allures………no charms……..then how Aman will accept a body of flesh for his whole life?

A creaking of door sound made Raagini totally averted from some dilemma situation. Aman came in the room .As he tried to turn On the light ,Raagini hold his hand tightly. Aman realized the desires of a wife which she was expected to demand. He too wanted her company as in those six months he felt that how much incomplete a man and a woman was when they were apart from each other. He sat on the bed and quickly hugged Raagini . A new type of Love was emerging from the two souls. Raagini forgot all the pains that she suffered and hide herself into his big arms. The Heats were exchanged from their bodies in the same flow which it flowed six months before and proved that Love was not the slave of any mishappening. For a moment they both forgot the pain they suffered and lost in each other.

But as the Aman tried to move further and started to undress her, she insanely shouted,” No……Go away! There is nothing left inside now for you to squeeze,to play, and for fun. I am a cursed woman who born to be a fairy, but ended to be a wicked. Let me live in the darkness of the life. I am not meant for your pure Love.” Saying so she again sobbed hysterically.

Aman  stood stunned by the remarks of her wife. He never expected that Raagini became so coward by the ill fates and took it so seriously. Although that was not of her fault as no one can be the perfect one during his whole life span, but the way she was thinking ,was enough to judge that Raagini’s mental state was very critical at that particular time and He was the only one who had to overcome her from such a critical position. Aman removed his hand and turned the lights On. As the lights flashed on Raagini’s face ,her terrifying face highlighted the clear scene of her mental agony. Raagini had to face the lights from which she was trying to  hide from the whole day. Infact one must have to face the brighter part of the life instead of hiding himself behind the darkest curtains. Her hands were fixed on her breasts and Her eyes was closed with fear. Aman knew that there was nothing there left which one can describe as a beauty, but still every perfect beauty was lying in her so called Heart.

Aman hold her face and looked into her beautiful eyes. She was trying to avert from this eye contact but as Aman forced her to look ,she opened her wide eyes where thousands of tears were floating and ready to come. Now it was Aman’s turn to speak. He started to say,” Look…..Look Raagini,Just look into my eyes. I am your husband and not someone else . I am the equal sufferer from the pain you were going through. You are hiding your pain from me, but just tell me how long it will work? ”

Raagini replied,” But you are fond of my breasts. How You will accept me without my beauty. Breasts are the beautiful part of a woman’s body. Every second man fantasizes for it. Now I become a plain……..in other words, one can say that I am going to be spending the rest of my life like a eunuch.”

Aman answered,” Yes, it’s true that I was fond of your breasts, but that was the demand of time and now this is too a time demand that I need you more than your breasts.Don’t you know that time heals and changes a person’s mental state as he learns a lot of new lessons with new experiences. So I am accepting you as you are because this time you are not my fiancee, this time you are my beloved wife with whom I swore to be live for whole life in front of the holy fire. Now tell me Raagini, What you did if I would be in place of You? What ……..if I was the victim of a prostate cancer?”

Raagini regained her senses and immediately put her trembling hand on Aman’s mouth. Only a thought of such dreadful disease shook her completely. She felt sorry for her behaviour.Tears were rolling on her cheeks. She was realizing her mistake.She pulled Aman on bed………..perhaps that was the perfect time of their soul mating. That was the night where every shower was blessing on them. That was the night, which they never thought to be above more than their first night as that night was celebrated in a room where pure thoughts were wandering between them in a pure divine light as nothing was left to be hidden now with each other.

A Tenth Urge

This story highlights a man's dilemma in which he tried to fulfill His beloved desires, but for this He had to pay a heavy sacrifice of His son.

Love Short Story – A Tenth Urge

This story highlights a man’s dilemma in which he tried to fulfill His beloved desires, but for this He had to pay a heavy sacrifice of His son.

She was at Her urge. From the last two years that was the tenth time when she expressed Her desire in such an extreme way. And ninth of them was refused by me and I left Her in the middle of the scene. But today I felt myself in the guilt as I too loved Her very much. I didn’t want to go like other days as I did aware of the women’s anxiety when she was excited and the man would not perform His task completely. Sometimes I did check Sonia in the same way and in return I got Her hard bumps on my back. Then why not Aakriti showed Her arrogance in front of me.I realized that she was made of wax. She simply agreed my refusal and went quietly.I don’ know that what will happen after that ,How she fulfilled Her desires but on that specific moment she made me free.

Myself,Prashant ,A CEO of a Garment company was in a crush with my personal secretary ,Aakriti from the last two years. Though that relation is not reached upto the extreme till now but  many times She expressed Herself in front of me. Aakriti was about 28 ,Her looks were marvellous and She too was a well mannered in every respective way. I was about 35 ,a married one and a father of a two year old kid ,Aarav. Sonia ,my wife ,tied up a marriage knot with me five years back. She was my college affair which later turned in my life partner. A happy married life was the motto of that scene but Aakriti made me realized that marriage was not the only end of one’s life.A man is always staying young if His Heart had a vacant seat for someone in a very special way.

As I went closer to Aakriti, Aarav’s innocent face made me realized that I shouldn’t make Him share with some step-mother. But today Aakriti seemed to be a perfect mother for Him as sonia had already issued a divorce notice to me during the last month. She was unable to bear my friendship with Aakriti though I never ditched Her but I didn’t agree to get some other Personal secretary in place of Her. Being to be lived as a stubborn she decided to go away from my life. Sometimes Egos played an effective role which was paid off later by another. As I had no other option left so I allowed Her for the same because at that time perhaps Aakriti weighed me more than the Sonia. But as Aarav was my responsibility so I was in a dilemma everytime whenever I thought about Aakriti’s urges. I wanted to become a perfect future for my son.

Aakriti’s red lipstick seduced me very badly and I didn’t want to be left Her on that day in the middle of the scene. I undressed myself and held Her in my arms. She was dangling like a fairy. Her beautiful legs from Her mini skirt made me closer and I found myself helpless at that moment to refuse Her. She too was losing Her senses and wanted to hide me in Her lap as she knew that that moment was the result of her long-long wait. Suddenly the waiter knocked the room as He knew that I was on my official leave with my secretary for business meet ups.I quickly dressed up myself and opened the door. My two year old Aarav was in His lap. Sonia had left Him at Hotel reception and from that moment Aarav was my responsibility to look up for. I took Him in my arms and closed the door. I made myself engaged to my son’s love and forgot that I was engaged in Aakriti’s Love a minute before. I thought that that time too she will manage the scene and made me free.

But nobody can guess about a Human urge if it is at its peak. At that moment Aakriti assumed that I was too ready for the scene and so Aarav was her biggest enemy which she unable to tolerate. She snatched Him from my arms and ordered the waiter to look after him at Hotel reception till the next call. But being a father I refused Her for the same and tried to convince her to manage that day only as I promised to manage my next meet with Her in a planned way. But Aakriti didn’t pay any attention towards my words as on That day she was on Her tenth urge. By hook or by crook she wanted to get my warmth. She became furious and in a fit of rage she planned something to get my company with Her. All of a sudden She pulled out the sedative spray bottle from Her bag which she usually kept to be averted from a crime scene. She hit the vapors on Aarav’s face .The sedatives were so powerful that within a second Aarav laid unconscious on the Bed. I stunned and was watching the Aakriti’s behavior with a mute spectator.

Aakriti came closer to me and hold me tightly. In an insane manner she managed to undress both of us. I was a debtor of Her nine urges and so was silent to be paid Her off. My Love, Aarav was an equal participant of his father’s loan and so tried to help me to repay the same. His innocent face turned back and Aakriti’s beautiful face with cunning urges were on my fate. I was on my move ……in every possible way I did my best.

Aakriti was lying on the bed with a face full of satisfaction. Perhaps she won but I was a loser as I had been put a question mark on Aarav’s life forever. Now I realized that sometimes promises converted into urges and that urges will make us helpless if we didn’t fulfill them. I dressed up myself ,took Aarav in my arms and about to leave the room. Suddenly she asked ,” Where, where are you going Prashant ?

I looked Her and replied ,” Will see you next time very soon.I know your nine urges are still pending. Perhaps You are waiting for it but this time i have to go. I wanted to get his “Perfect Mother” back .”

Aakriti paused and replied ,” Why go outside……I am his mother……..a perfect Mother”.

I laughed in an insane manner. Words were hesitating in that moment. With great difficulty a laming tongue spoke some twisted words ,”Your tenth urge was so drastic that I afraid now with your nine urges.that was Aarav’s fate that he came in the middle. But that tenth urge saved his life forever and ever” .

You Are Alive

I freed my face with my hands. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I looked towards the clock. It was 9.35 A.M. Only ten minutes had passed which took me in a deep thought.

 Undelivered Love Letter

“Sahib ,a team of some men is waiting for you in the drawing room. I refused them many times that this is not the right time to meet with you but they didn’t pay any attention towards my words. They were saying that they came for some Memsahib”s concern.” Bablu’s choked voice regained my senses.

I freed my face with my hands. Tears were rolling down on my cheeks. I looked towards the clock. It was 9.35 A.M. Only ten minutes had passed which took me in a deep thought and now I felt that I had been here for the last one year. “Ohhhh……that ten minutes flash backed my life so quickly that I forgot all the virtual world. ” I thought and tried myself to be there and accepted that she was no more.

I quickly wiped my face from the handkerchief and nodded my head gesturing that I was coming. Many questions entered into my mind and started to disturb me. “A team of Persons?”,” concerned for HER ?” ………”Who were they?” ……..Why Came at this moment?”…….What they wanted from Me ?” I quickly ran towards the Hall.There was a constant cry coming from the hall. Twenty to Thirty people had already gathered and my father was busy on His cell phone to inform the other relatives.Her corpse was lying on the floor . Neighbours too gathered to console our family members.

The final proceedings will perhaps be completed after one hour as We had to wait for the near and dear ones. A group of five persons that were came from some Hospital was sitting on the sofa set.As I entered, they quickly got up and showed me the Consent form which was signed by my wife in the presence of my Father and Miss Sunita. They had already issued a Card to her on which the registration number is printed and that Card was in my Father’s hand. They wanted to get my consent too as I was the one who had tied the marriage tie with Her.

I was shocked and snatched the card from my father’s hand. I scolded Him that Why He became the witness for such act ? Turning towards the team I shouted ,”

What this hell? Get out from Here.I don’t want to allow you for Organ Donation” Neha is mine……still mine.No one can distribute Her! No one! “. A pin-drop silence persisted and everyone’s eyes were on me. Who Made You a call ? Tell me. Who the hell did invite you here ?

Suddenly a group of fifty children appeared there. They all came from the nearby NGO which was running with Miss Sunita. Miss Sunita came in front of me and admitted that she was the one who informed them about Her wife’s demise . She was the owner of that NGO in which all the physically and mentally challenged children were kept and treated. As Neha was a social worker so also joined this NGO and a part of it but I never thought that such NGO’s also convince the human beings for this organ Donation Act so I harshly looked towards Her but as She was innocent so was facing my cheap mental thoughts in an easy way.

I shouted towards her,” I warned Neha many times still your wickedness worked. Seriously If One helps You then You people ready to snatch them.” Suddenly I lost my control and fall on the ground. Bablu ran towards me and advised to keep calm. Being a patient ,too much anger was bad for me. Miss Sunita handed over an envelope to me and sat on the floor with Her team.I opened the envelope…..There was a letter inside which was written by Neha. I started to read the same.

My Dear Sunil,

Sep 3 ,2013

I never thought that one day I had to write an undelivered letter for You. But this is all the demand of the scene as I am expecting now my demise very near. I know you very well.You are an angry man and couldn’t bear my words directly.So this is the safest way to express my wish in front of you. Please allow the doctors immediately for their work. If You really Love me ……then pay Me Homage in this way.They all came from AUMS hospital for my organs and need your consent. Miss Sunita has been just a messenger of my demise but its all because of  my wish.No one can force the other one for organ donation.But As you know I want to Live always with You so this is the only way to get closer to You after my death too.

I looked towards the team as they were expecting my affirmation .Mr. Shyam ,who was the most senior of them came towards me and asked to sign the consent paper as early as possible so that they can get the most delicate parts without any delay.I took the paper from His hand and signed.Neha’s letter has immediately changed my mentality which was overpowered on me from the last 10 minutes. Perhaps ……Her words in the letter were sprinkled with the magic water that changed my mindset too. I sat on the sofa and start reading again.

Sunil……I love you very much but for the last three years was unable to pour the same which you  deserve .You cheered me a lot. It is fate that I had to leave you in the middle of this Journey but this all is pre-decided and no one can deny for the same.

Neha was suffering from the Heart disease.She had a Heart Attack two times earlier and today was the third and the last attack which made me alone. Perhaps She judged the symptoms earlier yesterday and called Miss Sunita in the late evening on the pretext to change Her mood.I allowed for the same without judging that Her company would be the last for me .Oh…..She was a lady who was so suppressed by my anger that made Her unable to express Her last wish in front of me at the last moment too. Perhaps I made Her coward so She opted this way of Letter writing to express Her wish in this Modern world.But She was a brave lady.She never cared for her life but cared for others.She always wanted to give more and more to this society . Sometimes I passed lewd comments on Her, “Hey…..The sister of Daanveer karna……Look this is Kalyug. Here nobody cares for your nice acts.Life is a business Here”. But she didn’t pay attention towards my words and smiled.

I want to live with you ever and forever till you survive. I know you are like an innocent guy who didn’t look after yourself. Have You remembered that Card fight? That was the “Organ Donation Card” which I wanted to show you but your angers made me to hide it and I simply converted the same into a shopping mall credit card.

I remember that night when Neha was offered to show me some Card but I made her words silent after stating that I was not eager to hear her rubbish stories. Perhaps She was trying to get the permission for this noble cause as she knew that I was from the very beginning opposed to this act of organ donation after the death as I was to one of those persons who believe that the person who donate his organs in this birth will be the one who born without those particular organs in the next coming birth.But Neha always laughed on my such narrow mentality and always advised me to change it while discussions.

Sunil……Babli needs eyes and you know when she will look this world with them then that will be the most precious day of my life. Look at Rohan…….He is suffering from one kidney failure and living on dialysis. His parents can’t afford the expenses now so left all decisions upto GOD. Rinky’s burnt skin is unable to tie her future in some marriage bond. Perhaps my skin will make Her beautiful as you know that every second man needs a beautiful wife . My single life can save the eleven person’s life and you are the lucky one who can feel me in those eleven Human beings. Please think …..that why We waste all of them in a futile burning when they will be benefited to others.

I quickly turned towards the group of fifty children who came here to console me. Babli,a fifteen year old was very much attached with Neha. She was sitting in a deep shock without knowing that Her aunty has left the best gift for Her life. Rohan was too in deteriorating condition but never forget to come because of Neha’s Love. Now I thought myself to be mere coward in front of them who was demanding Her corpse too but  they all were the real Lovers who came Here without any motive . I took out a cigarette from my pocket and started to blow. Yes,I was a chain smoker…Neha always tried to stop me saying that she wanted to die as a married one.But who knows that her wish will be accepted earlier than me. Perhaps good souls always deserve the best they want. I again started coughing as the doctor advised me to stop all that stuffs due to some infection in my lungs.One of my lung was already damaged more than eighty percent and there were very less chances to recover the same. Bablu came near to me and took that cigarette from my hand . I kept quiet as at that time the Hall was fully crowded and very soon we had to carry the funeral of Neha. To relieve from that tough situation I again myself hide into the words of Neha.

Dear not only Babli and Rohan……my gift is for you too.You know  that doctor advised you earlier to replace your damaged lung  but that time you didn’t take that seriously and facing the difficulties. But now Mr. Shyam will change it and please don’t ruin my lungs. I hadn’t touched tobacco in my life . Perhaps my lung will make your will power strong and you will leave the cigarette smoking forever.

That word of Neha broke me completely and I moaned in a shrieked way. A gift for me too……..made me completely shocked. All my near and dear came closer to me to console me. Dr. Shyam was about to leave so He came near to me and ordered me to immediately come into his clinic after one hour so that my lung will me replaced with my beloved. Soon the funeral started. There was no disfigurement of the body and it was looking normal. So an open casket funeral was done. People were wrong in many perspectives on this organ donation concept but everything was normal except the great act which my wife did.

After completing the funeral proceedings , I went to Dr.Shyam’s clinic. He immediately transplant my Lung with Neha’s one. Babli, Rohan, Rinky and many others were the lucky one who got Neha’s gift and were happy of this kind act. I too was the same who got my wife’s wish completed only through this letter otherwise I never allowed anyone for this act. Suddenly I remember the unfinished part of the letter which was in my pocket.I quickly took it out and start reading again.

Sunil…….I Love You very much.You are my soul and I didn’t want to separate myself with you at any cost.Whenever You feel alone,depressed,inattentive,frustrated then do follow these simple steps that make you cool .

Look into the Eyes of Babli ……..

She is the one who soothes You ,

Look at the Rohan’s smile ……..

He is the one who regains You ,

Look towards the Rinky’s beauty ……..

She is the one who adores You ,

Look into Your Heart ,

Took some fresh air inside ,

Feel the world’s magic ,

That will the magic that I am leaving For You.

Your’s Neha,

sep 2,2013

I folded the letter ……kept it near my heart pocket and took a deep sigh.The only three words which I spoken were “You Are Alive”.

Letter Of Sacrifice

Sumit's eyes with tears of joy flowing out of the heaps. It was a letter from his wife "Priyanka", who had just now become the mother of a "new born"baby.

 Love Letter to Husband/ Wife

July 15 , 2013

Dear Sumit ,

It’s a long time since I heard from you. I hope you are all right. This is not just a letter……..You know Yaar…..This is Our “Life”. That life which We  waited for the last ten years. According to your words …….I am very curious to give you this good news. Your hard work has paid off this time. One more JUNIOR has come to serve the Nation.

Sumit’s eyes with tears of joy flowing out of the heaps. It was a letter from his wife “Priyanka”, who had just now become the mother of a “new born”baby. He remembered the pain of that three miscarriages that his wife suffered in the last ten years and He is the only one responsible for that pain. He lost in the thoughts……the first one…..had been just over two years of their marriage when He came back home after His Posting in Assam. Yes, He is an Army Officer whose Top priority has been always their Duty instead of their Family.Perhaps this was the main cause which made him hard hearted and so He was unable to pay the attention of his wife’s words at that time.

I still remember the pain of Our First Miscarriage mating when You came back from “Assam”. I know that was your Love for me but perhaps everytime You tried to Love ……It’s gone worse. I am missing you my Dear……..Its all good now.

On a week leave When I went back to my home…..she sprangly put Her arms around my neck and gave me that news. Perhaps every married man is eager to hear those words,”You are now going to be a responsible man…..a “Father”.But that words didn’t bother me. I simply made a smile and quickly finished my meal. We had a Bed Time after two months……..only that thing bothers me.Yes, We both were in a hurry to spend our night alone but with different concepts. As We lived in a joint family so there was a boundation to leave the drawing room after eleven. So We had to wait ……a wait to get closer to each other. As the eleven past……….We both rushed towards our bedroom. For me the cause was the Physical Satisfaction and for Her the cause was to share those pretty moments which she was going to be live. But without paying any attention towards Her feelings I simply got overpowered Her.

She shrieked in a low tone,” Please….just fifteen days more……I haven’t completed my three months yet and it’s risky.”

I annoyed and replied,” then for what I need You.Why I tied a marriage knot with you? You are my wife and it’s your duty to satisfy me.”

She was resisting but I didn’t pay any attention.A flood of fantasies were revolving in my mind and when it ended ,everything was finished. The very next day She was hospitalized for the abortion. My small little mistake made Her speechless. Every next person who came to see Her was in a mood to give many advices to Her. Some of them blaming Her not to take precautions at such a serious stage. She calmly accepted all the advices as there was nothing to explain.The shining of Her eyes disappears and she was looking pale. I was in a regret but my Manhood always stopped me to accept “Sorry” in front of Her.

Sometimes We knowingly commit a crime that is under our control. That was the day when my fantasies overpowered me badly and my thoughts become helpless.

Diwali is about to come .How lucky is the JUNIOR na? His First festival…….and this time I pledged to celebrate the same with “No Crackers”. I want to distribute some sweets to the poor children.May be they are the one whose wishes blessed me this beautiful “Rose”. This Diwali is really a lucky one for me.

Days passed……years passed……but she couldn’t conceive again. After three years we consulted a doctor ,who prescribed some medicines to us. Six months later again a ray of hope enlightened. We both were very happy and forgot all the pasts. That time We decided to walk at each and every step carefully. Everything went fine up to seven months. I still remember that Black night of Diwali. We both stood in the balcony and was enjoying the Crackers. Suddenly some of my friends came to wish me. I got down and started to enjoy that Diwali crackers with my friends. My friends insisted me to call “Priyanka” too. She simply refused in front of my friends. Again my “Manhood” burst and I ordered Her to get down immediately. She is a very obeying wife ……this I realized later on. She always leans in front of my wishes and due to this simple nature ,She was caught on fire on that Diwali day. In a great anxiety and fear our seventh month baby which was premature dead on the spot. Life stops there again and that time again I was the cause…..and She was the sufferer.

 This time “Sumit” …….My ninth month was the toughest month as each and every second I indulged in my past memories but as You were not there ….so that fear lasts only for a while. Only Your sacrifice blesses me to taste the fruit of “Motherhood”. I Love You very much Dear!

Two more years passed and “Priyanka” was very depressed in those years. Sometimes she thought that Life was useless and made suicide attempts but was always rescued by my family members.They gave Her a hope and perhaps God once again heard our petitions too. I was very cautious when She conceived third time and was trying to make Her happy too at any cost. One can’t imagine that How We passed that nine months. At every moment…every second……a fear entered into my mind……which remains long……..disturbs my sleep……and pointed me that I was the one who is responsible for that two previous miscarriages.So this time neither I want to be the cause nor I want any reward.

That was the day of Our Marriage Anniversary.We have completed eight years together. I was on my leave for ten days. So no doubt was enjoying my day with a bottle of wine. It was day time……We were in bedroom. The sun was shining. A cold wintry weather of the month of November made us close to each other.Only ten days left for welcoming the new “Guest”. We both were very happy. Priyanka was sitting closer to me making me warm. I was on my laptop and was searching some Gift for Her.This time I wanted to make Her surprise through this online shopping. But situation went wrong that time once again.

I too was very much against about the open “Porn” sites that are running frequently now a days. They aren’t only misleading the path of the Young youths but also generate many crimes . And We the married ones……became a habit of all this. I too was allured by it and while surfing my mind got stuck into one of the “Porn” site where if a married man visit under the influence of liquor will be no doubt spoiled His mind. It made me relax and exotic too as many vulgar scenes were going there.Being a Human I couldn’t stop myself for has been watching all that and when I got a into a full excitement state I started making force to my Beloved wife for the same.

Priyanka went into a dilemma. On one side My anniversary Love forced Her and on the other side Her most precious thing was waiting to come. But that time she was sticking to Her words as she knew the consequences of the situation. But Whenever someone tries to challenge my “Manhood”……I became harsh. And at last I was succeeded once again to show my strength before Her.

I never thought that during pregnancy the last nine months was too became so risky which turned the scene and caused the death of my child. My hard pushes was the reason due to which blood clots in the new born’s head ……who was about to come. And with a loud thrust she shrieked in a pain.That was a case of emergency in which the life of priyanka was too in the gambling board. We lost our Child once again and I was the reason this time too.

I never imagined that I will receive  the “Award” too……..”The Most Hilarious Mother Award” which was recently nominated in my Name by Our Society members. But That Award will be given When You are with me. So I am eagerly waiting for You.

When She came back from the Hospital this time……her feelings died……Her emotions swept away but being a wife She was still with me…..holding my hand tightly……was looking into my eyes.I had no words left to console Her.Though She had a lot of questions floating in Her eyes but Her tongue was silent.How can a man be so cruel?How can a man be so deceitful….lusty……such type of questions were revolving in my mind at that time but all that was too late then.

I know Your “Swear” hasn’t completed yet. You are not the cause……sometimes circumstances matter a lot. I want to see You as early as possible but You are a Man who cares about Words.

It took me a long time to counsel my Wife once again. As the Life has no door to Stop …..so was the situation with us. We too lived on …..perhaps for the next chance. As the time and days passed…..our wounds were too ready to heal and We were handling the situation that was passing through. “Priyanka” matters to me a lot. Only a woman can bear the long journey of pain and wishes of Her partner but if a man would be there then surely He denied to live with such an irresponsible Partner. To make Her happy I lastly decided to change our Environment and went to some Hill station for a week. There We restarted our life journey with a new zeal and enthusiasm. In fact I wanted to get back my “Love” which was disappeared from Our Life. I felt very “Sorry” for Her but sometimes “Sorry” too became a peanut in front of our Crime.

But as Sorrows are running so as the Happiness blocked our way. When We came back from our weekend holidays……..We came to know about the Fourth chance. Again a chance of gambling……as We both had no words to say about that.Neither We were in a situation to celebrate that moment nor We could Mourn. But that was the time for me to make me strong……that was the time for me to remorse for my mistake. So without hearing any word ,I simply made a “Swear”. I believe that a “Swear” has the power to make a Man internally strong only that’s why in the olden times the old saga’s were fond of it.

I too went for the same…..which I still remember,”My Dear Priyanka……..I in front of You……in front of the Holy God…..Make this “Swear” ……that from now I am leaving my house and will come back only ,when my Child has completed his First year.”

She was stunned when paid attention towards my words. But without speaking to Her ,I packed my luggage and left my Home for two years. Perhaps I took the right decision at that time as I was an unlucky one in Her life. Though this moment makes me proud but I entered only when my Baby too has completed his One year.

Though I know that you will not come back up to one year……..so sending You an advance invitation letter for His First Birthday and as a gift ,I want that you are the one who will baptize Him.Till then We will call Him only JUNIOR.

Tears were flowing from the Sumit’s eyes. He kissed the Letter many times assuming the Hidden Love of her wife ,who still regards Him a lot.

You know in your absence I passed my time to make me busy in Poetry writing. One of my Best poems which was for You as under-

O’ my Love….O’ my Dear,

Love is different ,

when made fear.

You were the “Cause” ,

And I was the “Victim” ,

Only that’s why….

We together make this moment “Exulting”.

Yours Priyanka