Neal opened his eyes and looked around. He felt tired and dizzy but
he was being forced to get up from his bed.It was coming from his study.
"Somebody's there" a feminine voice called out.
Neal made out whose voice it was. It was Ashwariya's. Neal removed the sheet over him and gently got up from his bed. His feet were shaking. He heard her call out again, "Somebody's there. I am stuck." Neal couldn't find his pair of slippers and so he slowly walked towards the door to the study barefooted. He turned the knob of the door anticlockwise and then pushed it. The door squeaked open. Neal made his way in trying to walk up to Aishwariya.
Neal's eyes fell on her. She sat on her knees, her hands chained to the wall behind her and there was a dog leash on he neck. Her body bled horrific because f the multiple cuts on her breasts and he belly with a knife. Both her ankles were tied to each other with a pink rope and her nipples clamped with electric wires connected to a battery. Her hair was tied in a french bun and the mascara on her eyes were smudged. A glossy wine red lipstick perfectly drawn on her lips.
"Make love to me, Mistress. Make love to me" she said in a low tone. Neal was frightened to see her in pain. He went back three steps and stuck at the door with his back. He heard foot steps -- tap...tap...tap in a rhythmic manner.
A lady walked from another side in the room. She wore red leather boots and black leather underwear and a corset. He whitish voluptuous bosoms were left open. Her golden curls were knee length and were left open. She wore a set of emerald earrings and a necklace that Neal recognized. The jewelery is passed over to generations in his family. He trembled in fear as his eyes fell on the whip at the hands of the lady in corset. Her red nails added more fear of dominance in his mind.
"Come join us, my love...come join us" the lady said in an inviting tone. Chills and shiver ran through his veins as he heard her tone. He knew the tone too. He looked at her face. She was Palak.She sat down on her knees and pulled Ashwariya's chin towards her and kissed her. Her tongue penetrated deep in Ashwariya's mouth. With her right hand she pinched the clamps on her nipples to make Ashwariys go through immense pain as she kissed. Neal was stoned at the sight. Palak was back in their life and she was there to take her revenge upon him. She was neglected by him and now she sought all the attention from him and now she had that.
Fear trembled at his eyes. He was weak and fragile and he didn't know what to do. He saw Ashwariya crying; black teardrops fell down her cheeks blending itself with the smudged mascara.
"Take me with you Neal..take me with you" she cried softly. She had lost all her energy, she was abut to faint any time.
"Pa...Palak, say away from her. Just stay away" he screamed gathering up courage. Palak was still there kissing Aishwariya again and then pulled her tongue out and licked Ashwariya's face and neck looking towards Neal.
"Come and take her Neal, come and take her" Palak dared him. Neal walked towards them. He saw a stick kept at a shelf to his right. He took the stick and advanced towards them. As he make his second step, he was in pain, deep unbearable pain. He had stepped on a piece of broken glass. His right foot bled. He took another step and he stepped on another piece of glass and injured his left foot. The floor was spread with pieces of broken glasses. The floor stained red with each step he took. The pain was going unbearable with every step but he didn't stop. He had take Ashwariya, the beautiful Ashwariya away from Palak.
"Come and take her Neal, come and take her" Palak dared again. His eyes were in tears and so were Ashwariya's. He came closer to them when Palak got up and smashed the whip at his face. Neal fell down on the flor helpless, screaming in pain.
The door opened and the doctor with two nurses rushed in. Neal lay on the floor with his hands at his face screaming in pain. "Leave me, don't hurt me. Aishwariya, Aishwariya" and then fainted. There was sudden silence in the room. Neals face was covered in blood. His right palm was bleeding. He was holding an inverted knife.
"You look so charming...in the suit" Aishwariya said as her eyes fell on him after she opened the door
"You won't even stop flattering in the early morning" Neal lend out a smile. "You look beautiful too" he added.
"I am glad you came here. My surprise won't get ruined after all. We have to catch a train in thirty minutes so we better hurry. No... you wait here at the door. I come out with the stuffs" she said all in one sentence and rushed to the kitchen to get the picnic basket.
"Hey young girl, mind if I know where we are going?"
"To Orchha"
"And where is that?"
"A little away from where you can see breasts and vaginas and phallus"
"I rather should Google it"
"You can keep on doing that, but right now hop in the taxi"
"Singh uncle, the prince is here. Now hurry, I don't want t miss the train"
"You won't dearie. We shall reach there in time"
"So, what are you doing?"
"Reading about Orchha in Wikipedia. It seems to be a magnificent place"
"It is...It's a picnic. You will have fun for sure"
"A picnic? So, it just you and me?"
"Yes, a picnic and no, we won't be alone. A bus full of people are joining us too. We go Gwalior on train and then from there we go Orchha by bus. Remember, I told you I was brought up in an orphanage?"
"You did."
"Well, this trip is between the families who have adopted children from the orphanage. Seventeen families are joining in this trip. Prithvi Pandey or Mr. Panda as we call him because he is fat and slow like a panda. He is also very cute. He is the owner of the orphanage and he had brought be up" she topped and looked at Neal who was sincerely listening to her.
"So, I asked him, in fact I demanded that I was bringing a friend along" she further added.
"You shouldn't have done all these. I shall really feel awkward in the trip"
"Oh! Don't be a sissy. You have me there. What more do you wish to have?"
Neal look at her eyes. They were silent. Singh was observing them from the rear view mirror and smiled as he drove. They were of different age for sure but they both knew how to melt into each other. Singh geared up the Ambassador and took them to the New Delhi railway Station. There was very little traffic ealy in the morning and so it was easy for him to speed up.
Aishwariya rushed down with her picnic basket and tiptoed on her boots. The Suited man too got down from the taxi from the other end.
"Single Uncle, I will talk about the dues when we are back"
"Sure, no problem dearie. You just have fun and bring in lots of pictures for me to see"
"Sure I will"
"Why are you standing Sir? Run, we have a train to catch"
Neal took the picnic basket from her and they both rushed towards the station.
"to platform six" she shouted out to Neal. They climbed the stairs, walked to platform number six and got down. They were in time. The authorities just made the announcement of its arrival. The stood by the platform and waited for the train to halt. Aishwariya had booked first class AC tickets in the train. She did that because she was unsure if Neal had ever traveled anywhere without luxuries. The man who wore a suit even when he was asked to meet early in the morning have definitely not seen hardships with money.ends
Aishwariya and Neal boarded the train. Te temperature was controlled inside and they felt a sudden sense of warmth in them.
"So, all excited about the picnic?" Neal asked.
"Definitely, yes. I haven't seen my family, I meant the family I grew up with for almost a year now." she answered.
"Good" Neal replied back and yawned. It was unusually early fr him. He hadn't slept at night as he was busy with the files he took home from his office t replenish the time he had wasted thinking about his death. being there at the office.
"You haven't slept at night. Did you?"
"No"
"Very well then take rest now. The berth is all yours to sleep. Take rest. Its almost a four hour ride. "
"Its fine. If I sleep you will definitely have nothing to do"
"Actually I have"
"And what is that?"
"Play with your hair as you sleep at my hip. I will read you poems till you sleep"
"Your poetry excites me. Do you think I can actually sleep?"
"The poem I am going t read will make you sleep, dream and take you to a far far land of fantasy you definitely wouldn't want to escape" Aishwariya told him.
"Great then" Neal said in a soft tone and looked at her from a nose length distance. He removed his coat and folded the sleeves of his shirt and removed the shoes. He rested on her lap and closed his eyes.
"Take me to the fantasy land then" he replied.
"It is a poem by Mihai Eminescu- Luceafarul"
"What is it about? Never heard of it before"
"The poem is about a mortal girl and an evening star. I read it when I was at college. The poem is so artistic."
"Read it out then"
"Very well then...
"Somebody's there" a feminine voice called out.
Neal made out whose voice it was. It was Ashwariya's. Neal removed the sheet over him and gently got up from his bed. His feet were shaking. He heard her call out again, "Somebody's there. I am stuck." Neal couldn't find his pair of slippers and so he slowly walked towards the door to the study barefooted. He turned the knob of the door anticlockwise and then pushed it. The door squeaked open. Neal made his way in trying to walk up to Aishwariya.
Neal's eyes fell on her. She sat on her knees, her hands chained to the wall behind her and there was a dog leash on he neck. Her body bled horrific because f the multiple cuts on her breasts and he belly with a knife. Both her ankles were tied to each other with a pink rope and her nipples clamped with electric wires connected to a battery. Her hair was tied in a french bun and the mascara on her eyes were smudged. A glossy wine red lipstick perfectly drawn on her lips.
"Make love to me, Mistress. Make love to me" she said in a low tone. Neal was frightened to see her in pain. He went back three steps and stuck at the door with his back. He heard foot steps -- tap...tap...tap in a rhythmic manner.
A lady walked from another side in the room. She wore red leather boots and black leather underwear and a corset. He whitish voluptuous bosoms were left open. Her golden curls were knee length and were left open. She wore a set of emerald earrings and a necklace that Neal recognized. The jewelery is passed over to generations in his family. He trembled in fear as his eyes fell on the whip at the hands of the lady in corset. Her red nails added more fear of dominance in his mind.
"Come join us, my love...come join us" the lady said in an inviting tone. Chills and shiver ran through his veins as he heard her tone. He knew the tone too. He looked at her face. She was Palak.She sat down on her knees and pulled Ashwariya's chin towards her and kissed her. Her tongue penetrated deep in Ashwariya's mouth. With her right hand she pinched the clamps on her nipples to make Ashwariys go through immense pain as she kissed. Neal was stoned at the sight. Palak was back in their life and she was there to take her revenge upon him. She was neglected by him and now she sought all the attention from him and now she had that.
Fear trembled at his eyes. He was weak and fragile and he didn't know what to do. He saw Ashwariya crying; black teardrops fell down her cheeks blending itself with the smudged mascara.
"Take me with you Neal..take me with you" she cried softly. She had lost all her energy, she was abut to faint any time.
"Pa...Palak, say away from her. Just stay away" he screamed gathering up courage. Palak was still there kissing Aishwariya again and then pulled her tongue out and licked Ashwariya's face and neck looking towards Neal.
"Come and take her Neal, come and take her" Palak dared him. Neal walked towards them. He saw a stick kept at a shelf to his right. He took the stick and advanced towards them. As he make his second step, he was in pain, deep unbearable pain. He had stepped on a piece of broken glass. His right foot bled. He took another step and he stepped on another piece of glass and injured his left foot. The floor was spread with pieces of broken glasses. The floor stained red with each step he took. The pain was going unbearable with every step but he didn't stop. He had take Ashwariya, the beautiful Ashwariya away from Palak.
"Come and take her Neal, come and take her" Palak dared again. His eyes were in tears and so were Ashwariya's. He came closer to them when Palak got up and smashed the whip at his face. Neal fell down on the flor helpless, screaming in pain.
The door opened and the doctor with two nurses rushed in. Neal lay on the floor with his hands at his face screaming in pain. "Leave me, don't hurt me. Aishwariya, Aishwariya" and then fainted. There was sudden silence in the room. Neals face was covered in blood. His right palm was bleeding. He was holding an inverted knife.
"You look so charming...in the suit" Aishwariya said as her eyes fell on him after she opened the door
"You won't even stop flattering in the early morning" Neal lend out a smile. "You look beautiful too" he added.
"I am glad you came here. My surprise won't get ruined after all. We have to catch a train in thirty minutes so we better hurry. No... you wait here at the door. I come out with the stuffs" she said all in one sentence and rushed to the kitchen to get the picnic basket.
"Hey young girl, mind if I know where we are going?"
"To Orchha"
"And where is that?"
"A little away from where you can see breasts and vaginas and phallus"
"I rather should Google it"
"You can keep on doing that, but right now hop in the taxi"
"Singh uncle, the prince is here. Now hurry, I don't want t miss the train"
"You won't dearie. We shall reach there in time"
"So, what are you doing?"
"Reading about Orchha in Wikipedia. It seems to be a magnificent place"
"It is...It's a picnic. You will have fun for sure"
"A picnic? So, it just you and me?"
"Yes, a picnic and no, we won't be alone. A bus full of people are joining us too. We go Gwalior on train and then from there we go Orchha by bus. Remember, I told you I was brought up in an orphanage?"
"You did."
"Well, this trip is between the families who have adopted children from the orphanage. Seventeen families are joining in this trip. Prithvi Pandey or Mr. Panda as we call him because he is fat and slow like a panda. He is also very cute. He is the owner of the orphanage and he had brought be up" she topped and looked at Neal who was sincerely listening to her.
"So, I asked him, in fact I demanded that I was bringing a friend along" she further added.
"You shouldn't have done all these. I shall really feel awkward in the trip"
"Oh! Don't be a sissy. You have me there. What more do you wish to have?"
Neal look at her eyes. They were silent. Singh was observing them from the rear view mirror and smiled as he drove. They were of different age for sure but they both knew how to melt into each other. Singh geared up the Ambassador and took them to the New Delhi railway Station. There was very little traffic ealy in the morning and so it was easy for him to speed up.
Aishwariya rushed down with her picnic basket and tiptoed on her boots. The Suited man too got down from the taxi from the other end.
"Single Uncle, I will talk about the dues when we are back"
"Sure, no problem dearie. You just have fun and bring in lots of pictures for me to see"
"Sure I will"
"Why are you standing Sir? Run, we have a train to catch"
Neal took the picnic basket from her and they both rushed towards the station.
"to platform six" she shouted out to Neal. They climbed the stairs, walked to platform number six and got down. They were in time. The authorities just made the announcement of its arrival. The stood by the platform and waited for the train to halt. Aishwariya had booked first class AC tickets in the train. She did that because she was unsure if Neal had ever traveled anywhere without luxuries. The man who wore a suit even when he was asked to meet early in the morning have definitely not seen hardships with money.ends
Aishwariya and Neal boarded the train. Te temperature was controlled inside and they felt a sudden sense of warmth in them.
"So, all excited about the picnic?" Neal asked.
"Definitely, yes. I haven't seen my family, I meant the family I grew up with for almost a year now." she answered.
"Good" Neal replied back and yawned. It was unusually early fr him. He hadn't slept at night as he was busy with the files he took home from his office t replenish the time he had wasted thinking about his death. being there at the office.
"You haven't slept at night. Did you?"
"No"
"Very well then take rest now. The berth is all yours to sleep. Take rest. Its almost a four hour ride. "
"Its fine. If I sleep you will definitely have nothing to do"
"Actually I have"
"And what is that?"
"Play with your hair as you sleep at my hip. I will read you poems till you sleep"
"Your poetry excites me. Do you think I can actually sleep?"
"The poem I am going t read will make you sleep, dream and take you to a far far land of fantasy you definitely wouldn't want to escape" Aishwariya told him.
"Great then" Neal said in a soft tone and looked at her from a nose length distance. He removed his coat and folded the sleeves of his shirt and removed the shoes. He rested on her lap and closed his eyes.
"Take me to the fantasy land then" he replied.
"It is a poem by Mihai Eminescu- Luceafarul"
"What is it about? Never heard of it before"
"The poem is about a mortal girl and an evening star. I read it when I was at college. The poem is so artistic."
"Read it out then"
"Very well then...
There
was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.
She was her parents' only child,
Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.
From the deep shadow of the vaults
Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nook
Bright Evening-star expects.
She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.
To look at him every night
Her soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.
And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her whim
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.
........ " she read as she played with his hair. Before she passed the thirty seventh stanza he was fast asleep. She didn't stop to read and continued till the end. Then she took his hand and kissed it. Never had she felt such warmth for a man. She was all in him, knowing the love will run short of time.
Love is never about how many days you have spent on your lover's arms but on how much the lover had desired to hold you close to the heart. She was happy with the moments with resting on her lap. She never asked for more from the time she had seen him for the first time. The strange innocence in his grey eyes had captured her mind. The last line of he poem she read defined the love she felt, the love that will reside in her heart forever.
"You live in your sphere's narrowness
And luck rules over you -
But in my steady world I feel
Eternal, cold and true!"
And luck rules over you -
But in my steady world I feel
Eternal, cold and true!"
[P.S: To read the complete version of the poem go through the following link'
http://www.worldrecordacademy.com/arts/longest_love_poem-world_record_set_by_the_Evening_Star_90145.htm]
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