|The Dormant Fire (standard:romance, 1485 words)|
|Author: Shamoil Ahmad||Added: Apr 10 2010||Views/Reads: 1495/1050||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A woman fully opens herself only in the arms of beloveds|
The Dormant Fire Shamoil Ahmad Sulemanís wife was like a religious book meticulously wrapped in a canvas that needed to be handled with care. Although she had been married for ten years now still she had not fully opened up with Suleman. Whenever Suleman would call her she would look furtively around to make sure there was no body about. She took particular care for the children. And until she was absolutely sure that children were fast asleep, she would not allow suleman to come close to her. In the initial stages Suleman was fairly irritated by this behavior of Sultana . It then seemed to him that having sex with her amounted to committing some kind of sin . But once Razia came to his life, the mystery unraveled itself . It now dawned upon him that there was a difference between wife and paramour and both of them have their distinct importance in life. Razia was Sulemanís paramour and she had those attributes that a paramour must possess. To a kiss she responded with a kiss . If Suleman took her in his embrace, she exhibited warmth in equal measure . At times. In fact. She took the initiative and once in embrace, she would caressingly whisper into his ears..."Where were you all these days My Love...."? This used to have an intoxicating effect on Suleman. He never received this shower of love from Sultana. Sultana was like a knot that could be loosened, but not opened fully. Razia was just opposite to that. She was like a book on the shelf that he could open at his sweet will in the manner he pleased. And whenever he opened this book called Razia, he invariably found a new chapter of love...and Razia herself used to say..."this is the difference My Love...wives fulfill the duty of a married life, beloveds open up the treasures..." Razia believed that a woman fully opens herself only in the arms of beloveds. If the husband himself is the lover, itís fine, otherwise she only performs her duty...she is dominated by the sentiment of duty to love. On this Suleman had once even remarked to her "that means you do not love your husband." Upon this Razia put her arms around his neck and said." My Love! I consider it my duty to love my husband, but love is not duty." On this Suleman had planted a long kiss." Then what is love ?" "This is love...no man ever kisses his wife in this manner...love is not tying down to tether-post...love means liberation...love means liberation from all kinds of ties." "Oh ! Thatís great indeed." Suleman began to laugh. "See how free we are...? How liberated we are...? The relationship between husband and wife is actually the matter of ownership where no one is owner, both are slaves, both are dependent on one another...and love is not dependence." Suleman was tongue-tied. He was overwhelmed. "Shall I tell you one thing...?" Suddenly Razia smiled, but soon blushed and went silent. "Tell me ...!" "No...I wonít." "Tell me My Love." Suleman cuddled her cheeks. "When I am being loved by my husband, I have you in my mind...having you in my mind helps me get excited...and then I get my..." Suleman embraced her tightly. "And how about when you are with me in my embrace.?" "When I am in your embrace I find myself fully liberated...there is no resistance...no impediment...only I remain...there is a current ...the current of a river in full flow...and then nothing remains... no current...no river...I also do not remain." Suleman was thoroughly gratified by what Razia had said. But for all this , his relations with Sultana was harmonious. Rather the more he was drawn towards Razia, his regards for Sultana also went on Click here to read the rest of this story (94 more lines)
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