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|The River (standard:romance, 28256 words)|
|Author: Shamoil Ahmad||Added: Jun 10 2010||Views/Reads: 1011/999||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A woman hurt by male ego seeks her liberation....|
The River Shamoil Ahmad One As usual, he turned sideways to sleep, leaving her to gaze vacantly at the ceiling. She felt a sudden spurt of revulsion; that she should be thus lying down, battered ....while he, like a satiated pig, should... She looked at him disdainfully and with utter contempt as he cracked his fingers and occasionally coughed to clear his throat. It was disgusting to her. She thought that he would soon lapse into uncouth yawning, making an ugly sound And as he did that, it filled her with deep annoyance and for once she even thought of expressing this annoyance on him in some form. But she stayed put. There was no point in doing it all, for he was insensitive and lacked aesthetic sense. . She arranged her disheveled clothe and left the bed; moved into the bath munching this unpleasant cud that he would sleep like a lifeless carcass while she would clean up her bodily mess .... After a while, she emerged from the bathroom. The shower, however, did not abate her anger. Instead, her disgust increased by several notches as she looked at him, lying moribund on the bed. As usual, he was fast asleep already, A tinge of tear suddenly surfaced in her eyes. She felt he used her like an instrument: played on it when he needed to and cast it aside after he used up and lapsed into deep slumber. Despite her best efforts, she could not control tears from rolling down her cheek. She cupped her face into her hands and began to sob bitterly. It was not like this those days ... Those were the early days and she kept delving deep into the river... now plunging deep, now surfacing for breath in the mysterious blissful moments. How manly was he those days! Those hairy hands...his broad and dependable chest...his firm grips... his broad and engrossing embrace always reminded her of the long and wide riverbed. Her intense desire would then be to lie on it, clinging to his broad chest, and fall asleep into his arms. As was his habit, he turned his back even those days as he slept, but she coiled up to his broad back falling fast asleep. She had run into him for the first time at a wedding of one of her distant relations. He was in a dark grey suit and looked highly attractive. The way he was assisting the hosts, it had become plain to her that he was a key member of this family and rated highly there. He was personally supervising everything and was taking adequate care of the guests. He kept visiting each guest to see that they had their dinner plates full and well supplied...directing attendants to serve here, serve there...serve chicken there...bring some biriyani here... some salad there. He seemed to be in everything and she was forced to conclude that he was really smart, He had once come to her as well and pleaded with her to take some more pieces of chicken...and before she could protest or say anything, he had put a piece of chicken on her plate. It had then occurred to her that he had deliberately come close to her table. May be, he wanted to have a better view of her...he had then turned towards papa as well. She had briefly smiled. She could not help stealthily looking at him. After the banquet, he took his position at the exit to bid farewell to each guest in person. He smiled at papa as they began to move. Papa appeared impressed. He introduced himself as inspection engineer in Gammon India and said that he lived in Grand Apartment located at Fraser Road...and informed him that he knew him. Papa had greeted him with a courteous smile then, and indicating towards her had said,” My daughter...a UGC scholar...” He bowed with a smile. She too, courteously, smiled back at him. She had adequate opportunity to observe him properly, and she had succeeded in taking a measure of him. Eyes were tiny and rotund...ruddiness in complexion...eyebrows on either side was thick almost jostling on the forehead. She felt that there was a trace of listlessness on his face. Papa then gave him their address and completed the formality of inviting him. In response, he had said that he would definitely take the earliest opportunity and in the process of responding to him, he had managed to take a long look at her yet again. She was in a happy frame of mind when returned home. After changing, she occupied her usual place on the balcony. On the other side of the road, Click here to read the rest of this story (2719 more lines)
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