Herons (standard:romance, 2690 words)
Author: Shamoil Ahmad	Added: Feb 05 2012	Views/Reads: 2668/1878	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is story about a woman known for her preying prowess. She entertained the same view about men what men have about the women. She did not consider men anything more than a bed sheet which, when dirty must be changed. A bed sheet did not last beyond

Herons						Shamoil Ahmad 

Latika standing before the full –sized mirror was watching her nude body
from all possible angles. Her lips exuded a thin victorious smile and 
her eyes sparkled with a mysterious shine...a shine usually visible in 
the eyes of a hunter who after laying the trap hides in a corner 
waiting on his prey. The trap Latika had laid was finding expression on 
her lips in the form of a thin smile and in her eyes where a mysterious 
glow had found space. Albeit, Latika had preyed upon many.   She was 
recognized in the club for her preying prowess. Her latest prey was 
unique and she could not contain her glee on her catch. She had never 
like Miss Choudhry preyed upon anyone just for the sake of money. She 
had no dearth of money either.  She had three cotton mills in the town. 
It was for mere sexual satisfaction that she spread her tentacles she 
intensely hated Miss Choudhry. Because Miss Choudhry hankered after 
money and used to move with boorish and detestable millionaires whose 
yellow stinking teeth released so foul an odor that she had to cover 
her nose with handkerchief while talking to them. 

Latika was proud of the fact that she never gave lift to such persons.
Last time also she was seen with a psychologist. It was altogether a 
different thing that she soon got cloyed with the people. 

Latika entertained the same view about men what men have about the
women.  She did not consider men anything more than a bed sheet which, 
when dirty must be changed. A bed sheet did not last beyond a week with 
her. It was famous about her that she always had young and healthy 
clients whom she kept changing. These days a young rustic fellow was 
staying with her who came to her rescue time and again. Particularly on 
that day he was of great use to her when That young engineer treated 
her  in such a rough-shod manner and spurned her offer to go with Mrs. 
Durgadas. That day Latika had subjected herself to a heavy 
drinking-bout and had returned very late from the club and had headed 
straight for the servant's quarter and squeezed that rustic chap like 
lemon. Even then she did not seem to have been satisfied. The pain of 
loosing out that engineer to Mrs. Durgadas was very intense. Her 
dislike for Mrs. Durgadas was full up to the brim, for this was not the 
first instance of its kind. Mrs. Durgadas was  more experienced and 
adept at the game and she had filched away many of her prospective 
preys. She had been scheming day  in and day out to avenge it on her 
and that day when she had been to Mrs.Khanna  for finalizing a picnic 
program she descried a young boy there. The sight of a fresh young boy 
worked like a soothing balm on her wound. 

He was seated on a sofa turning the pages of ‘'Life''. ‘'Is Mr. Khanna
in ?” Latika asked fixing a gaze on him ‘' Well , he...he has gone to 
Pune...!'' With a start he looked at Latika and droped his eyes like a 
simpleton. She took instant liking to his dropping of eyes in the 
manner he did and at once occupied her sit beside him on the sofa. ‘' I 
don't remember having seen you earlier here. ? ‘' ‘' I came here in 
search of a job. ‘' ‘' Oh...that means you are brother of Malti...? ‘' 
Latika asked with a meaningful smile. In response he had put his head 
down and the lines of embarrassment were clearly drawn across his face. 
‘' Malti must have gone with Mr. Khanna. ‘' ‘' Yes! “ He spoke without 
looking up.'' Latika was watching him with keen interest. His eyes were 
large and attractive. He dropped his eye-lid while speaking and looked 
all the more simple and innocent. He was just on the threshold of 
youth. His lips were fine and subtle. Slightly growing face had made 
him more attractive. Latika had a lurking desire of touching his lips 
just to see how soft and tender they were. For a while she was herself 
amazed at the brazenness of her desire and smilingly she moved a little 
closer to him. The boy looked stealthily towards her and busied himself 
in hurriedly turning the pages of ‘'Life'' A few drops of perspiration 
had emerged on his countenance and to an extent it had gone ruddy. 
Latika could not help smiling at his discomfiture. She moved still 
closer to him.  Latika's eyes too had been reverted on the turning 
pages of ‘'Life''.   on one page a half-nude picture appeared and he 
hurriedly turned the page, but on the other page there was a picture of 
kissing out of sheer nervousness he looked towards Latika and then 
threw ‘'Life'' on the nearby tripod. “ You look little nervous...'' 
Latika said with a mischievous smile. ‘'yes...no...not at all...!'' His 
failure to articulate clearly showed he was in a disturbed state of 
mind. He was cracking his fingers out of nervousness. ‘' your fingers 
are quite artistic. ‘' suddenly she said indicating towards his fine 
fingers. ‘' No... there is no art in me.'' He smiled this time which 


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