Herons (standard:romance, 2690 words)
Author: Shamoil Ahmad	Added: Feb 05 2012	Views/Reads: 2687/1887	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

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for a while put off Latika. ‘' Do you believe in palmistry. ?'' said 
she making a recovery. ‘' just a little bit .'' ‘' Then give it . Let 
me see your hand. ‘' Latika began to scan the lines of his hand. His 
palm was wet with perspiration. Latika's own palm and fingers had gone 
wet and she was getting the feel of a strange pleasure. She had a 
strong desire of taking his hand to his cheek and rub vigorously there 
in order to absorb the entire amount of perspiration. ‘' Your hand is 
very tender...such hands belong to big shots only.'' ‘' But I am no big 
shot. ‘' ‘' Soon you will become a wealthy man. This line shows it.'' 
‘'But how on earth could I become wealthy. ?'' He spoke quite 
innocently. “ You could become...!” Suddenly Latika's manner was 
changed and this startled him so much that he looked at her and 
wondered whether she had gone mad. ‘' Come to my place where we can 
talk in leisure...won't you...?'' ‘' Well...I'll try.'' ‘'No try...must 
come...here is my address.'' Latika said pushing her visiting card onto 
him and hurried out of the room leaving him flabbergasted. But she 
returned again and coming close to him said. ‘'come on...let us go on 
round...'' ‘'Well...well...I have some important work now...'' His 
voice had gone husky as he fumbled with his words. ‘' why are you so 
nervous.?'' Latika said affectionately. She felt like fondling him. To 
Latika he looked like a frightened pigeon who had escaped from the cage 
and came into an open field and was surrounded by wild beasts. ‘'I ‘ll 
try to come...'' Latika chuckled and walked out of room.  Occupying her 
seat in the car, she threw a glance onto the door. He was standing near 
the gate with eye-lids dropped. Latika could not control her laugh. She 
beckoned him to come. Hesitatingly he walked close to the car, she 
said. ‘'I shall wait for you at seven in the evening...'' And then with 
a smile, she threw a final glance at his face and then revolved up the 
engine of the car and sped off. 

Upon reaching home, Latika straightway headed for the bathroom and shed
her clothes. She opened the shower and sat down under it in squatting 
posture. Cold water showering down on her back was swaying her with a 
strange pleasure. On umpteen occasions she had subjected herself to 
this kind of bath, but never in the past did she relish it the way she 
was doing it now. Upon returning to her room, she cast asunder the 
towel and stood before the life –sized mirror inspecting her body from 
all possible angles. 

‘'He will come...he will definitely come...'' Her heart was declaring,
victorious smile was creeping upon her lips and the eyes were 
glistening with the glow of unfulfilled desires. She pulled the drawer 
of the table and flicked out a cigarette and dragged a chair in front 
of the dressing table and sat down on it. Then lighting her cigarette 
she once again scrutinized her body in the mirror. She had begun to 
imagine herself  a lass of  sixteen or seventeen. Her own image looked 
strange to her. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her forehead they all 
looked strange and new to her.  Darkness in  the region of her eyes 
looked objectionable to her. She took out a vial of some cream and 
rubbed a large portion of it in that region. Then she applied powder on 
her face and looked at the watch puffing her cigarette. It was just 
five. There was still two  hours to go. These two hours looked like an 
unpassable mountain. And what if he did not come...? 

No...never...her heart protested no sooner than this idea occurred to
her...she will have him at any cost and will make him her own for good. 
Oh...how innocent is he...how childlike is his talk and he blushes 
almost like girls. Latika recalled how he had turned ruddy right up to 
his  ears while turning the pages of ‘Life' he had come face to face 
with a half nude portrait. Latika flowered into a smile. He will come 
and keep blushing all the time. When he will notice me looking intently 
at him , he will go a little nervy and will move a little away from me. 
Then on the pretext of reading his palm she will take his hand into her 
own. How soft and tender his fingers are and when he cracks his fingers 
in sheer nervousness how charming does she look ! And then the 
perspiration of his palm  will come stuck on her  cheeks which will 
render them wet to give her the feel of a fresh whiff of air. And how 
nervous will he look and how will he shiver in trepidation. His tender 
and unused body will then shiver and then she will fondle  him and ask 
him affectionately...why are you so much nervous..? you are in your 
home and this light...but no...not that fast...he will get frightened 
and will never come again perhaps...he is barely sixteen or 
seventeen...absolutely innocent and uncontaminated. 

Latika thought taking last puff on cigarette and crushing the butt-end 
in the ash-tray looked  restlessly  at the watch. It was ten minutes to 
go for six. She became annoyed with herself.  What sense did it make to 
call him at seven ? For not good reasons she will have to wait for 
another hour. 

She laughed at her restlessness and got up. Stretching her body she lay
on the cot.  Every pore of the body had begun to ache.  She took a 
pillow under her breast and pressed hard against it taking heavy 
breath. 

She will not do it all that very fast...she thought, he is totally
inexperienced and innocent. His body is like a bud pure and sinless. He 
does not even understand the meaning of love. She will teach him the 
art of making love...she will make a man of this innocent boy...a 
complete man. And Latika began to pride herself as she thought of it. 
Her happiness could not be contained as she thought she would be the 
first woman who will initiate him into love. 

She fished out a bottle of beer from the almirah and began to sip
leisurely.  She kept the glass on the table and lied down. She felt 
like entering the bathroom once again and subject her burning body to 
another shower and rub hard with her both hands the parts of the body 
that were oozing with fire, but just then the calling bell rung. 
Startled she looked at the watch. It was seven already.  She  hurled a 
sleeping gown on her nude body and opened the door. He was standing on 
the door worried and perplexed. ‘' Oh God...come in...come in young 
boy. “  Latika said smiling uninhibitedly. To Latika the boy looked so 
scared as though someone had given him the frght of specter. No sooner 
he entered than Latika bolted the door from within and with a smile sat 
down on the cot. Her smile showed that her confidence had taken the hue 
of egoistic victory. ‘' sit down...why are you standing?' Latika said 
eyeing him towards the chair. Like a docile child he occupied the seat. 
Latika fixed her gaze upon him. He with his fingers began to draw 
tangent lines on the arms of the chair. ‘' What are you thinking. ?” “ 
Beg your pardon. “? “What are you thinking. “? “ Nothing...nothing at 
all.” “Something is definitely there. “ Latika said smiling. He 
remained silent. “ Show your hand. “ she could not tarry any longer. He 
quietly extended his hand. “ Come here on this cot...it can be seen 
better from here.” For a while he remained stationary...then he rose 
from the  chair and took his seat on the cot close to her. She busied 
herself observing the lines of his hand. After a while it occurred to 
Latika that he was gradually moving closer to her. Latika looked 
askance at him. His left hand had travelling slowly towards her waist 
and soon Latika felt the crawls of his fingers in that region of hers. 
She was amazed at the audacity of the boy. She moved a little away from 
him as though she did not like this fast act of familiarization 
initiated by him. Latika soon realized that he was making further 
advances towards her. Once again she felt the crawl of his fingers on 
her waist. “ What does this line says.?” Suddenly the boy bent forward  
in an apparent effort to show that line to her but in the process of 
bending forward he had brought his mouth very close to that of Latika. 
So much so the warm breath of the boy had begun to land on her face and 
it occurred to Latika that he had intentionally bent so much forwarded 
as though he wanted to kiss her. Latka stood up and subjected him to a 
stern look. For the first time it occurred to her that the simplicity 
and innocence she had noticed earlier on his face was no more 
discernible. He looked like any other man “ sit down please...! Why you 
are looking so nervous.”? “Nervous...? Why should I be nervous?” Latika 
spoke angrily and it appeared to her that he was not what she had taken 
him for. On the contrary he is a downright vulgar and a dirty man. He 
is not a sixteen or seventeen year boy. He is rather a dangerous man 
...a complete man already. His body is not like a bud-pure and 
uncontaminated but a poisonous thorn having emerged from a dirty lane 
who can destroy her total being. And the very next moment it appeared 
that Latika's entire being was destroyed. For a while she remained 
speechless...stultified. It dawned on Latika that he had taken her for 
a whore and nothing more. As though she had no respect...no value...and 
that anyone can utilize her the way he wanted. She was filled with a 
strong sense of abhorrence. She violently extricated herself from his 
embrace  and wiping her lips off  she screamed at him. “ You 
bastard...! What for you have come here?” He looked at Latika toatally 
baffled. “Get out you swine !” she screamed again. After reaching the 
door the boy once looked back at Latika and then walked  out of the 
room. Latika flung on the cot. She was panting. After a while she 
suddenly got up, cast asunder her sleeping gown, entered the bathroom, 
opened the shower and sat down in squatting posture. She began to rub 
her body with both her hands under the cold shower. The voice of her 
bitter sobs got submerged in the din of the sound created by the 
falling water. ........ 


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