|Sugar Cube . (standard:romance, 4433 words)|
|Author: Shamoil Ahmad||Added: Feb 06 2012||Views/Reads: 1263/753||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|There was impact of Venus on Rashda…she used to kiss Usman… Rashda’s beauty was enchanting…lips like jewel…teeth closely knit pearls…and Venus was perched high on Pisces while she was born a Virgo.|
Sugar Cube Shamoil Ahmad There was impact of Venus on Rashda...she used to kiss Usman... Rashda's beauty was enchanting...lips like jewel...teeth closely knit pearls...and Venus was perched high on Pisces while she was born a Virgo. In Virgo it was full moon and Rashda's cheeks had the lustre of sunshine, the eyes would sparkle with golden colour and on her lips drawn up like well spread out rainbow ...and to Usman Rashda was all sugar cube.... Usually, it is the paramour who is likened to sugar cube....but Rashda was not Usman's paramour. Rashda was the wife of Usman and Venus was ..... After day long racking of brain in the office when he returned home, she would accost him with ardor and amorous appeal, with a smile she would put her hands across his neck, tenderly kiss him and would say,”tired, aren't you?” And he would feel he had walked into a benign shade of comfort after having been subjected to a daylong scorching heat. Usman had not been married long, but he was under total spell of Rashda's hairy locks. Her captivating beauteous face was always before his eyes. He did not find any interest in office files. His heart always yearned to run into Rashda's arms.... Whenever his boss was on tour, Usman would on, one pretext or other, rush back home to Rashda. She would sweetly whisper into his ears. “Why, what happened...? Couldn't concentrate mind on work...?” She would giggle uninterruptedly long enough. Even nightingale could not have matched the mellifluousness of her giggle and this continual giggle put Usman out of countenance. Usman was one of those men who considered it a sin to even stare at any other women. It was not that on reaching home, he at once took her into his arms and planted kisses on her....or if ever he feelingly touched her cheeks to say that she looked fabulous....! Those men who do not ogle other women do not treat their wives in this manner. But men have nails. They have the symptoms of animals. If there was an animal in Usman, it certainly was not lion...not even wolf...not even money...maybe rabbit...or lamb that belonged to Aries sign of Zodiac. His hands were robust, but his grip was very tender. He did not rough-handle...he touched Rashda with a kind of tenderness that was akin to groping for something in the dark. What would one see if one were to see the act of love-making in the mirror...? Sex in its rudest form would be on display. But that was not what happened with Usman...his eyes would not go wild...his breath would not show that impetuousness...he would not crush her into his arms...would not clench his teeth...his fingers would not go mischievous and softly explore her butt and gradually go down....nothing of this kind ever happened...he would fondle her cheeks in a way that was reminiscent of a lady wiping the powder off her face with a handkerchief. And Rashda with her murderous coquetry would shower mellifluousness...sometimes kissing eyes...sometimes lips...sometimes softly nibbling at the ends of his ears with her lips and burst out into a laughter....khil...khil...khil.khil...and her bangles would ring out the clinking sound, and her anklets would make a ringing sound that would mingle with the sound of the bangles that would transport Usman into a world of oblivion....he would lie quiet...sinking high and low along the waves of delight....he would keep his eyes closed and would feel that Rashda was that cup of wine supplied by nature specifically for him....! And Saturn was looking askance at this supply of wine....Saturn was keeping a close watch on Venus.... And Saturn is cunning...dark in colour...robust hands...uneven teeth...eyes looking sideways...the lord of Capricorn...the lord of Aquarius.... The window of the flat right in front opened on the side of Usman's room and a youth was often seen there. He had hair standing on his head....thick and dark...the arms were full of hair...strong chest and the eyes had the sedate colour of Saturn.... Usman felt that the lad unnecessarily kept standing there. At times leaning on the window, he would be seen reading book....sometimes puffing cigarette...at times just peeping out keeping his face leaning on the grill....this to Usman looked detestable. One day Rashida in the course of combing her hair went and stood at the window. Suddenly, a mysterious smile emerged on her lips. Usman looked out of the window. The youth was standing close to the window. The moment he noticed Usman watching him, he slithered away. Rashda too moved away. Usman shut the window. That day while working in the office, he found the lurking image of that lad floating before his eyes. When he returned home that day, the first he saw was the window. It was closed. But it appeared to Usman that the window was open and had just been closed...and it seemed even the closed window was complaining. Usman noticed the latch was down. He remembered he had put the latch on while going. He opened the window and looked out. Clinging close to the window grill, the youth was smoking. Seeing Usman, he Click here to read the rest of this story (296 more lines)
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