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But to his surprise the diary of late Mr. Johnson was traced along with the personal belongings of Miss. Jasmine. He instructed the Inspector to bring the personal diaries of Mr. Johnson and Miss. Jasmine and produce them before him at once.

Soon the Inspector of police brought the diaries which were in his personal custody and handed over to him.

After the inspector left his bungalow, ACP Anirudh first opened the diary of Miss. Jasmine. He eagerly read her writings, which were scribed before she died; and he was stunned on knowing the facts therein.

Though, late Mr. Johnson was the care taker and guardian of Jasmine, the latter fell in love with Mr. Johnson.

But he found answers to his umpteen doubts when he read the first page in the diary of Miss. Jasmine, which read as:
“I am yet to understand what exactly love means? When I have expressed my true love to Mr. Johnson, he has simply smiled at me. I don’t know whether it is positive or negative response from him?” Jasmine expressed her philosophy of love.

ACP Mr. Anirudh couldn’t understand whether love had any substitute in this world? Nor was there any example in the history of man and woman in this world. If it had any alternative why there had been more and more number of tragedies in the world from times immemorial?

“I am seriously telling you that I am in love with you Mr. Johnson” Jasmine continued her writing in her diary.

“I am sorry to put it to you that have I ever looked at you with any such feelings?” He straight asked me.

Perhaps he didn’t know that how much pain I could hold it back in my loving heart and soul on hearing his philosophy of love towards me? At a moment I became speechless, least any amount of my reactions or otherwise he might think other way and he might belittle me as I was mad after earthly pleasures.

“So it goes to prove that you don’t like me John”

“Yes, of course”

But I don’t find any reason for your non acceptance of me; please tell me frankly in which way I am inferior to Mrs. Rosaline? She is not a virgin, and in fact she is the mother of a fifteen years boy. Are you not ashamed to run after a cheat, who deceived you and married somebody and beget a child? ” But after some pause I couldn’t with hold my emotions rather feelings any more against her and asked him straight.

I never knew that whether it was right or wrong at that time.

“Jasmine though you got through civil services, but I don’t find in you any maturity since I brought you here when you were doing plus two, after the demise of your parents” His reply rather hurt me a lot, but I understood that I was definitely wrong since he looked at me seriously.

“I am sorry sir, I never mean inferiority to physical beauty, but I only referred my age and I am definitely quite younger than Rosaline as she was the mother of a fifteen years boy. And also I am virgin and my love is as pure as yours sir” I hold my breath and spell whatever I wanted to counter him.

“I am sorry Jasmine, first of all I appreciate your courage in expressing your love; and while expressing your love you have even forgotten to respect me, calling me by name Jasmine.

I thank you for winning my heart knowingly or unknowingly. But I think whatever affection in my knowledge you have on me and love in your understanding; I just do mean to say that it is only your sympathy for this poor lover I suppose, but not really love I mean.

As it wouldn’t work out for me, you may try any of your colleagues; and as you focussed on virginity, I sincerely wish you to get a virgin bridegroom. As you said Rosaline is much older than you and it is true; and equally our love is much older and stronger than anything and anybody in this world. I am sorry to deny you. And I hope you have so much future not with me but with a prince of your choice I believe”

His last words really hurt me. I was not a spinster simply flatter for a bride groom. I was much stronger than anybody and it made me to think and think and I finally decided to tell him about what exactly love means.

And then I didn’t speak to him for over three days. Unlike his routine of taking liquors only during nights, he started taking it during day and night also for the last three days, might be he was hurt as I was indifferent with him for his denial of my love.

On one dead of the night, I could hear the name of Mrs. Rosaline through the mouth of Johnson. I just opened his bed room door as it was not bolted from inside.

He was sleeping almost nude as the single piece towel couldn’t cover his masculine body in the illumination of lighting coming out from the central hall of the bungalow; and that he was looking as Mr. Universe with his broad shoulders, curved biceps, triceps with prominent centre cut muscles, extended latex, wide body plates, thighs with mass and exceptional muscles, besides fair complexion; and on the whole he was looking too sexy and no damsel was left uncaught with his physic as he really won Mr. World Medical Universities, who represented from India.

I then decided after I recollected his words that my love for him was only sympathy, but not true; and I just walked down to his bed as he didn’t even put the bed light, either I or he himself was clearly visible to the other.

I was a typical Indian spinster, wearing traditional dress, and I ought to change myself both physically and mentally to suit to the current trends. But I doubted was it possible nor could I mould myself.

But after seeing him, a replica of the Greek God of beauty, I being a beauty queen of the University never look down myself with any inferiority complex; and I felt that he was my perfect match by all means. I visualised my long and beautiful and enjoyable future with him; and the off springs whom I would like to beget through him shall be really wonder kids like spider man and superman.

I should speak frankly from the bottom of my heart that I was really tempted both with his imposing personality including his conduct, character and manners, besides his love and affection towards orphans.

As a first step and much daring act, I then decided to undress myself, at first my sari and then blouse, bra, panties one after the other and finally my under wear, which was protecting my honour.

Though I was tempted to have a first go, I was still feeling shy rather feared as it might be a first attempt by a spinster on an awfully drunkard. It was nothing but molestation on a man when he was in semi conscious state.

At the same time I feared how to tackle him and exploit him sexually. There was neither literature nor any live examples in human civilization for women attempting men while the latter was in semiconscious state under the influence of alcohol. That was the reason why the reverse i.e. molestation on female species by male species was only possible in this universe.

I couldn’t with hold anymore my temptation for my dream boy who was just in my proximity. But I still fear that it was my first trial rather attempt on him. I didn’t care let what may come; or he to hate me, but I decided to prove my love under any cost.

I lay down on the bed by his side and I found him wore a towel only after bath and the he straight took liquor without even wearing his night dress and slipped into sleep rather under the influence of alcohol; and I am lucky to that extent to get a chance to fulfil my lust.

At first I just kissed him. But there was neither response nor reciprocal from him. Then I was surprised how the incidents of molestation on sleeping women and minor girls were taking place while the former were under the influence of either drug or medicine or liquor?

I was made with the practical experience that it was not that easy to attempt a unconscious or semiconscious girl or women unless the aggressor behave like a beast forgetting the civilization and humanity. I offered my sincere apologies to mankind prepared to do the worst in the name of love or lust.

I thought for a moment that with the kind heart of the women I couldn’t do what I wanted actually to achieve my goal and win over my love.

Later, I decided and prepared both mentally and so much so physically and I went a step ahead by slowly doing foreplay to turn him proactive on the bed; and within no time I got it. I tried to occupy him by penetrating his into mine, but I was undone, may be lack of experience or nervous or shy. He was still in the influence of both alcohol and consequent doziness.

And my body’s temperature by and large crossed the thermo scale, and I was unable to bear the heat generated from my body. I then applied water as lubricant and again tried to get the arrow into the bull. This time I could find remarkable changes in his body right from rising of its temperature and erection; and he then turned me down and gushed his organ into mine quite emotionally like a lion crossing the lioness quite aggressively hopping that it was Rosaline.

All his emotions, unfulfilled desire, rather his long and much awaited passionate love and affection for the last fifteen years or so, he showed at once in one powerful hit and it pierced into my vagina rupturing my hymen and resulting in mild bleeding; and yet my coitus received it perfectly and I enjoyed the first go with a sweet pain, a thrilling experience of course which any spinster would await since after attaining puberty.

My first night with Mr. Johnson was over and I had a splendid experience and heart full of joy.

And before he woke up I left to my room.

But in the morning he asked me whether

Rosaline came to his bed room or not?

I was just shocked whether he suspected me? Or he was still under the influence of alcohol asking me about the presence of Rosaline.

“Yes” I just lied him.

“I see; and does she talk anything to you? When does she come and how much time she spent with me?”

“I haven’t observed her moments as I am in slumbering sleep, but why are you asking me so many questions, do you suspect her Mr. Johnson”

“No, and I need not also; and for your information she is my wife” He opened the secret unexpectedly.

“What? Really! Then why have you secreted it from me Mr. Johnson?” I asked him while in little irritation.

Now I understood as how easy it was for him to gush into mine yesterday night so easily and effectively unless he had sufficient experience with Rosaline on bed. I was not feeling jealous about Rosaline, but I felt pity over her attitude for keeping her hubby away and marrying some body and finally honouring widowhood for the reasons best known to her. I was seriously thinking about the dos and undo’s of Rosaline as she became the vulnerable subject between me and Mr. Johnson.

“No specific reason Jasmine. It was an old and painful love story. I don’t want anybody to hear it and later try to show

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