Benign Flame: Saga of Love by BS Murthy (sci fi books to read TXT) 📖

“What about you?”

“I want to be a share-farmer and not a prick-robber, and that’s how I’ve always placed myself in our love triangle, as anyway, Sathyam never meant much for me. Now that you’ve come up with that loving proposition, I shall reorient my affection for him,” she said thoughtfully.

“I love it,” he said taking her hand.

“I can feel that,” she said overwhelmed with admiration for him.

“Let’s say three cheers,” he said raising her hand.

“I’ll prepare some coffee to pep up,” she said, as they toweled each other.

“If it’s in your birthday suit,” he said winking at her.

“Why so?” she asked coyly.

“I love to watch your tan vie with the coffee steam,” he said in a romantic stream.

“I too love seeing our skins merge on the canvas of coition,” she winked at him.

Soon they were back in bed after romancing in the kitchen for long.

“Roopa, this is as flat as a slate,” he said caressing her belly, resting his head on her thighs, “let me scribble the poetry of our love here.”

“Raja, you make me feel like a special woman!” she said in delight.

“You’re truly special,” he said in all admiration, as he turned his forefinger into a slate-pencil to scribble - goddess of coition.

“Now I feel fine being barren that keep my figure intact for your delight,” she said joyously.   

“But I would love to father your child,” he said, looking into her eyes.

‘I love nothing more than mothering your child but I feel it won’t be fair to him,” she said, disappointed herself.

“I value your sensitivity and am proud of your love,” he said, as his face lighted.

“But still, having pined for each other for so long now, tonight is an exception to the rule. So, catch my egg on the sly and I’ll look the other way, but from tomorrow I’ll condom the little fellow,” she said on second thoughts, toying with her love-toy.

“I have the full measure of your love now,” he said kissing her delightedly.

“Take a shot and get it right,” she spread herself, as though to keep her word.

“I would be disappointed if I fail,” he said as he engaged her.

‘In a way, I’m caught in a cleft as you know,” said Roopa.

‘Anyway, let that not bother us,” he said.

“It looks like life draws the limits even for its own fulfillment,” she said.

‘Well, it makes sense to live within those limits,” he said seemingly reconciled to the limitations of their love life.

“I think it’s time we rest,” he said, at length, yawning,

“Mate, mate with me once more to make it par,” she said going all over him.

“Par with what?” he said drowsily.

“The day we met the 6th of June,” she said with gusto.

“Oh Roopa!” he said electrified by her love.

Before exhaustion pushed them into a fulfilled sleep, the light was on until it was about to dawn.

It’s a unique feature of life in that, in surmounting a mountain of miseries, a fulfilling moment obliterates the nightmares of the past.

 

Chapter 29

A Brimming Romance

 

The next morning Roopa woke up at nine as if from a dream, and found Raja Rao still asleep, looking at him fondly, thought ecstatically,

‘Wasn’t it better than all my dreams put together!’

Though she touched him impulsively, as if to confirm that her fulfillment was in the realms of possibility, for once, as the softness of her touch failed to excite him in his slumber, he continued to sleep like a log.

‘Oh, what a night it has been!’ she thought, withdrawing her hand though without taking her eyes off him. ‘Didn’t I know that it would be marvelous with him? What a lover to have. Can’t he be the one in a billion or maybe even in a trillion? Wasn’t all that longing worth for this sense of belonging? It’s as if he has pushed out all my frustration with his very first thrust itself! Haven’t I experienced the feeling of lovemaking in his passion? How fulfilling it feels! What a joy being a woman! I wish to be a woman in every birth if only for being his woman. Well, but for Sandhya, I wouldn’t have met him at all.’

‘Don’t I owe Sandhya in other ways too,’ she fondly recalled about her friend, looking at their man. ‘Some associations bring in happiness, and some, nothing but misery, so it seems! To start with, how I hesitated to befriend her! Can I imagine life without her now! Won’t he cement that bond even more? But, in spite of our euphoric threesome talk, how would Sandhya take to our affair? Will she feel betrayed at my seducing her man? One cold look from her, and won’t I die of shame then and there. But she knows how I’ve been suffering for want of love, what if I beg her for his love? Won’t she push me into his arms without second thoughts? Then, as I cuddle in his embrace, won’t she as well caress me for my comfort?’

‘Until the other day, all I craved was for a corner in his heart, and no more,’ she thought amusedly. ‘But now, am I not yearning for orgies with him and his wife. That’s what human nature is all about, isn’t it? The more one gets, all the more one wants, doesn’t one? Strange that my life is, who knows, that too might come true. Why won’t he like to bring that about himself? Surely he would love to see his women crawling all over him and on each other as well, it’s maddening even to imagine our orgies. How lucky I’m that I haven’t give in to Prasad to spite Sathyam. Why, I could have avenged myself on Sathyam all right, but how could all this bliss have been mine. Well, negative emotions could be tools of revenge, but it’s the positive feelings that aid one’s fulfillment, don’t they?’

“Won’t you get up my love?” she crooned in his ears, as he stirred.

“What’s the time like, darling?” he asked drowsily.

“It’s nine, want some bed-coffee?” she caressed his back, as he laid his head in her lap.

‘What a time we’ve had Roopa!” he said, enlacing her at her waist.

“I’m unable even to recollect my yesterday’s agony, how well you’ve driven out my suffering past with your magic wand!” she whispered into his ears, as if to keep her feelings out of the earshot of her past.

“Promise you won’t desert me; having got you, I’ll die if I were to lose you. Now I love to savor life with Sandhya and you,” he said earnestly.

“After all that waiting, do you think I’m mad to spoil my party? I would be your Roopa Rao for the rest of my life. Oh, how our names score in the symphony of love!” she said in all fulfillment.

“So to enthrall our life,” he pressed himself closer to her.

Having gone into the kitchen thereafter, she woke up to the surroundings.

‘What if Yadamma had come and gone, having got no response!’ she began to think. ‘Maybe, there was a load shedding before I got up and her door knocks too might’ve failed to resonate with my ears that got used to our love-talk. But what would she infer finding him here tomorrow? I’ll tell her not to turn up for the next three days. But how am I to keep away Lalitha from peeping in? I couldn’t care less about her as anyway she thinks I’m lost. But isn’t discretion the better part of valour? So, on and off, I should go to her myself to ensure that she wouldn’t come up calling on me. With that trespasser of a Prasad having gone abroad, only Tara would be among the likely callers. And given our background, anyway, she would be a welcome visitor; what if I invite her myself to let her see it all for herself?’

“How we can carry on in the long run,” she said, serving him some coffee

“Why worry, trust our passion for that,” he said nonchalantly.

“But others would raise their eyebrows,” she said in disappointed tone.

“None, if you’re my personal secretary,” he said winking at her.

“But Sathyam is averse to my working,” she said in disillusionment.

“Won’t Sandhya bring him around?” he said taking her hand.

“Oh, you my little schemer,” she said in all admiration.

“Why not we eat out and make it to a matinee too,” he proposed.

“How sexy, we do owe ourselves a party,” she said excitedly.

“I deserve to show my fortune to the world, don’t I?” he smiled taking her into his arms.

‘What a man you are, how you excite me with your looks, touch and talk,” she said joyously.

“Won’t your seat, skin, and smell make you a XXX randy,” he said pinching her bottom.

“Do you drink rum?” she asked him.

“We do have at times,” he said winking at her.

“How I love to join you,” she said dreamily. 

“Wait for her call,” he said smilingly.

When they had their bath together, she led him to her wardrobe and said coyly,

“You choose for me.”

“You fascinate in any sari, but seem ravish in brown, and grey,” he said, picking up light brown chiffon.

“So our tastes too match our minds,” she said taking the sari from him.

“Only to fuse in our loving hearts,” he said enlacing her

“By the fortuitous hand of Sandhya’s angelic soul,” she said smug in his embrace.

“You said it darling,”’ he said looking at her lovingly.

While mesmerically watching her wearing the sari, he said,

“What reciprocity between your body and your sari! Can’t I see it gracing your persona while acquiring an alluring shape all for itself? Oh, Roopa, how you are bodily fashioned for lovemaking! To think that you’re mine is gratifying really.”

“How your passion solaces my soul?” she embraced him.

“Even though your hair is fabulous in its plait, I feel you turn a charmer in chignon,” he said coiling her hair.

“Won’t I look an aunty, yet I’ll be what you want me to be,” she said aiding him.  

“Aunty, what with your nape too showing its teeth, you make a deadly randy. How fascinating you are, my darling!” he said kissing her bare back that her blouse exposed.

“So, from now on, this is the hairdo of Roopa Rao,” she said kissing him.

“There’s no way I can describe the spell of your charm,” he laced her ardently.

“Can’t I discern that from your demeanor,” she said joyously.

“You glow even more in a pearls chain as it glistens on you velvet skin,” he said endearingly,

“What in your eyes would glamorize Sandhya even more?” she asked him.

‘Imagine corals on her rosy bosom; I’ll love to adorn you together,” he said dreamily.

“As I see the measure of man is his ability to envision the nuances of his woman, you measure up as the man of men. I’m sure Sandhya too would love that day when you have us both,” she said in all admiration.

“You know how to flatter your man,” he patted her, obviously pleased with her outpouring.

“Let me see if Lalitha is around; lock the door and join me at my signal,” she said, as they were ready to leave.

“What a strange honeymoon it is, we couple at home only to decouple at its steps,” she said, as he reached her on the main road.

“Being confined to its sheath, the cutting edge of love remains sharp, maybe that’s the charm of liaisons,” he said taking her hand.

“But still I want to be known as your woman not the other woman,” she said pressing his hand.

“Let’s not be too greedy, why uproot Sathyam’s life? Remember your promise,” he said cajolingly.

“Sorry, I was carried away, I shall keep my word, and love you ever more for that,” she said apologetically.

When they sat at a table for two at Blue Fox, she said,

“How I wish it were for the three of us. You don’t know how I love Sandhya.”

“You can’t make me jealous on that count, can you?” he said in smile,

“Why you should for all our love is all yours?” she said winking at him.

‘‘How she has become a part of me; her confinement is telling upon