'Mum's First Lover' by Harshavardhan C (read out loud books TXT) 📖

I received a call to attend at once the office of the ACP. But I didn’t go there. Later, Lady Cops came to my bungalow in police patrolling vehicle and picked me up and produced before ACP Mr. Anirudh.

And I was interrogated by Mr. Anirudh.

“Since how long Mr. Johnson is coming to your home Mrs. Rosaline?” Mr. Anirudh put me an embarrassed question.

I became nervous to face police interrogation for the first time. More so during interrogation I was only targeted. I couldn’t open my mouth in a bit of humiliation.

“I put it to you what relation do you have with him? Are you in dating with him?”

“Sorry, please don’t mistake my silence and he is only my class mate in my graduation”

“But Master Rohit has told all about him Mrs. Rosaline” Mr. Anirudh put me rather quandary.
I understood very well his style of interrogation. He was playing one against the other with our statements. He thought that I would bungle and speak as per his expectations.

I said “No” firmly.

“You are hiding the facts Mrs. Rosaline. For your information Master Rohit told us that Mr. Johnson has been coming to your home since his 1st standard and that you both are lovers and has been in dating, aren’t you?”

“Sorry sir I have already told you that we are only class mates. No son will speak about his mum dating with somebody. I know that it is only your inference; and you are belittling us. I tell you that it is quite unbecoming of you as a senior cop sir”

“Sorry Mrs. Rosaline it is not my opinion, but it is a unanimous talk among the public; and no fool will still consider your relation confined only to friendship”

“So are you suspecting me and my son in the death of Mr. John?”

“As of now it is only a doubt, but if you cooperate with the investigative agency, his death mystery would be ripping opened” Anirudh told me point blank.

“Then ask me, why are you hesitating? I am extremely sorry to tell you time and again that we are human beings and not devil or beasts; and that we are not cruel to plan for his murder”

“You are mistaken Mrs. Rosaline murder need not be through hunting, hacking, stabbing or gun downing only by miscreants, but it is quite possible and even by abusing also one can drive the sensitive people to commit suicide. Sometimes we may err due to our short temper and behaviour like that of your father”

“Sorry Mr. Officer please come straight to point that you want to fix one of us in the suspicious death of Mr. Johnson to wash of your hands isn’t it?” I said rashly losing my temper.

“Not at all madam, I need not emphasise on my sincerity and efficiency. But the circumstantial evidence and corroborative evidence speaks about umpteen doubts regarding the death, and I am sorry to hurt you and it is all part of my duty” ACP. Mr. Anirudh said coolly and calmly.

“It’s okay Mr. Officer, now I could understand your anxiety and pressure to unearth the mystery of the death. Anyway could you please tell me with which hand Mr. Johnson shot himself?”

“Why are you asking it madam? Is he left hander?”

“No, he is right hander. Which finger is generally used for triggering the gun or pistol sir?”

“Index finger of course”

“But he doesn’t have index finger to his right hand”

“When and how he lost it?”

“I don’t know but I know he was writing with the help of either with the help of thumb and the second finger or with help of thumb finger and the ring finger”

“Didn’t you ask him how he lost his index finger?”

“I think he was born with four fingers only. I couldn’t ask him”

“Then it’s okay madam; and now our investigation may take some more twists.

Anyway you have given me good clue. Finally I request you, of course it is purely your personal life, but as an I.O, I need to examine you on all aspects. And what exactly is your relation with Mr. Johnson mean?”

I didn’t respond him. He could observe changing colours in my face. I was fast losing my temper.

“It’s okay madam if you feel delicacy you need not. Thank you and you can go and relax Mrs. Rosaline”

I then left his office. But my memories with Mr. Samarat chased me.

When once I recollected the name of Mr. Samarat, human passions and jealousies used to chastise me, as I was also a human being having certain sentiments and attachments, besides I had been fenced with my individuality, honour and perhaps sensitivity too.

And my thoughts went back to fifteen years.

Chapter: 13

    I was doing my final year bachelor’s degree in one of the most reputed colleges in the metropolitan cities. As I was looking gracious, my co- students, especially the boys used to compliment me as a dream girl, while the girls called me queen of beauty. And of course the rest, the lecturers and general public used to call me the Goddess of beauty.

It was not a strange thing, but certainly embarrassed situation which I come across on and often, wherein the males’ irrespective of their age looked at me with hungry looks.

But I was not that innocent to over look the teasing looks of naughty boys. And some of the lectures who were bachelors were also fond of me and were trying sincerely. They all were fast awaiting a chance call from me; and if at all there was anything positive sign from me they dare come to me with their proposal.

Keeping these developments in view any parents of a beautiful spinster were hurry in finding out a suitable match for their daughter. I was no exception and being an only daughter to my dad. Besides that my dad was not a middle class parent. He was a millionaire. And I was only daughter and heir apparent to my parents; I inherited all of their properties. As my mum died due to ill health even before I attained puberty, my dad performed my marriage with Mr. Samarat, my mum’s brother, who was older than me by ten years.

In 21st civilization and culture every spinster used to have a good hope of marrying her dream boy, besides enjoying the thrill of the first night during the nuptials. But for me it remained as a nightmare.

And I was clad in Indian style of cream coloured sari and with all decorative perhaps to tempt the hubby in the first night; and elderly women from both sides gave me a glass of hot milk and pushed me into the nuptial suit and they locked the door from outside.

I was not annoyed with their act for they attempted to make the bride and the bridegroom to come closer and understand each other, as it used to be common for the weaker sex in this universe whether it was a woman or an animal. But if things happened as per our wish, there wouldn’t be any divide between the couple, whether it was arranged marriage or love marriage.

And Mr. Samarat as a precautionary measure bolted the door from inside. Later he presented me secretly a sleeveless front open night gown and instructed me to wear as he was already in night dress.

I obliged him as it seemed to be genuine and a formal curtsey; and a good suggestion to keep me comfort in the night gown.

I then went to the dressing room with the new apparel and bolted the door from inside and I removed all my heavy bridal wear and make up and I had a shower- bath. It was about the same time the door was knocked.

I said “I am coming”

But again the door was knocked, but this time I experienced much louder sound.

“Are you crazy?” I became little irritated and I half opened the door and said.

To my shock, Mr. Samarat came inside forcibly by pushing the door; and he over powered, lifted and took me to the bed; and when I was trying to raise hue and cry he locked my lips with a deep kiss. I even struggled for respire.

I was in white towel covering from my upper to knees; and in the meanwhile he pulled out the towel and forcibly locked me with his muscular physic and penetrated his organ into mine, almost a rape on a virgin girl; and of course during intercourse my vagina received his organ during coitus"

His sexual assault on me ruptured both my upper and lower lips; and instead of enjoying the first night I had a painful, rather a hell of the go with him. He went to wash room and came back with his clean organ, and he didn’t feel shy to be in nude in my presence; and he never had even the commonsense that I was his newly wedded wife. But I felt for the first time the much hatred and aversion towards sexual enjoyment.

“Thank you Mrs. Rosaline and I confirm that I am the first and perhaps you might be bleeding as your hymen is ruptured; and now as a doctor I accept you as a virgin, please go and wash” He said quite casually.

I was shocked for his hypocrisy, or otherwise how can he certify my virginity which I lost even before he married me. And for the first time I felt quite uneasy and painful too, both with his ugly behaviour and exposing his actions openly without feeling himself shy or respect for woman. I was almost raped by a most handsome husband, but just like a bull attacking the target. And he proved himself certainly a devil on bed. He was a typical husband, who was not at all bothered about the feelings rather emotions of his better half, even during the first night.

When there was no response from me, he just switched on the lights in the suit, then unable to bear his hungry looks and also not to show my nudity any more to him; and also to protected my femininity I took the single piece towel and ran towards dressing room and I wore my bridal dress.

When I opened the door, and I found him quite complacent as if nothing happened. I think he was watching a film in his laptop.

“Come on Rosaline, you can also see all your feminine beauties”

“What?” I was just shocked.

“Why are you shocked unnescerally my gentle lady? In fact, it is quite common in the sexual life of every beautiful women; she has to exhibit her beauty to her fiancé or hubby and ultimately succumb to him all her physical beauties during the first night” He didn’t feel ashamed to expose his desire indirectly.

I then looked at his lap top and I found the pornography not of any female in particular, but they were all my nude pictures only. It is displaying my entire body in complete nude; and it started from my undressing, having shower bath, and till I was tying the towel to my naked body.

And I tried to snatch his laptop. But he never gave me the chance. I was seriously hurt by his unusual behaviour.

“Mr. Samarat please doesn’t forget that I am your wedded wife; haven’t you seen me nude since my childhood and what great is there in my nudity now, except there has been a handful growth of my breast, and vaginal open with hymen in me, which is a dirty organ as it was the same for both sex and urination?

If you are heart fully fond of seeing me nude, you would have asked me straight; and I would have definitely obliged you, and undressed myself till you hate to see a female in nude as this body truly