Chapter 10: Empress rules.
I was about to leave office for home when I received a call.
“Where is the sugar?” Titli was on the other end. I was very much surprised by her query. She had the other key of my house, but I did not expect that she would be at my place searching for sugar only after three days I handed that to her.
I asked her as what she was doing at my place. She giggled and answered that she was preparing tea and was unable to find sugar. She thought she would surprise me when I return from office but the unavailability of the sugar spoiled all her arrangement. I laughed at her and said that there was no sugar in the house and I was going to buy while returning. Like a well-groomed homemaker, she commanded me not to forget bringing sugar while I return.
I looked up my flat at first floor; Titli was anxiously waiting at the balcony. On seeing me, she smiled and opened the door for me.
I was beholding a new Titli in front of me. She wore the same dress she wore at Parineeta’s birthday. Her hair bounced in a wavy manner down her shoulder. Her cute face was beaming with a blissful smile. Her full red lips were inviting.
Never in my wildest dream had I ever imagined that so sophisticated lass would come to my flat and changed the ambience of my whole existence. She stood there smiling and enjoying my disillusioned expression. I noticed that the bedroom was done neatly. The cigarette packet was kept on one side of the table along with the clean ashtray. Curtains were folded properly and newspapers were not on the table anymore.
I held her in my arms and stooped down to kiss her.
She pushed me away and said, “Freshen up then have tea. I have to go back and you have to drop me. I am not here for long.”
She threw a clean towel, probably I bought some time back but I never used it.
“You did all these?” I asked while taking the towel from her.
She laughed and mocked me, “No, a ghost came and did all these.” She pushed me inside the bathroom, “Come quickly, I have to return home.”
I said to her, “You have seen my flat. Your drawing room is bigger than my two rooms.”
She came near me and gently patted on my left chest, “Don’t worry, I will live here.”
I held her by her wrist and pulled her. She lost the balance and crushed on me, her face was inches from mine. I gave an ardours gaze and pleaded to have a kiss.
She placed her fingers on my lips and said, “The smell of cigarette is irritating. Clean up quickly.” She pressed her soft lips on my chest and pushed me to the bathroom. I felt some respite for the time being.
I found Titli in the kitchen preparing tea for us. I tiptoed behind her and flung my arms around her narrow waist. My sudden ardours touch startled her. I tightened my embrace around her. She felt my growing heat on her back trying to burn through her jeans and create splinters on her soft skin. She held my arms tightly and whispered in my ears, “Don’t be naughty Adi, let me prepare the tea.”
I brought down my face on her nape and kissed her earlobe. She shuddered like a rabbit on the touch of my wet.
I whispered in her ears, “Please don’t go.”
My fingers were grazing all over her soft round belly. Those naughty fingers traced the outline of her deep belly button to tease her and send her into frenzy. Titli shrieked and pinched those playful fingers but those tentacles were not my control as they found a new meadow to graze. Those naughty tentacles pulled the top from the lower end and entered inside to touch her bare warm skin. She moaned my name softly. I felt her breathing to catch fire. I felt her goose bumps on her soft round belly. She started to rub her cheeks over my cheeks. Soft moans of pleasure emanated from help partially opened lips. Mutual friction turned the colour of her cheeks to rosy. My palms caressed over her midriff hurling both of us to the crown of passion.
“Stop playing with me Adi, I am getting frenzy.” She threw her head back on my shoulder. Her breathing paced, full bosoms were heaving like waves hit by tempest. “You scoundrel, if you keep doing like that I will never step here.” Her deep cleavage invited me to lunge and press my face between them. I could see the red colour of her skimpy bodice covering those fleshy mounds. She moaned softly “Please let me go, Adi. Please.”
I whispered in her ears while my hands crept over her ribcage, approached her bust, “I want to unravel your utmost fantasy, just finishing what I started that day.” I rubbed the tip of my nose on her nape inhaling her musky fragrance of aroused sensuality. Her breathing paced creating huge waves to splash over her full bosom. She felt my growing staunchness on her soft bottoms. I pressed myself forward to lunge the bulge between her rear crevice. She groaned softly, “Ummm.... Adi you are killing me.” My igneous knife was cutting through mounds of butter.
She sensed that my strong fingers were creeping towards her soft bosom; she pleaded “Ummmm...... Adi, you scoundrel please stop, please Adi, please don’t make me mad. I will kill you.” She resisted me by holding my hands to approach further to maul her soft mounds. Every pores of her sensual figurine was wheezing fire of intent passion yet she teased me, “You have to wait to unfurl my petals, Honey.” I slackened my embrace around her and stood behind her. Both of us were panting due to the heavy petting. She looked at me over her shoulder and said, “You rascal, you have to ask my hand from my father, remember that.”
“Ok” I said, “I am ready to go now and face Mufasa.” I used to joke about her stern dad and I used to call him Mufasa (Father of Simba, famous Lion King animation.).”
She smiled at me, “No dear. You have to wait for my M.Sc. to finish. In the meantime, I have to prepare the ground at my home also. I will let you know in due course of time.” Suddenly her face turned gloom, “I know it would be hard or next to impossible to convince my dad so you have to be very strong.”
“Do you feel that I am insane and coward? Is that it?” I asked her.
She opposed me, “When did I say those to you? I am just asking that don’t mess up.”
I nodded my head. She handed me the cup and we finished the tea in the kitchen only.
While returning to her place, she said, “Don’t throw your clothes on your bed and remember to keep the utensils in the sink and not in the front room. Can you take a casual leave tomorrow?”
I asked her, “Why?”
She commanded me, “I want to go for shopping that’s why.”
I laughed at her, “Then why asking me. Just command me that you want to goto shopping and I have to go with you.”
She patted my shoulder, “That’s like a good boy.”
I asked her, “What are you going to buy?”
She said, “I have a long list dear. I have to buy curtains for the doors and windows. You do not have any choice and you have hung the old bed sheets. Shit. I have to buy few utensils and then cup cover. I saw that your table bear marks of the teacups. Any way that is not your problem as what I buy. Just pick me up, ok and do not be late. I don’t want to wait for too long.”
She sounded like a perfect homemaker, Mrs. Anoushka Ghosh.
I found my heart filled up with bliss by beholding her new avatar, “As you command Mrs. Ghosh.”
The windows and doors received new curtains, few colourful cups were bought and many other changes happened around the house and for both of us. It became a daily routine that her touch was evident all over the place. Sometimes she used to be there waiting for me anxiously, sometimes she would leave sticky notes on the fridge reminding me about what was to be bought what all she need to decorate the house.
She never told anyone that she visits my house, even to her friend, Parineeta. Whenever Parineeta asked Titli about her whereabouts, she used to avoid her queries by giving excuses.
One day I noticed that my cupboard was also not mine. I observed that one of the racks has been taken over by Titli’s belongings. Few flimsy slips, few skimpy undergarments, few pairs of jeans and tops, few dress materials and her combs creams etc. I took out one her red coloured skimpy nether garment. It was silky to touch; my freaking imaginations ran wild that the tiny piece of cloth covered the most intimate part of her anatomy.
My pervert mind vanquished me. I visualised her only in that piece of cloth on her crotch with not a string around her opulent frame. I pressed that piece of cloth on my nose and took a deep breath to inhale the odour of her sanctum sanctorum. I laughed at my behaviour and kept that in its place.
I was unable to sleep properly that night. Whenever I closed my eyes, her curvaceous figure came in front of me. She stood in a huge pearl shell like the birth of venus and that skimpy undergarment covering her crotch.
Next day Titli was present at the house when I returned. She was on the couch and I was on the floor reclining my head on her lap and having tea. She was playing with my hair and we were watching some programme on tv.
She said to me, “Remember to buy the ration of this month. Most of the items are finished and I have prepared the list also.”
“Anything special you want to order?” I asked her.
She said, “Nothing as of now, just stick to the list. It is in the kitchen.”
I asked her, “Tell me, do you go to college every day?”
She answered, “Whenever there are no classes I come here and enjoy my time by reading those novels or idly sitting on the couch watching TV or doing something in the kitchen. I love to be here, I feel very safe here. Sometimes I just cuddle your shirt and goto sleep. But why are you asking this?”
“Hmmm.... I found your clothes in my cupboard, that’s why I was asking.” I said to her.
She slapped on my head and said, “That’s the reason I found my clothes messed up.
I was about to leave office for home when I received a call.
“Where is the sugar?” Titli was on the other end. I was very much surprised by her query. She had the other key of my house, but I did not expect that she would be at my place searching for sugar only after three days I handed that to her.
I asked her as what she was doing at my place. She giggled and answered that she was preparing tea and was unable to find sugar. She thought she would surprise me when I return from office but the unavailability of the sugar spoiled all her arrangement. I laughed at her and said that there was no sugar in the house and I was going to buy while returning. Like a well-groomed homemaker, she commanded me not to forget bringing sugar while I return.
I looked up my flat at first floor; Titli was anxiously waiting at the balcony. On seeing me, she smiled and opened the door for me.
I was beholding a new Titli in front of me. She wore the same dress she wore at Parineeta’s birthday. Her hair bounced in a wavy manner down her shoulder. Her cute face was beaming with a blissful smile. Her full red lips were inviting.
Never in my wildest dream had I ever imagined that so sophisticated lass would come to my flat and changed the ambience of my whole existence. She stood there smiling and enjoying my disillusioned expression. I noticed that the bedroom was done neatly. The cigarette packet was kept on one side of the table along with the clean ashtray. Curtains were folded properly and newspapers were not on the table anymore.
I held her in my arms and stooped down to kiss her.
She pushed me away and said, “Freshen up then have tea. I have to go back and you have to drop me. I am not here for long.”
She threw a clean towel, probably I bought some time back but I never used it.
“You did all these?” I asked while taking the towel from her.
She laughed and mocked me, “No, a ghost came and did all these.” She pushed me inside the bathroom, “Come quickly, I have to return home.”
I said to her, “You have seen my flat. Your drawing room is bigger than my two rooms.”
She came near me and gently patted on my left chest, “Don’t worry, I will live here.”
I held her by her wrist and pulled her. She lost the balance and crushed on me, her face was inches from mine. I gave an ardours gaze and pleaded to have a kiss.
She placed her fingers on my lips and said, “The smell of cigarette is irritating. Clean up quickly.” She pressed her soft lips on my chest and pushed me to the bathroom. I felt some respite for the time being.
I found Titli in the kitchen preparing tea for us. I tiptoed behind her and flung my arms around her narrow waist. My sudden ardours touch startled her. I tightened my embrace around her. She felt my growing heat on her back trying to burn through her jeans and create splinters on her soft skin. She held my arms tightly and whispered in my ears, “Don’t be naughty Adi, let me prepare the tea.”
I brought down my face on her nape and kissed her earlobe. She shuddered like a rabbit on the touch of my wet.
I whispered in her ears, “Please don’t go.”
My fingers were grazing all over her soft round belly. Those naughty fingers traced the outline of her deep belly button to tease her and send her into frenzy. Titli shrieked and pinched those playful fingers but those tentacles were not my control as they found a new meadow to graze. Those naughty tentacles pulled the top from the lower end and entered inside to touch her bare warm skin. She moaned my name softly. I felt her breathing to catch fire. I felt her goose bumps on her soft round belly. She started to rub her cheeks over my cheeks. Soft moans of pleasure emanated from help partially opened lips. Mutual friction turned the colour of her cheeks to rosy. My palms caressed over her midriff hurling both of us to the crown of passion.
“Stop playing with me Adi, I am getting frenzy.” She threw her head back on my shoulder. Her breathing paced, full bosoms were heaving like waves hit by tempest. “You scoundrel, if you keep doing like that I will never step here.” Her deep cleavage invited me to lunge and press my face between them. I could see the red colour of her skimpy bodice covering those fleshy mounds. She moaned softly “Please let me go, Adi. Please.”
I whispered in her ears while my hands crept over her ribcage, approached her bust, “I want to unravel your utmost fantasy, just finishing what I started that day.” I rubbed the tip of my nose on her nape inhaling her musky fragrance of aroused sensuality. Her breathing paced creating huge waves to splash over her full bosom. She felt my growing staunchness on her soft bottoms. I pressed myself forward to lunge the bulge between her rear crevice. She groaned softly, “Ummm.... Adi you are killing me.” My igneous knife was cutting through mounds of butter.
She sensed that my strong fingers were creeping towards her soft bosom; she pleaded “Ummmm...... Adi, you scoundrel please stop, please Adi, please don’t make me mad. I will kill you.” She resisted me by holding my hands to approach further to maul her soft mounds. Every pores of her sensual figurine was wheezing fire of intent passion yet she teased me, “You have to wait to unfurl my petals, Honey.” I slackened my embrace around her and stood behind her. Both of us were panting due to the heavy petting. She looked at me over her shoulder and said, “You rascal, you have to ask my hand from my father, remember that.”
“Ok” I said, “I am ready to go now and face Mufasa.” I used to joke about her stern dad and I used to call him Mufasa (Father of Simba, famous Lion King animation.).”
She smiled at me, “No dear. You have to wait for my M.Sc. to finish. In the meantime, I have to prepare the ground at my home also. I will let you know in due course of time.” Suddenly her face turned gloom, “I know it would be hard or next to impossible to convince my dad so you have to be very strong.”
“Do you feel that I am insane and coward? Is that it?” I asked her.
She opposed me, “When did I say those to you? I am just asking that don’t mess up.”
I nodded my head. She handed me the cup and we finished the tea in the kitchen only.
While returning to her place, she said, “Don’t throw your clothes on your bed and remember to keep the utensils in the sink and not in the front room. Can you take a casual leave tomorrow?”
I asked her, “Why?”
She commanded me, “I want to go for shopping that’s why.”
I laughed at her, “Then why asking me. Just command me that you want to goto shopping and I have to go with you.”
She patted my shoulder, “That’s like a good boy.”
I asked her, “What are you going to buy?”
She said, “I have a long list dear. I have to buy curtains for the doors and windows. You do not have any choice and you have hung the old bed sheets. Shit. I have to buy few utensils and then cup cover. I saw that your table bear marks of the teacups. Any way that is not your problem as what I buy. Just pick me up, ok and do not be late. I don’t want to wait for too long.”
She sounded like a perfect homemaker, Mrs. Anoushka Ghosh.
I found my heart filled up with bliss by beholding her new avatar, “As you command Mrs. Ghosh.”
The windows and doors received new curtains, few colourful cups were bought and many other changes happened around the house and for both of us. It became a daily routine that her touch was evident all over the place. Sometimes she used to be there waiting for me anxiously, sometimes she would leave sticky notes on the fridge reminding me about what was to be bought what all she need to decorate the house.
She never told anyone that she visits my house, even to her friend, Parineeta. Whenever Parineeta asked Titli about her whereabouts, she used to avoid her queries by giving excuses.
One day I noticed that my cupboard was also not mine. I observed that one of the racks has been taken over by Titli’s belongings. Few flimsy slips, few skimpy undergarments, few pairs of jeans and tops, few dress materials and her combs creams etc. I took out one her red coloured skimpy nether garment. It was silky to touch; my freaking imaginations ran wild that the tiny piece of cloth covered the most intimate part of her anatomy.
My pervert mind vanquished me. I visualised her only in that piece of cloth on her crotch with not a string around her opulent frame. I pressed that piece of cloth on my nose and took a deep breath to inhale the odour of her sanctum sanctorum. I laughed at my behaviour and kept that in its place.
I was unable to sleep properly that night. Whenever I closed my eyes, her curvaceous figure came in front of me. She stood in a huge pearl shell like the birth of venus and that skimpy undergarment covering her crotch.
Next day Titli was present at the house when I returned. She was on the couch and I was on the floor reclining my head on her lap and having tea. She was playing with my hair and we were watching some programme on tv.
She said to me, “Remember to buy the ration of this month. Most of the items are finished and I have prepared the list also.”
“Anything special you want to order?” I asked her.
She said, “Nothing as of now, just stick to the list. It is in the kitchen.”
I asked her, “Tell me, do you go to college every day?”
She answered, “Whenever there are no classes I come here and enjoy my time by reading those novels or idly sitting on the couch watching TV or doing something in the kitchen. I love to be here, I feel very safe here. Sometimes I just cuddle your shirt and goto sleep. But why are you asking this?”
“Hmmm.... I found your clothes in my cupboard, that’s why I was asking.” I said to her.
She slapped on my head and said, “That’s the reason I found my clothes messed up.