Nirni

As one grows up,  in the Indian subcontinent,  marriages are arranged. 
This story revolves around a boy,  who was immature enough to get married,  shoved into the rat race of work and earning money and before he could realise his goals in life clearly,  he was put into an arranged marriage. 
As years go by,  he though bodily matured,  but emotionally still a boy gets involved into alcoholism,  smoking,  women,  gambling.  He took his arranged marriage as part of life's  adjustments. 
I  don't love you anymore is contradictory as he falls in love with his wife past 25 years of marriage,  whereby he realises,  friends who seemed friends actually,  were enemies in disguise.He goes for rehabilitation,  due to alcoholic tendencies but does not recover.  He does not succeed in business world and feels all these bad things that are happening to him is because of his wife.   She is the greatest bad luck in his life is what he feels. He never loved his wife,  from the first day of marriage,  took her just for sexual needs,  made her his 24*7 secretary,  beat her to pulp due to alcoholism and frustration.
But she never left his side. As years go by,  he sees his wife as the only strongest pillar of his life. So when at the age of 60, he thinks of telling her his true feelings for her,  his wife says that she has moved on in life.  Now that her children are grown up,  she is tired of his bickering and fights.  She confessed,  I don't love u anymore and goes to enrol in an old age home,  to live a life  without any pain and emotional struggle.

Even when you look at the book cover of two ducklings, here in this book, looking at opposite directions, this also has a lot of significance,  as per the storyline.  Both are in the same pail,  as in marriage,  at a young age, tied to the family, but both looking in opposite ways.  One into family bond,  taking care of in law's,  children,  daily grocery shopping,  cooking and doing all household chores.  The other has his life outward bound,  partying around,  drinks and friends, women,  gambling, earning money and travelling distant lands,  passports filled with visas of countries around the world, no strings attached to the family. 
As years fly by and things don't change in the scenario,  the wife at old age walks out of marriage, to lead a life as per her choice, at 62 years,  the man has now stabled up and looks forward to live his old age along with his wife,  but here is the cliche,  she simply walks out without looking behind to a life where she relentlessly always gave without any returns or favours asked. She walks towards an unknown voyage at old age where nobody expects anything from her and she does not expect anything from anyone, a house she would learn to call her home,  an old age home.....

This is my first attempt in weaving a story.  I would appreciate for a genuine feedback from my supporters in the form of comments,  votes and spirit stones.  
I was unwell for the past month and a half , so the speed has lessened,  but I will not fail in weaving my thoughtsand pen them down at the earliest.  Your genuine feedback will help spark my imagination.

I don't love u anymore

"Hhhhhey!!!! Stop right there.  Am a bit disheveled right now.  Could you come later?  Am hungry..... so.... it's about dinner time.  "


Dev came  near. Ador was looking silly.  He simply took her hands in his and kissed both of them, tenderly.  "Dinner can wait" he said.  


Ador looked towards the water bottle and then looked towards Dev.  Her throat had dried up.  She was in a dilemma, to stop Dev and get another slap in the cheek or to let him carry on.  


" When are you taking me back home?" Ador asked,  still trying to continue the conversation.  "When my younger brother finds his home"  was all that Dev murmured. Ador looked at Dev in the eyes,  did not quite  understanding the meaning of his sentence,  when she felt something poking at her lower end of the stomach.  She looked down to see and was shocked.  Dev's manhood was erect.  She wanted to back off,  but it was too late,  Dev brought her towards him in one small pull  and when she rested her hands on his shoulders for support,  he stooped a bit to kiss her full in the lips. 


First it was a small peck and when she tried to think about his lips on hers and how it felt,  he prolonged his second kiss.  When Ador started responding to his kisses,  Dev tried to nibble her lips and part them for a full entry in her mouth.  This time he did not smell of alcohol and his kisses were passionate.  Dev could hear Ador's soft moans in between the kisses and he thought about his second step in seduction... 


He knew nobody would come and disturb him, now, unless the lights were off.  So what he did next,  made Ador turn her back towards him..... he tugged at the saree anchal and in one quick step, dropped it in front of him.  He could see Ador and her voluptuous self,  well hidden in the blouse.  His eyes gleamed thinking of freeing them from their  bondage.  Ador felt shy at the sudden drop of her annual and then her drapes fell, and to come out of the awkward moment she turned her back towards Dev, to save her dignity.  


At this moment,  Dev switched off the light.  The room was pitch dark,  except the small amount of street light that peeped in when the curtains swayed  by the ceilings fan's breeze.  Ador felt scared and turned back towards Dev, for help, only to be wrapped  in his arms and pushed gently towards the bed. Dev  pinned her on the bed and started kissing her passionately.  When Ador's breath became heavier,  he opened the blouse hooksand the brassiere, in one go.  It was awkward,  but it felt right,  for that moment,  it felt sweet.  Coz this time,  even Ador tried to feel him in the dark.  She also tried opening up Dev's shirt's buttons with her shaking fingers ,only to find his torso covered with  white vest. Both started laughing at their silliness of wanting to grope each other   soon, but failing because each had some form of clothing attached till the very end.  It was like playing hide and seek in the dark. Among this tug of war, of knowing each other, feeling each other, the   hot, flushed, skin,  beads of sweat and soft moans of wanting,  both reached their climax  and consummated their marriage ,without a protection, while coming to know,  that both lost their  virginity for the first time.  


Both fell asleep after three sessions of love making,  to know how  it feels,   how to do and what to do,  and how to break, the turmoils of passion. Both fell asleep in the wee hours of dawn, having a soulful dining full of lust,  love and all that is in between, two people,  to get to know each other well.


Consummate