Honey! The Treasure is all Mine. - a Short Story
Honey! The Treasure is all Mine.
I use to wait after completing my slot. He has been allotted the
next slot in the institute which served the type writing skills. I couldn't
resist him ever since I watched him first. Generally I never show interest in
flirt which few of my friends insisted on me often. However I slip away my
determination and enjoy a secret pleasure with his little talk which has been
more formal though, like ‘finished ah’.., ‘how's speed progress’,...etc... I’m
certain that I have done enough to attract him. In return, he responds with a
clandestine smile.
He is so manly having grown to an average height of 5.8. Curly and
short hair caps his smart physique. I haven't failed to notice the same curly
on his chest, unfurl through the opening of his neck button. His choice of
light coloured outfit added flavor to his wheatish complexion. Overall I’m
thoroughly impressed with his build.
Initially our rendezvous is more of an intra-personal which we
have enjoyed for quite sometimes now. Whatever smaller it is I feel achieved a treasure.
Though I’m madly in love with him, I have no courage to express
it. To my ecstasy; he proposes his love on a rainy evening. He is so adorable
in expressing his love. With an air of masculine, he pronounces those magical
words looking straight into my eyes. Deliberately I’m all heart to accept his
offer. Eventually our little relationship grows thicker and thicker as the days
go by. We have been creating opportunities to share some romances, yet
secretly.
Progressively I start to feel that I could not live even a breath
without him. I have never thought of where our relationship would be headed. We
are contented with the presence of one another. I dress up attractive
exclusively to please him. He cherishes me in half-saree that I wear often. He too
impresses me with little gifts like jasmine, Cadbury’s, greetings etc., yet
secretly.
I’m thrilled at the conscious of his approaching birthday.
Delightfully I have arranged to buy him a gift that is a glass-heart inside
which is a spun red velvet heart carrying the phrase "Happy
birthday". As our board exam for the type writing is around the corner,
there is no regular class. Instead, we have only mock tests.
His birthday falls on such a day when most of the students have
left after 7 O'clock in the evening. I fervently wait to gift him in the
evening. Our institute has been lit only indoor during night. Beside the
institute, there exists a coconut grove where the moon has dimly lit. What else
location could I have expected to stage my gifting show. He catches my
intention and indulges to my token.
No one notices as we slip into the grove. In the moonlight, my
cleavages concealed in his favorite half-saree lure him. I could behold his
gleaming eyes that relish my abundance. What happened next is the most
exhilarating moment of my life. At the root of a coconut tree we settle down. I
sit next to him brushing each other. Watching the gift, he asks, “Why is it”?
“It’s my Heart! A gift for you”, I whisper. His fingers touch mine as I give
him the glass-heart. Since I'm already craving for his caress, his touch pumps
my Estrogens, progesterone, and testosterones the fullest. It's when
the line between love and lust melts, then disappears. I never know how I trail
my fingers over his shoulders and lean over him. As our bodies close the gap,
our eyes meet and so are the lips where he tasted cashew fruit. It's more than
enough to ignite him. He turns on and I let him complete the rest of the
formalities. Despite a novice, he manoeuvres me with a mastery of skills, takes
me to heaven, and fills me with pleasure. I feel bountiful on the grass bed
when he has finished with me. This is the best present I could have endowed him
on his birthday.
I feel stocked enough on the first rendezvous itself. Still I long
to have him more. But the situation doesn’t permit nevertheless. I’m contented
with his casual meetings. He doesn’t disappoint me whenever I wish to see him.
Within a few days the exam arrives. After the board exam we won’t be coming to
the institute. I have the dread of depriving of meeting him yet I’m aware that
he doesn’t live far off. So we agree to exchange letters which is only we would
afford.
In one such letter he has invited to meet him at the Railway
Station. As usual I’m excited to meet him. He arrives there in time. We choose
a lonely bench to discuss. Against my excitement, he shocks me with his
decision to join the Indian Army. Ever since he has told me his decision, I
feel an approaching storm within. However he promises to write to me from the
camp and has kept his words for few months. The days keep tearing away with the
sweet memories and his pleasant words in letters.
Two months pass by. On a sultry Saturday morning, I receive a
Marriage invitation featuring my sweetheart’s name with a girl. I’m shocked at
the very foundation. The world seems to slip away beneath my feet. On the
following day, he again writes me a note fixing an appointment at the same
Railway Station. Knowing the consequence very well, I visit with a heavily
laden heart. He is there in advance.
As expected my suiter now proposes our break up. I’m passive and
in no mood to listen to whatever his explanations. How could a heartbroken
human respond to explanations? He comes like a breeze and leaves like a storm.
I still love him genuinely, honestly, and my love is very generous one that
goes to the extent of allowing him to marry someone else. He leaves the Railway
station leaving me alone...
I wonder where the things could have gone wrong, whether it is the
choice of my love or the way I love. Human is to love in what I still believe.
Whether he persists with me or not, I’m dedicated to the relation we have had.
But I no longer dedicate me to him. I couldn’t rip him off my heart either. In
due course of the twist of my tale, I start to think what I should do with
redefining me. I only feel terrible for him for not going to own the traces
that we both have invested in me. I now keep the precious possession completely
as my partner walks off. My life and its sprout belong to me entirely.
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