Benign Flame: Saga of Love by BS Murthy (inspirational books for students TXT) 📕

“I know but are you going to tell her about our meeting?” she said taking his hand.

‘Let’s mention it in the passing, to both of them that is,” he said as he started footsie.

“I thought as much when you got into your chappals,” she said joining him in the footsie and enjoying the sensual pulsations his touch has induced in her.

“Roopa, had you modeled, Marlene Dietrich’s legs would have been cut down to size,” he said in all admiration.

“I’m glad I’ve got a leg man for my man,” she said joyously.

“Now, I’ll give you some legwork,” he said, as he took his leg up above her calf. “You’ve to locate an office space that caters to the needs of our passion and a flat that goes with the taste of your friend. You know it covers the distance if you find them both near your house.”

‘I’ll get into the mission mode,” she winked at him.

Having had a sumptuous meal, they hired an auto-rickshaw to go to Deepak for the matinee show. However, seeing some sari shops on the way, Raja Rao asked the driver to stop nearby.

“Let’s get a sari for you,” he got down.

“Won’t I treasure it as the commemorative one,” she said coyly.

‘Won’t it remind me every time I disrobe it,” he crooned into her ears as she stepped out of the auto.

As both of them were scanning the saris in those rows of shelves, she picked up a brown venkatagiri and began feeling it on herself.

“Won’t it go well with me?” she said excitedly.

“And this as well,” he handed her a grey pochampally.

“I’ll have that then,” she dropped the venkatagiri.

“You have them both,” he said handing her the venkatagiri.

“If only you promise me that you would have us together,” she said to him in undertone.

“Would I love that any less?” he murmured in her ears.

After she had selected matching blouse pieces for those saris, they came out of the shop.

“How else I can thank you twice than by wearing them both together?” she said coyly, as they walked towards the auto-rickshaw, kept in wait for them,

“That would be an overburden to my eager hands, and to tell you the truth, you look the best with none on you,” he whispered into her joyous ears.

“Let me also reveal my mind; you’re alike handsome, with and without your jeans,” she said turning coy.

“Thank you, I’ll join you in a minute,” he said, as she got into the auto. 

“What’s that?” she asked him when he returned with a packet.

“It’s personal,” he winked at her.

“Is that so?” she said reaching for it.

“I feel so,” he smiled holding it back.

“Then lock it in your briefcase,” she said feigning anger.

‘Anything to do with you is personal to me, isn’t it?” he said, cajoling her.

“Mere words aren’t they?” she said looking the other way.

“Some colorful thirty-sixes for you,” he crooned into her ears.

“Good memory,” she smiled, thrilled to the core.

‘The haunting one of our love spheres,” he whispered,

While she rested her head on his shoulder, as though made heady by his love, the auto took them to the Deepak Theatre.

However, by the time they got into cinema hall, the matinee was already under way but no sooner they settled in their seats than their legs sought partners for footsie. Thus by the interval time, even as their legs got weary, their souls craved for fusion. So, as their looks conveyed longing, their legs signaled the exit.

“Get a few,” she whispered as they came out of the theatre.

“How many?” he said heartily.

“As many as you could wet,” she said coyly.

While she waited at the gate, he went out on her errand, and soon, as she saw him returning with a Vanilla large picked up at the nearby Kwality, she guessed his intentions and followed his coming in all eagerness.

“So, you’re fond of ice cream?” she said all the same, feeling his pocket.

“I thought you could blow hot and cold,” he whispered leaning onto her.

“What an imagination,” she ruffled his hair in admiration.

“Owing to your inspiration,” he squeezed her waist.

Soon they reached Domalaguda by an auto-rickshaw, and as though to shed part of her fear, she asked the driver to take them right up to the street corner.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve to come behind me,” she said as she went ahead of him.

“Why the precedent was set last night itself,” he said making her shy.

When she gave him the green signal, propelled by his passion, he increased his pace to reach her place. Then, closing the door behind, he overwhelmed her in no time.

“Roopa, in spite of her love, life without you would’ve been empty, how lucky we   made it,” he said, as they lay satiated in each other’s arms.

“Give me the credit for enticing you in the end, oh, how desperate I was for your fill,” she said in a fulfilled tone.

“That’s why, I owe you even more,” he clasped her hand.

“Raja, the more you explore my body, even more I’m coming to know about my soul. I never knew love would mean so much in spite of my craving for you,” she said, kissing his chest.

“Even if I spend a lifetime on your frame, I’m sure it would still have nuances left to enthrall my senses,” he said, fondling her.

Soon they had their nap as though to refresh themselves for the time ahead and as they woke up she said,

“I’ll make some coffee for us.”

“Make it a little hotter for better effect,” he said winking at her.

“Why not,” she winked back at him, as she went into the kitchen.

“See how it differs from those ice-cream jerks,” he said even as she returned with two cups of steaming coffee for them.

“With you I’m a game for anything,” she said enthusiastically.

“Oh, you are a marvelous woman,” he shrieked in time.

“For the marvel of a man,” she sputtered.

“Brought by the hand of love” he said in ecstasy.

“I’m afraid the latex would lacerate,” she said, condoming him at length.

“Oh! Roopa what a dame are you?” he said in happiness.

“I’ll let you know now,” she said, as she mounted.

“Oh, my love” he cried in ecstasy.

“Hold my boobs,” she moaned in joy.

“What a randy,” he said, as he took his turn in their lovemaking.

“Horny honey,” she said, satiated at length.

“Roopa, I’m coming to see the commonality between sex and sport, basics being the same, it’s the players who raise the bar,” he said resting on her belly in fulfillment.

“How true,” she said caressing his chest.

When they bathed together in the evening, wanting to have him there too, she made him want her even more.

After bath, as she began wearing the new pochampally, he ogled at her, as if she were new to him.

“I’m sorry that you’re caged here,” she said apologetically.

“No sorries in cupid’s nest,” he said taking her into his arms.

“So so sexy,” she said sinking into him.

When she got into the kitchen to prepare dinner for them, he started helping her in the kitchen chores.

“Why get tired here when you’ve got to exert elsewhere,” she said taking away the kitchen knife from him.

“Will this do?” he said in smile, as he squatted on the floor, leaning to the wall.

“That’s fine, but don’t dare stir out from there,” she said, assuming the posture of a monitor with a ladle for the stick.

“May I know what went wrong with you and him,” he said hesitantly.

‘My life an open book for you, but why spoil our party with my problems,” she said.

“You know I want you to be happily wed-locked, let’s see how we can fix it,” he said concernedly.  

“I’m happy you care,” as she said, she went up to him to kiss.

While she prepared their meal, she narrated her life and times, and said in the end,

“I’ve only to blame myself, for I never made him feel wanted.”

‘I’m sure, he would return to a sweeter home,” he said, caressing her affectionately.

“To be honest with you, I could never love him the way I dreamt of loving a man,” she said, cuddling herself in his embrace. “I shouldn’t have married him at all and that was the biggest blunder of my life. So it’s in a void that I lived till you swept me off my feet on that fateful 6th of June (she looked up and winked at him). Having got you after all that craving, I should’ve cared two hoots for him, but as you’ve opened my eyes to the real meaning of our love life, I shall open my heart to him as well. Now, I’m full of hope as your love has given me zest for life.”

“I would love to see that dawn in his life,” he said reaching for her lips.

“Raja, I’m really proud of you,” she said hugging him tightly as he released her lips. “I’ll bring that about, if only to prove the power of our love. I thought about what you’ve said and realized that it makes much sense. As you’ve pictured the sentimental aspects so clearly, I could see the practical utility of it all. After all, adultery could be a double jeopardy for women, as affairs can’t cater to the marital irritants that push women into alien arms; and making it worse for them, liaisons induce a feeling of guilt, pricking their conscience all the time. So, while still having to endure that which made them adulterous, women in liaison find themselves carrying the cross of infidelity as well. Besides, in time, the fear of exposure, imparts dullness to their sense of excitement, and that robs them of the thrills on the frills. When in the end, the inevitable desertion is on hand; won’t women wonder about the futility of it all, so your idea could be a viable via media for such. Oh, how I feel enslaved by your intellectual love.”

‘I’m proud of you Roopa for expanding it so well,” he kissed her ardently.  

“With all that rubbing we’ve been having, a little of your intellect could have seeped into me,” she said with a sense of satisfaction.

“Add that to your love and charms, won’t you enslave me,” he said in admiration, and added in jest. “But do spare me for I’ve to serve her as well.”

“Why won’t I lend my helping hand to help you serve her better,” she said as she winked at him, and thought,

‘How unique my life is! Isn’t it thrilling to have a man and his wife for lovers without the other being wiser to it? Oh, how exciting it is, being in the eye of the love storm.’

“May I see your course material,” he said, as they came out of the kitchen.

She readily placed all the course material before him and looked at him eagerly.

“I know from your letters to Sandhya that your pen carries the beauty of your hand,” he said perusing her notebooks.

“Bur how I wish I can show you the Rama Kotis in my heart bearing your name,” she said leaning on him.

‘Roopa, I love your letter greeting me when I get back to Delhi,” he said, kissing her writing hand.

“What else to write than seeking sex dates from my horny man, so that is that,” she said coyly.

“Surely you can picture your reflections of our union for one,” he said.

“As if you haven’t seen them all,” she sank into his lap.

“Being unlucky in love,” he said reflectively, “I never had any love letter to read. Seeing Sandhya, my mind wanted her as wife before love entered my heart. But as you know ours is love at first sight. That way, you’re the first woman I loved and had. If you feel it’s not risky, we could correspond till we come here.”

“I’m happy being special to you but I feel sad that you had to wait for so long to love-mate,” she said cajolingly, and added in disappointment, “Yet, I don’t want some postal mishap ruining our love.”

“You can safely write, if not receive,” he said, and added in jest, “If you fail to write, I’ll send