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

“Blackmail,” she smiled.

“Love mail,” he laughed.

‘Ok boss, but tell me how I can assist you at work,” she said in all seriousness.

“So to say with your presence itself; Moreover, your general abilities and her creative capabilities should do wonders for us, I’m really hopeful that we three could make it work.” he said thoughtfully.

“With two women backing your genius, I’m sure we would succeed,” she said in all admiration.

“Don’t be lavish in your praises; only when something goes on smoothly for some length of time, can one say that some genius is at work there. But we haven’t even started,” he said unpretentiously.

‘I’ve a hunch that our sufferings are behind us and a rosy future awaits us,” she said exuding optimism.

“But what of the present,” he said ardently.

“It’s in our mating, isn’t it?” she said amorously.

In the ecstasy of their lovemaking quite a lot of midnight oil was burnt that night as well.

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Waking up at his honeymoon time of nine, Raja Rao tiptoed into the kitchen to surprise Roopa, and as he laced her at her back, she lay smug in his embrace for long.

“What’s for the day darling?” he crooned into her ears at length.

“Why not a Lambretta ride, all the way into the wilderness,” she said as she had an agenda on hand.

“No doubt it would be an exciting ride but what if Lalitha derails it by alerting Sathyam about it?” he said.

‘I couldn’t care less for once, but even if it comes to that, won’t I make up something for an explanation?” she said nonchalantly.

“Roopa, what a perfect ten you are!” he said, watching her wear the brown Venkatagiri sari.

“But Sandhya is ten plus one, and I mean it,” she said.  

 “While your passion supplies me the life-force, she sustains that with her love, that’s how you both bring substance to my life,” he said contemplatively.

“Why not a ménage a trois then,” she said enticingly.

“Not that I want it any less to happen but what I seek more is that you succeed with Sathyam,” he said taking her hand.

“As much as I want to live with you, still I would try to be more eager for him, if only as a salutation to our love,” she said, moved no end.

When they stepped out of the house and got onto Sathyam’s Lambretta for a ride into the wilderness, riding the pillion, as they crossed the city limits, she enlaced him amorously.

“How pleasantly hard it is Roopa,” he said, without turning back.

“It’s my dream ride Raja, take me to some no man’s land,” she hugged him closer.

When he finally stopped the scooter near Shamirpet, she spotted a place yonder for their rendezvous.

Spreading a bedsheet under a banyan tree, they sat for a session of sweet nothings, and having eaten some rotis with dalfry bought at a dhaba on their way, they settled for siesta.

But no sooner they woke up than she goaded him to move around the place ‘like grazing cows’.

“You’re crazy really,”’ he said.

“Am I not in love?” she walked spiritedly ahead of him.

Soon spotting a mango grove, she ran towards it, dragging him all the way, and as they got therein, leaving him perplexed on the ground, she climbed up a well-grown tree. When she perched herself on a low branch, and invited him to join her there, he obliged her saying,

“How you amaze me Roopa!”

“Raja you gave me the real me,” she said cuddling him in delight.

“Roopa, even in my wildest dreams, I haven’t imagined anything near this,” he said holding her dearly.

“Now I’m being gripped by the animal in me,” she jumped down, pulling him along.

“Be my bull,” she said having bent on the ground and lifting her sari to bare her arse for him.

“How you’ve become insane!” he said amazedly.

“True, but then, you should know how I’ve been craving for you? I want you to lay me at wherever I’d pined for you. Maybe, it’s the only way I might be able to erase those painful moments of my craving for you. How I wish you could stay put in me. Why has not nature made it that way?” she said excitedly in her provocative posture.

“Oh, to be wanted like this is divine indeed,” he said, as he followed her bidding.

 In the end, as the sun was all set to cross the horizon, they headed back to the city, as if to beat it at its own game. But once they reached Paradise, they stopped for a cup of Irani chai that they shared by the roadside. Thereafter, having loitered on the Tank Bund for a while, on their way back home, he picked up four bottles of King Fisher.

“Are you going to gobble up all that beer?” she said second guessing his intentions.

“I thought you would share,” he said tantalizingly.

“Does it help me too?” she winked at him.

“Yes, to take the stuffing out of me,” he said in smile.

Reaching home, they were relieved at finding a padlock on the landlord’s door.

“Looks like my bad-luck is a spent force now, touch wood,” she said, touching the door before she opened it.

“That’s good for our love,” he said repeating the ritual.

Having stuffed the beer bottles in the fridge, they went together into the bathroom for a shower. Though they went in together as if to save time, yet they took a long time coming out of it, only to settle down on the bed for ‘cheers’.

“Isn’t it bitter,” she said after the first sip.

“You will feel better after a gulp or more,” he said in encouragement.

“I know it would be better for me, even without me drinking it,” she smiled.

“You are a pet dear,” he said.

“Like her, you mean,” she said, smiling.

“Did she tell you that she likes her peg having my peg?” he said with a glint in his eye.

“I won’t betray her secrets, even to her man,” she said in mirth lying in his lap.

“So you would gang up in our ménage a trios, better I have second thoughts,” he said in jest  

About to respond, she retched, and his hands got outstretched.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said in embarrassment as he wiped her mouth clean, he having cleaned his own hands before.

“Why, won’t you take my cum?” he said, cuddling her in his embrace.

“If not for that what for a woman is made?” she said smiling, looking into his eyes as he sought her lips eagerly.

While he made love to her, she readily surrendered her soul to him as her body sought him even more eagerly.

When she was at preparing meals for them, enjoying his drink, he kept her company in the kitchen, and as if the beer tasted better from his bottle, she began to share it with him at every turn.  Having been rejuvenated after dinner, they indulged themselves, as if there would be no sex life left after that night for them.

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When Roopa got up the next day, finding Raja Rao staring at her longingly, she felt as if she woke up from a dream.

“Why stare at me as if I’m new to you?” she said, getting closer to him,

“I’m not able to believe that all your beauty is mine,” he said, blowing into her navel.

“Worried about the void, I couldn’t sleep for long,” she said pensively

“I’ll be back in your arms before your love bites lose their traces,” he said baring his shoulders.

“Wish I were a vampire to live on your blood till then,” she said biting him to the bones.

“Ooh, my bitch,” he said in pain

“I itch for such,” she said in want.

‘What shall I tell Sandhya’s about these,” he said still in pain.

“Tell her to ask me,” she said coyly, and added,” You want her to deliver a boy or a girl?”

“Baby girl,” he said.

“If I could, I would like to bear your son,” she said.

“Why is that?” he said inquisitively.

“I want a future Roopa to have a man like you,” she said admiringly.

“Roopa, oh, how you love me!” he said hugging her.

“When would be the barasala?” she said.

“Once you hear from her don’t fail to book your tickets,” he said.

“I’ve an idea, we shall make it in a 1st Class coupe for two; as I make some coffee for us, think how to bring it about,” she said excitedly, and he too followed her into the kitchen.

While preparing the coffee and picturing their togetherness on the train, she recalled her weird experience in the coupe, and as if the milk on the burner too shared her urge to narrate the episode to her lover, it boiled itself in double quick time.

Having heard her recap, he tried to figure out the embarrassment she might have felt then, and said,

“That’s what life is all about, stranger than fiction, as they say, but do check below the berths before all else,”

“No worry as it’s once bitten twice shy, now tell me how we get in there in the first place,” she said eagerly.

“Book a coupe for us in the Godavari, party joining at Kazipet. You ring me up so that I too can book my ticket to kazipet. As he would be with you till the train moves out, you book another ticket for you as usual. Then at Kazipet, we would check into the cupid’s corner,” he explained as they had coffee.

“What a ‘love on wheels’ that would be reminding me, jab miya bibi raaji to kya karega kazi,” she hugged him, spilling the dregs on him.

 When the clock struck eleven though, it occurred to her that in its forward march, time would abet her lover to leave her for his wife’s place that evening, and that made her feel morose.

“Cheer up Roopa, If you sulk, that would only make it worse for me,” he said at last.

“Maybe you can measure my love on the scale of your misery,’ she sighed.

‘How true,’ he said, hugging her.

“You can’t separate love and anxiety in a woman’s heart,’ she said, tightening her grip on him.

“That’s why love is so painfully sweet,” he kissed her tears, ‘and salty too.’

By the time they reached the Secunderabad Railway Station in the evening, Roopa began to see Raja Rao’s impending departure as a necessary evil for their forthcoming togetherness.

“As you make love to her, give my love to her,” she whispered to him in the din of the arriving train.

When the Godavari Express languidly pulled out of that railway platform, gazing at him lovingly, she waved at him furiously.

If only her sense of longing for her lover had acquired a physical dimension, probably the train, in spite of its diesel power, wouldn’t have moved an inch forward.

Chapter 30

Euphoric Forays

The Godavari Express, which Roopa boarded at Secunderabad that September evening, raced on the railway track as if powered by the pull of her passion even as the sound of its vibrations synchronized with the pounding of her heart beats. But, when the train came to a screeching halt at Kazipet, ending her two-hour long anxiety, it didn’t take long for her to jump into the waiting arms of Raja Rao.

“I was worried about your train making it in time,” she said after deep kissing him for long, unmindful of the surroundings.

“Why would I take chances? I was ahead by a day,” he said holding her.

“Oh, sorry for your lovely wait,” she said, not hiding her happiness.

“What is it before our year-long longing,” he crooned into her ear.

Then as they reached the first class bogie, pulling him towards the farthest entrance, she said,

“I’ve something to show you.”  

“Can’t you wait till we get in?” he winked at her.

“It’s a special from the Indian Railways for us,” she said, and read aloud from the passenger chart pasted over there.

MRS. ROOPA RAO

“You know how to feel love, and express it as well,” he said pressing her shoulder.

“Isn’t it a bold statement in bold letters?” she said clinging to him lovingly.

“Even small print suits our lovesick eyes,” he said lovingly.

“Of brave souls, that is,” she said looking at him admiringly.

“True,” he said looking at her lovingly.

“How are