Unexpected incidents occur to prove that indeed humankind have no control over the world, the nature and their bodies atlast.

The chill and the drop in temperature is just contrary to the warmth engulfing them. They feel burned, atleast he does.

It was her, though still unknown his senses can easily discern it is surely her, a woman or a young girl may be. Just like a ball of fire to add on.

And why not, how much ever tried a man can easily feel the feminine against him, may be that's why the society consider them as a fire and cotton that should be kept at a safe distance.

Ridiculous comparisons, yet accurate.

Full moon being the only luminescence, him lying just on top of her on the hard ground which they are least bothered, his left leg in between hers and right one just beside her left leg pressing her tight causing sensations in their abdomen, his left hand holding hers both above her head, her front heaving slightly touching his muscular chest and his face just above hers, her kholed eye lashes tapping his eye, their nose tips pressed, her slightly parted plump lips quivering below his rough ones with an inch gap.

Just the eyes being visible, every other inch of her skin completely wrapped in cerise pashmina, that did not stop her rugged breathing fanning his face causing his insides all up down.

And though still existed a safe distance between their bodies, feeling his uneven galloping inflation of his heartbeats just above her, causing her to tumble terribly.

It felt like an extremely maddened lovers hell bent to make love to each other but much to the disenchantment, it was Anirudh with his only ajnabi.

Though holding a woman such is very much against his principles, he could not help this time as she was a mystery that needs to be solved. As it was a question of many children's life.

Darkened midnight half passed two accompanied by ogling of owls on trees all around, mumbled noises of night species mating, constant batter of bushes and in the thick of woods sprawling on each other.

Admist the nature, both trapped in a melody of fierce melancholy.

As he lifts his right hand to unwrap the cloth on her face, to reveal the serene beauty behind. Though not yet seen, he knew, his heart knew much more about her. His ajnabi or the woman in disguise.

It was then, with aloud thump he fell to her left with his back to the ground, eyes much wide in astonishment, while she stood dusting herself and throwing a single glare at him begun to run, more into the woods with him following at back.

Furied, raged not at her escape but at the loss of her cosiness against him. His inners rebuked.

Running behind her, he remembered the gravity of the situation, the past hour.

While returning late night, walking on the border lanes, spotting a well known figure with a child in arms sprinting into the woods, there it began his run for her.

Afterwhich was much startled to see her handing over the child bride to a person, his face registered into his mind as he was totally uncovered, also saw her handing few hard cash to him while the latter gets it and darts towards the opposite of woods to vanish, she began her pace with him at back.

It was just that time, his right hand flipped her shoulder which caused their legs to collide and slither down hitting the harsh turf with her beneath him.

It was then he felt it, the Rakshak or Chor whomever they called was nonetheless a brave and a daring women atlast.

Now, continuing his run behind her for his quest of truth. She seemed more skilled and trained also much experienced, but that does not stop him.

Minutes after running, in a swift he caught her right hand thus tossing her roughly and pinning her on the tree's trunk, aside.

Enraged at such odd resentment, in a blink second she got hold of her pocket sword that dangled on her waist splendidly and tried to threaten him but instead he flipped it along with her such that her back hit his front and his right hand held hers horizontally above her neck, thereby causing the sword to tear her cloth and streak of blood oozing. It was on the extreme up, back of her left shoulder.

As his rugged breathe blew on her left cheek, the propinquity enciting her more she released herself thus now facing him yet stood as a effigy as he placed the sword on her midriff and unknowingly caused another cut there, both standstill.

Then he made her back forced to the trunk, his chisseled front pressed to her heaving bosoms umindfully and his right leg again positioned in between hers to which her hands clasped his colars rigidly while he held her shoulders hardly.

His face just on the crook of her neck while hers next to his and her right cheek pressed against his left one, both taking deep breaths thereby him inhaling her sandalwood along with sweat and in turn her hold tightens on his colars, grabbing him more to her.

It was a battle till now, but surrendering themselves their bodies had begun a battle of their own.

Her eyes closed while his orbs keen on her, suprisingly their bodies rubbing against each other, both totally incausious and melting in the moment.

Though it was totally wrong, there was no hesitation in between them moreover the longing and ache seemed so enticing that the need for the distance to be closed was out of control, much wild.

And at the intensity, a strange irresistible impulse building up causing both to rest their foreheads together.

Panting, gaping into the eyes, trying to discern the unknown their hearts yearned to perceive in each other.

A sin, his mind squeaked while his heart retorted unwillingly convincing it to be desideratum. It wasn't awful.

It was then his mind played the scene, the scene of vulnerability the situation held. His mind playing it in sequence.

He imagined,

He imagined himself giving into the moment, thus placing his rough rigid ones on her soft plump ones with the cloth as the only barricade.

Yet his lips perfectly fit in hers, hers lower lip clutched in between his rigid ones, a moment of overwhelming passion and predilection.

Though the cloth seemed to be a barrier, he could feel her in his lips. She tasted like sugar and spice to him.

As he tasted her through the cloth, his hands moved down clutching her waist too vigorously and stoking it in process.

Through the hand on her waist, pulling her close to him and thus fondling each other in sultry.

Just a second after, unable to behold his strong gaze, she roughly pulled back hurling him on the ground and ran at a fast clip.

As she threw him harshly, he felt her disgust to his touch as if it was not him but hundred scorpions were over her body.

He realized,

It was his fantasy, no no just his hallucination. Nothing occurred in verity. JUST A FANTACY.

It was then, he snapped himself into reality. Though felt culpable for his thoughts mentally thanked his destiny as it was just his dream at such intense moment and nothing else.

Events of tragic magnitude... always drives into absurd circumstances, unalterable.

Still, shooking his head to get back his senses and once into the actuality, it tore him into pieces broke him to the core.

He felt himself as a traitor.

Stabling himself, remembering his fantasy, his eyes were full of tears, heart heavy with guilt and uneasiness. A stupefaction too.

Moreover a treachery is unforgivable, whatever might be the case.

Throughout the years, desiring none he was firmly and heartfully committed to his Bondita, to his love but now he felt he had tarnished the purity in him.

He felt miserable losing his sanity though just in a fantasy.

Already, twice the mistake was done and now he cannot do it for third time. He cannot easily give up to such impulses as now he had the love of his life waiting for him. Anirudh thought.

Though he did not cross any limits or assume her sensually yet the fantasy he felt in the friction of their collision was totally wrong to him.

As his heart, mind and soul completely belonged to his Bondita even his body to add on.

Inwardly thanking his stars for stopping such mishap, promising and reminding himself of her presence inside him.

He started to walk back with iniquity as his only ally and though it was mere fantasy he decided to ask for her forgiveness in reality.

It was a Sunday evening he finally let out all his apprehensions of last night's encounter and the most frightening fantacy, it was then he realised that he was dragged by his younger brother outside the haveli.

Batuk seemed to be more excited on showing him something interesting, though uninterested gave up to the attempts of his younger brother.

With bunch of people surrounding the platform, it was the same nithya natak, precisely an art happening all weekends in their village usually depicting their age old rich epics and ancient stories through music, dance and drama. It was the same with more crowd.

Anirudh whined, "kya hai Batuk? Muje zaroori kaam hai. Chodo muje. Muje nahi dekna yeh sab."

Batuk instantly retorting, "boudi ko bhi nahi dekna aapko? Boudi ka nithya hi chal rahi hai... nahi dekna toh chaliye wapas."

Wriggling himself from Batuk's hold, Anirudh approached the throng and thus passing all villagers hastenly stood in the forefront witnessing the aesthetic deity before him. It had already seemed to end yet.

Tava padam-Eva param-Padam-ity
-Anushiilayatto mama kim na Shive,

Jaya Jaya he
Mahishasura-mardini
ramya-kapardini shyla-sute.

(Your feet indeed is the Supreme feet; how can I not practise devotion towards them, O Auspicious mother?

Victory to you, the destroyer of the demon Mahishasura,
who has beautiful locks of hair and who is the daughter of the Mountain.)

His eyes dilated at the propitious sight, clad in dark red benarasi saree with thick gold border, head to toe ornamented with dazzling and sparkling gold heavily screaming Supreme divinity, the flower around the dense hair frizzanting nature while her dim lantern yellowed face resembling the goddess. Pure analogous.

As her highly embellished dark kohled eyes protruding wide enough with her tounge swung out and every inch of her face hued with vigorous outrage against the demon (character) lying beneath her with her right leg on him and her gold trident framed to his chest, demon acting as extremely trembling in fear.

As the crowd chanted, jai durge jai jai durge in chorus, his Bondita resembled the true immortal avatar of goddess Durga in that attire with same numen.

As the holy sacred song ended, all characters got up and dismissed in haste while she stood glued and lost wide eyed, unknowingly he walked up the stairs leading to the platform.

Kneeled in front of her with his head bowed and hand on chest, just like her devotee and then with extreme erring he uttered, "Apni galathi ke liye muje maaf karogi? Maaf kardhijiye... muje" as the throng watched them in bewilderment.

Having no response, lifted his head to watch her smile divinely in elegance as a sign of his forgiveness.

It was his earnestness and her strong vehemence to his reaction.

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