Mala s Story
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“Her tender skin frightened at the warm of my hands
Her indissoluble confidence trembled at the strength of my stare
She fumbled like a rose petal suspended in the air
I decided to encounter the inner beast in both of us
My lips were displaced into a magical world
As she caught me by the neck and slid past her fleshy lips on mine”
Women are the true wonders of this world, their mannerisms and mystery ingrained smile can make a man’s head go on an illusionary roller coaster. This is not a typical story you would find on a platform like this, I am about to tell the tale of an extremely pleasant encounter between a remarkable lady and a gentleman.
Being a metropolitan city, Bangalore always had its way of accommodating people irrespective of where they came from. Political parties have been trying to stir up a plot to actively employ divisive politics on the basis of language but the togetherness is still evolving as strong as ever. Once, this esteemed summer destination of both British rulers and monarchs truly matched its legacy, ‘The Garden City’.
Lal Bagh is the only dedicated region in this city to be celebrated as a remnant of the once rich legacy. It is the only place where an illusion of fresh air existed, hundreds of fitness freaks flocked the pathways of this gorgeous garden every morning to breath in some imaginary fresh air. A man like me would call it a great privilege to watch gorgeous women hovering around in their running attire. Being a man of manner, after numerous attempts to engrave on my subconscious about the uncomforting misery women go through when a strange man glares at them continuously, I succeeded. My eyes are trained to behave their master, my brain and to devoid from any adventure that would leave a woman petrified. After a sumptuous buffet of fresh air and an alarmingly attractive aroma of flowers, I laid down on a wooden bench to relax the back of my body and stare at the clogged Bangalore sky.
My breathing turned from heavy to light, I looked at the birds heading east, looking for a much healthy sky to flow free without fearing acid burns. The intensity of my gasps and sighs alleviated as a lady decided to block my view using her attractive smile, I stood up and we exchanged formal greetings. She introduced herself as my immediate neighbor, I cursed my unreasonable office timings which leaves me no time to check out a pretty woman living next door. Her name was Mala Sree, she insisted that I should go with her for a dosa at the famous MTR restaurant after she finishes her squats. My thoughts were confused and shattered, somehow all of my apprehensions and prejudice about Mala came to an end when we sat down for a cup of filter coffee, the lifeline of Bengaluru people.
Mala was an inevitably attractive woman in all terms, she had a mysterious smile which could speak more than words, her eyes always seemed to contain an amount of positivity and they danced perfectly in sync with the movement of her lips when she talked. Her laugh was contagious, the strum of her vocal chord accompanied by widening of her slushy lips would render any sane man on this earth numb. Mala was a genius, she could talk about any subject under sun, my conversations with her became more interesting than anything else. For the first time in my life I could stay away from any sexual feeling when I talked to a woman with whom I have a great amount of possibility of having sex.
We continued to run together, eat dosas and occasionally we both sat together in her apartment for stellar conversations. I found this woman to be someone who was adding value to my rather mundane life. I would leave office early to catch a movie with her. One thing Mala never did was talk about her past and this spiraled up my already burning desire to unearth this magical woman, where did she get this charm and intelligence. On a fortunate Sunday evening, we both decided to watch the before trilogy at a stretch and we did that with ease and comfort as our encounters are often filled with such sessions. Mala started talking about love for the first time in her life, she cursed the screenwriter for scripting it so beautifully and it has evoked an emotion she thought were dead. I politely asked her, ‘Is my prescience at this time of the day bothering you Mala?, she looked at the clock, it was almost 2 A.M. Mala replied: “I am too old for love, Karthik”.
She burst into tears, I moved my body forward to prevent her from falling into the floor, I tried to comfort her in my shoulders. That night was a disaster, I had to leave for an out of the station project the next day, I didn’t have the courage to address her and I knew Mala well, if she wanted me to know anything she will tell it all by herself. After four days of hectic work I was back in my apartment, I couldn’t decide to go and say hi to Mala, I laid on my inexpensive sofa wondering about what she would be doing at this time. Mala walked into my room with the same happiness with which she walked around and invited me to a holiday weekend, all expense on her, she wants to get as wild as possible. I couldn’t hint anything about sex until I reached Munnar and checked into a single room with a spectacular view outside and a much more enthralling view inside.
For the first time ever, my hormones erupted as a hurricane in my lower body, my brain couldn’t stop looking at the finely finished brown skin which embodied Mala, the curve of her hips and a spectacular ass handcrafted by God. “I haven’t seen you looking at me like that before”, Mala broke the silence, she caught me looking through the mirror. She came closer to me, sat down in a chair kept in front of looked at me in the eyes, “Why else would I bring you amidst these hills, Karthick?”. We have had enough of talk, now its time to dive deep into this magnificent woman and award her with all the pleasure she wants, its payback time!
End of Part 1.
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