LOVE-MAD MAN EXCITED THE DARLING
LOVE-MAD MAN EXCITED THE DARLING
Soldiers
come to the eastern border of the country for military training once a
year. Their groups of vehicles gave the
impression of a celebration to the people of the village. They set up shops
selling chicken, mutton, small shops, and secret liquor shops for the soldiers.
Money flows freely from the pockets of the soldiers. At least for the time
being, an optimistic hope is rising in them.
Any time it was almost night when they reached that village. Everyone engaged in unloading the goods from the trucks that came. The first work is to erect the tent for the kitchen and weapons. It may not be possible for a soldier to pick arms without food. The boss visited the team and inquired about the information that had arrived without any trouble to anyone. He also gave strict instructions that no one should leave beyond this area. He ordered them to rest in the rocky area and left.
It is during training and vacations like this
that soldiers get a chance to leave the barracks. After hard training during
these times, they will indulge in individual pastimes. For many, the pastimes
are many. Some drink alcohol, play the lottery, some buy chicken mutton from
outside, and enjoy good food, while others enjoy the outdoor views and the
beauties.
The next day was Sunday. Bear Jose and his
group had obtained permission from the boss to leave the tent. Devan also
signed a pass with them. Walked around the village intersections, Bear Jose and
the party learned from some adults by giving cigarettes that where should they
get mutton, chicken, fish, and a place that sells good local liquor, and also
asked about the tart girls of that locality. They discovered the river also for
night fishing. After leaving college, a group of girls on bicycles passed by
them whispering some comments. Even before Devan left for this place, he had
heard about this village from some friends. It was understood that the women
here are beautiful, had a special interest in the Madrasi people for their
lovely behavior, and that the villagers had respect for the soldiers. 
Today is the third day, and I do not know how long it will be here. There is weapons training at the border. He thought a lot before attending the parade in the morning. The platoon commander said Devan should help Cook in the Cook House from today onwards while allocating jobs to everyone. You should go and see the Cook House Commander. He reluctantly went to work at the Cook House.
Devan looked around the tent of the cookhouse.
In the distance, he noticed a customized hut. Always Devan will pay attention
to all the houses in the neighborhood wherever he goes. Devan looked through
the gap of the tent and saw the sight in amazement. Now the time is about
eleven o'clock, a boy who seemed to be four years old, barely made his way to
the side of the cookhouse with a Gourd (a type of folk vegetable) unusually big
in size on his head. He was wearing only a jacket around his body. The sheer copy
of poverty. When Devan saw this, he remembered his childhood. The child
scratches his head at the door of the Cook House and stands motionless and
pitiful. In those eyes, he saw the veins of fear, poverty, and misery. Devan
asked him what he wanted, but the boy stood with his eyes wide open. Yeh - Deva
bought that Gourd and gave him some wheat flour and bread, that we have lack of
vegetables, and that is a good taste because it is folk, said the chief cook.
Devan's
secret eyes moved to see the motive behind the vegetable, and if someone wanted
to send that child, he had to have a mother and father. The child is handsome,
and there is nothing less than poverty. The mother will not be bad. Will the
husband be a bitch, or will he leave the baby and beg? In any case, I have to
help this miserable child's family. More wheat flour and bread wrapped than
Chief Cook had said. He gave some to the boy and took the rest in his hand and
slowly went down the path where no one could see. When asked where the house was,
the boy pointed to the hut he had seen earlier. From one side of the hut, Devan
saw a form of lightning disappearing of a woman figure. Devan, walked quickly
ahead of the child with his belongings in hand. When he reached the hut, he
stretched out the bundles in his hand towards the female figure who was hiding
inside the house. She pointed to a bench tied with four sticks and told him to
put it on. Then she told him to leave quickly. Devan did not leave from there.
He was thinking about her attractive physical appearance and charming beauty.
She's good, her eyes are sunken due to poverty, and nothing else, she is
beautiful.
She was silently drawing something with her
feet on the ground. She did not forget to look at Devan with her blossom eyes
raised often. He knew in that look that she is admiring his presence. He
thought to himself as he turned to smile, and she gave him the inverse smile.
She was not angry with the horse but watched intently. I want her hot anyway.
Devan cared; India is a very rich country. Everyone has the good fortune to
live a prosperous life. Yet while some live happily, some live in poverty. A
few added the well-being of others pushing to live in adoration. The poor blame
the verdict on themselves. Isn’t this what is happening in our groups too? The
high tramples the low - in a way that never rises. And where the poor life,
they do not know their poverty because everyone is poor. Oh - there is no end
to thinking, I do not care if I am a philosopher, nothing can be better without
changing our system.
She was alone in Devan's mind all that night.
He was thinking of her and imagined the lust of her eyes that shows waves. Her
hands were as smooth as wax. Stomach resembling an allele with a white rash
protruding through the fissure of the ottoman. Her round, plump neck, and if
she got in the hands of a good man, she would be a competitive beauty. But does
she have a husband? There is a thirst in her eyes when she looks, and her
half-closed eyes indicate it when she looked at me. Anyway, I have seen a lot
of girls, but for nothing, it feels like an inordinate intimacy with this girl
at first sight.
The next day, Cook was busy with work. Despite
being a genuine cannon fighter, Devan assumes that cooking is his favorite
art. Everyone loves his recipes. Looking at the time when the child came
yesterday, he kept some flour, bread, and vegetables without anyone noticing.
Slowly he looked at the hut and got busy, expecting the arrival of the child.
But all hopes were dashed, and not only did the child not come, but the hut
seemed empty. The time is about eleven
o'clock. All the work assigned to him has already been done. He asked the
housekeeper for permission to come an hour later. He took the flour, bread, and
vegetables which had been kept unseen by others. He hid and walked towards her
hut. Reaching the hut, he slowly opened the unsecured door and entered. Inside,
the mother and baby are resting. There was no fear or swearing on the young
woman's face as a man entered the house. Devan was expected a great conflict.
He already prepared on his mind for dealing with such a situation if happening
so.
He held out his belongings to her. Then he
asked her heartily, my girl "why didn't you send the gourd veg
today?" We don't need anything from there anymore - we'll be run our self
somehow. Her voice was muffled, but there was a touch of love in it. You did
not come again, right. If anyone knew this, my child and I would not be able to
live here. You go fast - I'm not as wrong as you think”. Devan was in such a
bad state that he swallowed all the words he had in mind to speak to her
vigorously. However, he said slowly, look "I'm not like that, you are a
good girl, I can understand the thirst and desire in your eyes. I've been in so
much pain since I saw your pathetic condition yesterday. I came only for
yourself and the child to help as much as I could. Moreover, this beauty of
yours is holding me back. He told all this looking into her eyes lovingly.
Where is your husband and does he work? Seeing this, it seems that he is not a
person who cares about you in this misery.
Will you tell me all this, he asked. Devan noticed her eyes filling up
with tears. She looked into his eyes and said nothing but keep silent. Okay -
I'm going now, and will come tomorrow, saying this he turned around carefully
and walked away.
Devan felt closer to her by the mind. Her tear-filled eyes were always reflected in his mind. Besides, her pitiful face reverberated his mind and changed his mood sadly. He knew the tender expression of love. He lacked energy for doing anything after this incident. But mind advised, Deva, you are an unmarried youth, if anything goes wrong you will be punished for life. Oh - what to happen and if so, let it happen, I want to see her tomorrow anyway. Although two days old, he felt it like a lifetime love bond. I have to hold her close to me and to kiss on her chubby cheeks. Desires and thirsts arose in his mind and he entered the world of magic. If these desires are not fulfilled now, he remembered the words of his love Guru Murugan that, “if we die without fulfilling our desires and reached heaven, our soul will complain to the God that this person is dry of desires and has no hope, so let us give him the birth as a Dog, so don’t let the hopes remain unenjoyed for long.” That night he had many dreams about her. He raised early in the morning and glanced at her house. Somehow he was making time for eleven o'clock. His heart yearns to see her and thirsted to feel her intimacy. Waves run through his body as he thinks about it. He imagined holding her hands together and absorbing her heat to his body with hot kisses.
The day before, Devan had kept some flour,
bread, and some things for his girlfriend. He thought and decided to make a
final for his meeting today, He thought, I no longer know where my boss will
transplant me after this area. He felt total intrusion when he thinks. He
reckoned that he has seen so many women, but she is different from everyone. A
family woman who is matured, lovely in character, and attractive in behavior.
Yet in her eyes and demeanor, there is an unquenchable thirst for something.
No burning desire to achieve anything wrongly. A young woman who shows herself
to be self-sufficient in adversity. I have to ask her today about all
whereabouts. If time is wasted, opportunities will not come together. Thus,
thinking of each affair, the time came closer to meet her. Anyway, he sensed
himself that the old courage seemed to be insufficient in his body due to the
dilemma of feelings. He picked up all his belongings and set off for her in
another direction he had found earlier. The man approached the house and made
sure no one saw him. However, he noticed that the house and surroundings were
unusually clean and the clothes were put to dry. He felt an unprecedented aroma
and invigorating energy pervading that area.
He slowly opened the leaning door and
entered the house. The incense is burning inside. He was astonished to see that
she's not the girl he saw yesterday. She smiles and looks at him charmingly
wearing a single sari with the fantasy of makeup on her face. Her child has
noted something in a book. She pointed and asked to sit a chair she had
borrowed from somewhere and wanted to look at him intently. He put all his
belongings there and looked at her face with a smirk. I was sure that you would
come, she told me. Why are you following me like this? This is how all soldiers
are. They come and looking for shores, and you are one of them. I know clearly
what you want. But I am not like that. You look like an educated person. Don't
you know that this is all wrong? Don't you have to be honest with your wife?
You are a human being, a person with desire, thirst, and emotion, but you have
to control yourself. If your wife goes looking for someone like this and you
find out about it, what will be the consequences? Half things are better if we
always act as if we are there for what the contrary wants us to do.
He thought to himself that she was one step
ahead of what he thought, and said, "I am not a married man my girl."
when I saw your sad life, I wanted to approach you to be with you. Not only
that but your look fills my mind, I feel the attachment and the intimacy with
you for ages. I know your eyes are thirsty for something. Do you not wish long
for the warmth of a man? I have not slept since I saw you. Though our minds are
far away, it closes and talks and touch each other by souls. Don't you feel it
too? You are too beautiful than yesterday. I see the beauty in your eyes. Don't
you know the stumbling block in speech and the weakness in the body, this is
the youth in you who wants to experience love. It is not to be suppressed but
to be experienced together. I'm here for a reason, someone sent me to see you
and get to know you. Don't be afraid, I'm not the one who came to frustrate and
force for something but to climb up you. My soul longs for your closeness, and
longs for the sympathizers to share together. Who will love us if we die
tomorrow? It is only possible for a living body to enjoy the awful love?
Let it all go — will you come near to me for a
moment.” The man held out his hand towards her. She stood motionless. She hid
behind a cloth lying nearby. He felt that she had forgotten the surroundings.
He raised and then moved towards her but she was slowly moved backward lowering
her face. The back wall interrupted her reverse journey. He noticed her
footsteps and approached warmly. Looking into those eyes, looking into her
lips, feeling the warmth of her breath, the scent of her body he reached to her
and the warmth flowed into the seven veins of both. Slowly he holds her
wax-beating hands into his own and pressed them upon his lips. She tried to
withdraw her hands. But he excitedly hugged her by bonding his hands in her
waist and kissed her with a close sticking to his body. She jumped up with
tickling and pushed him away. What are you showing? Go. It's dry enough here -
go away.
He turned and regained his sense of place and sat down in the chair. She stared away in a semi-conscious state and stood as if thinking of something. Restoring the courage Devan asked her; Your husband? "No," she replied. Devan's mind calmed down as if his thoughts had been relieved. What then? Why is that for you? Wait, I will make a cup of coffee for you to come here and helping. Drink it and leave the place. Don't hang around here anymore. It is dangerous. When she turns, a thousand thoughts went through his mind. She is a pearl of coral, she has a scent and a thirst in her heart. She is an emotional goddess with a thousand hopes in her mind. Her chubby cheek has a black beauty spot that enhances her charm. It's may not be enough even though lived together for life. She slowly approached Devan with a cup of coffee, and as she handed him the coffee he slowly asked her name. After some thought, she replied - Shruti Das. He told her that he is Devan and a Madrasi from Kerala. When he left, he whispered in her ear. I'll come tonight - if you want to kill me, kill me. I need your lap to sleep tonight. I'm going now; I will come night with sweets.
Her
heart pounded. After she got married, her husband did not even look at her face
with hope or love. She was brought here as an instrument. She cooked the food
and served him. She sniffed his bad smell in bed much time and automatically
got a baby. Now electricity flows through my body with his gaze and touch. He
has everything a man I wanted, or Kerala people have a special charm. As I was
getting closer and closer, it was not enough to have a berth with my head on
that chest. His wide hairy chest, strong arms, and narrow mustache forcing me
to fall upon him in mad love. I want to lie face down on that chest, but my
femininity forbids it. The soul and the body want to close with him. Didn't my body
vibrate for at least a moment when he stood near to me, and the whole body
wakes up? What a strong and courageous man; or come here so boldly and subdue
my mind. It is said that he will come at night, will he come. I do not know
what to do. My mind and body can't stop him. Me too like to lie on his lap and
enjoy that love enough.
Devan also made all the preparations. The best T-shirt I could think of was replaced. The expensive item bought from the town
applied all over. The mustache straightened. The barber corrected all his
tired hair. He prepared ready as like as a groom meeting his bride on the first
night. He already gathered some fruits and sweets from shops. He purchased
costly garments and ornaments for her were wrapped as a gift and set apart. He
retained some money also to give her.
He struggled to get to ten o'clock at night and
waited until everyone was asleep. When he was sure that everyone was asleep, he
shaped his blanket and pillow and put it inside the mosquito net as if he was
lying down. He made sure everything was safe and slowly walked out of the tent.
The cold mist and the half-obscured moon greeted him outside. He hid the
shadows from the guards and walked towards his girlfriend's hut carrying the
massed articles. The heartbeats increased. Something shocks the brave man
himself. His legs felt a little awkward and felt dizzy as he walked. Her hut
and its surroundings are shrouded in the cold moonlight. A small light flashing
inside the hut. Slowly, without leaving the soldier's attention, he realized
that she was alone in the hut and that the whole area was asleep. Making sure
there was no danger, he slowly opened the door and entered the hut. The sight
of him in the light of the twinkling lamp astonished Devan. Is this the girl
you saw this morning? A young girl who looks like a twenty-four-year-old who
covets anyone. The face and body glow, the mind is mesmerized by the fragrance,
and the atmosphere is breath-taking.
When she saw Devan, she slowly lifted her head
back on the bed like a lass. Why did you come? Didn't say to come.
He responded emotionally, my love, I miss you when do not see you and I could not do anything due to your appearance in my mind. And anywhere I see your figure in front. Do you know why I came to you tonight? I want to lie on your lap all this life. Nothing but I am a soldier, we only know to love, you do not see it differently. Look what I brought for you. He handed her everything he had taken, telling her to accept it. Hiding the joy and excitement in her mind, she moved to his side, "What is this, show me?" He showed her a dress that was more valuable than what was kept in the package, robbed her hands, and put it in it. He held her hands closed together and pulled her closer to him. He pressed his face upon her belly and passed a hot kiss. He does not know how long they stayed like that. She changed his face. Why did you buy all this at such a high cost? I am not one of you. Why do you love me so much? Or is it just love to see things through?
you’re wrong with me, my girl. I have seen so
many young women on this earth, but I have never touched anyone in my heart
yet. But I love you as much as I do. I want your love; don't say no. I want to
carry your memories in my heart forever. She served him the food she had been
caring for, and the two of them parted like young twins, and as he fed her into
pellets he saw her eyes fill, and tears stream down her cheeks. The man
realized that she had thought of something in some world. He wiped away her
tears, saying, "No, girl, this is crying." She took his hand and
pressed it to his face and licked it again.
After eating and waking up, they became like-minded in the hearth where they had lived as partners for years. Her cheeks flushed redder than ever. Devan knows that a girlfriend's agility is evident in everything she walks and looks at. He grasped her hand, slowly holding her close to the bed. She was in bed. Then he asked her to put on one of the clothes he had brought. No - I know what's on your mind, it's not going to happen, I'm going to wear it later and then raised and sat on a chair. He slowly approached her, knelt by pressed his face upon her plumping thighs, and hugged her waist.
She raised his face without resisting and
closed her eyes, clinging towards her body. They sat in an illusion world for a
long time. He lifted her face and placed it on his lap. Then he caressed her
face and the mesmerizing hair, and his fingers in her ears. She closed her eyes
and stared at him as if she had enjoyed it.
She changed her hands from Devan and asked him if it was true that he was not married. You have to put your hand on my head and say. He put his hand on her head and said, my gold is a hundred times true. You did not tell me anything about yourself. As a response she told; you listen, I was born into a good family in the next village where I went to college until PUC. At the age of eighteen, my parents went in search of a man and married him. He doesn't even know how to look at me. A person who walks with a stinking pan masala in his mouth and drinks without going to work. Somehow, I got a child. Many times, I thought about death but I live for my child. I still don’t know what a man’s love or caress is. Even animals love each other but he knows nothing. He disappeared one fine morning when he had no money to drink. My father and mother helped me for a while. Now they have to look after my younger below me. We were not very poor. I want my son to grow up and live well and I have no other desires. It's only been three or four days, but your masculinity and love carry you to me. I do not know how long you will be here. You have a future. Do not see me again. It should end here.
He stopped her lips by finger from saying more
and said you must have been my girlfriend in a previous birth. If not, how can
I get you here? I was born somewhere, you were born here too. No matter the
language, no matter the color, no matter the thought, the human mind and
emotion are the same. He held her close to him. I came to make you happy. Your
sorrows will be my sorrows from now on. He pressed his face middle of her
breast and moved his hands without boundary. She looked at him and remain like
a kitten. She felt the increasing heat in her body. The electric waves in the
body were propagated from the bottom to the hair.
The rooster crowed in some house. Devan came to a sense of place and time thought to arrive at the tent before dawn. If in doubt, everything will be collapsed. He awoke with the satisfaction of experiencing the hopes and desires of life. He touched the cheek of his beloved, who was in the throes of an unprecedented experience. He kissed her wet chest and asked permission to leave. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks and she hugged him. You are my God, and if you have another birth I will be born for you. She kissed him madly with tears all over his body. I will remember the experiences you gave me until my death. I don't want any more. You should get married and live happily. Don't waste time on this deadly fortune. If you are satisfied, go happily. These memories are enough for me to live. He was confused without words to tell her. Reluctantly – in half mind, he kissed her hands and returned to his rhythm. He was confused, not even knowing if everything that happened was a dream or a reality.
Got clear instructions from the boss. From tomorrow we will be in the new place. All arrangements for combat training have been made there. Everyone gets ready for tomorrow evening. Hearing the same a lightning thunder passed in his heart and thought to see her say goodbye. And if possible to repeat the warmth once more. That night he walked to her hut unhappily unlike, as usual, opened the door to say goodbye and entered inside. There was no one there, stumbling and calling, no answer. A small note was folded in a nearby chair and Devan noticed. It was written in obscure Hindi he read; Never rush me again. I'm going on a trip. I must atone for the crime I committed against you. Memories never die. Salam to my beloved. He felt his heart pounding but he turned around thinking that everything happening is controlled by fate, we desire and God decides. He returned with the burden of sadness. -0-
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