Ashlok SS-Dreams of a Sculptor & Sculpture- chp 13 - 28/5/15 uptd - Page 2

Originally posted by: Waheedaralli

so good .please continue soon.

hi poornia.. thanks..will update the second part tomm..

Originally posted by: sreekailas

I am speechless.. I donno y, im feeling lyk im drowning into some breathable liquid..its calm n yet... Dats d feel u conveyed to me through this chapter..amazing theme..well-written!!

anju... I will continue this as a FF.. very soon ..thanks dear..

Originally posted by: bm11

Res

oye..u hvnt unresd yet..

Originally posted by: deepavasudev

oye..u hvnt unresd yet..

Oh my😆

Originally posted by: bm11

Oh my😆

just kiddin ..

Chapter 2 :

Note :

Im touching this OS after long time. Im planning to convert this to SS. Don't ask why ?might be I want to try my hands in Love and romance too.. funny I know..but what to do.. EBP makes me think , to do all sorts of thinking.. try out new concepts.. This was started with that view only. Im experimenting..

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Story : Chap 2 ..

Shlok was wriggling in cold . His body was wriggling ,but his mind was still breaking with the thoughts of her ...Her painting ..The face in the canvas..The cute little Angelic face, strandles of hair covering her one eyes.. the dovey, hazel brown eyes, the cremmish , glazy skin.. the tiny ears.. the sharp nose.. the big fore head..to cover her extra open space strandles of hair cut and left in the front to coverup the empty vast forehead.. a small pearl earing called the stud stuck on her ears.. the Lips.. more like a fishes lips.. always trying to inhale and exhale oxygen inside the water.. flapping its gills.. her lips too , were quivered.. withered.. The Lips if maintained might be ,it will be more like luscious ,soft Luchi.. Sour , white and jellish and soft.. melting and tasty and jells off from hand very fast..

The eyes though hazel , why the brownish color had white color as tears and yellow color as the burning flames and red as the message of NEEDS , WANTS, DESIRES.

Where these Needs , wants and desires connected to herself, her personal needs , wants and desires or relating to Demand and Supply.Why Demand and supply..Im here talking about the people living under the below margin income level, economics, utility theories. Based on income our life has to be woven. Our life is there till we live.. But for survivial we need to plan according to he income.. Earn and spend and live a life according to the amount you have.

Her eyes to were saying the same message. First think about her family and then think about her self.. She was never selfish.Always she thought about her family..her mom , her sisters and brothers.

Shlok was searching for his inspiration to start his life afresh.But seeing his anguish eyes, was he able to figure out the jigsaw puzzle about her and the mysteries which were waving in it..

In a day or in a meeting , anyone cant know about a person.There is a saying though, it takes a life time to understand and figure out human mind.All are not perfect. We live life and start understanding each other over a period of time.

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Days passed.. A week or so..

Shlok was still puzzled about the inner volcano burning in him.He felt happy , like wise he left bit of jittery thing eating his mind and tummy.

The eyes.. of the old pictures.. yes the eyes of her ..Swathi was haunting him day and night like the demon stuck to the walls of his well furnished rich room.He felt as if she was watching him like a shadow all the time.

I guess that is love.He was in sincere love with her Swathi... He always thought, spoke, breath ,lived a life for her , about her, and forever for her.. But fate did play a role here. She was out, but the eyes dint leave his drugged memory.

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He was now obsessed with Astha's paintings. When he feel in love with those hazel eyes he dint know. The mystery was the inspiration for him to move on in life. He dint bother , that the eyes belonged to somebody else..Meaning the owner of the eyes was Astha.And he falling for those beautiful eyes, he dint take any permission, he dint ask nor seek..he fell in love.. he fell in love.. he fell in love.. with ...

HER ..OR HER EYES ??

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She was coming to the Studio on a weekly basis. During day time she was in the store. In the evening hours , when Shlok was in the studio, she would step in .. finish her posing time and would be out in no time.

They both maintained silence. His work was to see, feel and depict the same with colors and paints and ceramics..Hers was to give the required emotions , what he asked for ..

Did he ask for anything ?. I guess ,people who have come out of pain or lived their life or who have become matured in mind , seen life to the fullest, without uttering a word , can understand what other one wants to say or what they feel, before even they try to spill. Experience of life.

Astha too, she dint give him a chance to blurt. She understood what he wanted from her,and depicted all the emotions in her body ,in her soul , in her mind and thru her eyes..He was doing abstract painting. He dint want to do the modern painting or the traditional painting.

But after seeing her every day .. now for sometime, his abstractive mind , when it started fluttering to make a painting of the traditional kind , he dint know.People would fly for modern , expose painting, but he was going in reverse. He liked and loved about that. All work is not for commercial purpose. Some do it for pleasure and happiness and the content and joy which they relish by doing..he was one among them and she was the person , who he dwell on for his joy..Joy and happiness of crafting, etching, carving a new being, a new thing, a new life for him , for her, in paper of canvas or in form of clay and puddle as a statue, which was stone or feeling less ,but with the depicted emotions trying to make that they too had a life..

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It was after some weeks.. It was drizzling that day..she came from office direct to the Studio.She was in a white Churidhar. An angel wet in the rain, that's what he thought after seeing her drenched avatar.

Her hair slightly wet , and some drops of water on her face ,dripping , her dress wet and stuck to her petite body, her dupatta, completely drenched in rain, her sandals not letting her stand nor walk properly.He had fun.He smiled and let her go and change.

This was the outward thought of his mind.Inside his mind, some thing was burning...Some thing was on fire. He couldn't take his eyes of her. He saw that curvaceous body, the frame of her hour glass figure and the wet white churidhar , clinging on to her frame , the drippling watery face, it set his HEART IN FIRE .. for seeking warmth from her chill , cold ,wet ,warm body .. He couldn't take his eyes of her.

She noticed all these from the corner of her eyes.. She went for a change. He was with his spectacles and his cotton kurta, with smoke in his hand. He was sitting in on a tall stool , in front of the big canvas stuck on the stand. She came now outside the room.

Her hesitancy of wearing clothes of his choice now reduced. She now wore the clothes what he gave her for the painting purposes. Today was a white satin cloth ,to be wrapped around her ..the satin cloth was to be held by her hands near her cleavage..

When did she become so bold, so vibrant.When did she grow so matured.When did she become very outspoken of her traditional thoughts,she herself was surprised. Why ?

I guess people get adapted to the situation and get used to the work , after certain period.This modelling job was a work / a part time profession for her.She did her job very dedicated.

She was nervous for some reasons.. Underneath her dress or the material there was absolutely nothing.. She was asked to sit on the stool there .. She sat .. She was asked to look to oneside ,where a small lamp was burning..it was dark .. only the white satin material ,clinging on to her body and the small light from the flames of the lamp lit was lightening the brightness on her face.

He was smoking and with a two days beard with spectacles on his face, was swimming deep in her thoughts and capturing of the image in his mind and started putting the thoughts as strokes in the canvas..

Her body starting from face till the shoulders above her cleavage was open..The cremmish skin so glossy and shining.. like the glaciers.. the white satin cloth which was long tied around her..Her both the hands holding in the centre, right above her breasts, so safely with tight grip, looking at the lamp and the light , her hair left in the open to freely flow like a river on her flawless skin which touched till her hips.. She was the white crane or the flamingo or the white swan in the white transparent river ,where the moon came out in the dark sky and the moon light and the moon shadowed in the open blue lake ..May be he thought or imagined so..

She was looking at the light from the lamp.. she was sitting like a statue.. She was the statue..From some where a small firefly came. Was it the firefly or the moth.It was near the lamp.She dint move nor shake. Her eyes still fixed on the light. The moth left the flame and came near her.It sat on her face, she dint wriggle for long.finally a sting left by the moth on her face, she wanted to yell of pain, but dint..She was still like the stone.

Thin drop of blood , flushed out from the stung portion. The artist, who was painting her , who was dwelled and swimming, found something different now on her face. The thin red line ,falling from her cheek ,right below her eyes.. he thought may be it is blood from her eyes..

He couldn't stop the work..With the blood thin streak of line falling from her cheeks, she stood still and he depicted all in the canvas including the red line in her face..

After the depiction of the balancing colors, she was released .. he too finished the painting..They both dint talk anything..finally , she went inside to change.. The white satin long fabric .. while moving out got stuck in the stools legs..

She dint realise , She went a head and saw that something was or somebody was pulling her long fabric from behind.she lost all her senses and turned to slap Shlok for his act. But to her astonishment none was there.. Shlok turned from his seat from the sudden whisper in the big empty room.. to her and his dismay and shock, her hands which were holding the white satin dress fell down..

His eyes settled now on the LOVING LADY BARE STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM, WITH THE POOL OF WHITE SATIN 5 YARDS MATERIAL FALLEN DOWN LIKE THE WAVES FROM THE SEA.. his mind was stuck. His heart stopped beating. She was in a shock. Her eyes settled on his eyes, which were looking at her body .. her ..she the statue.. Her mouth formed a perfect O.. and eyes widened..

Both in shock..The moth came now and sat on his hand.. and bit and left..he squealed in pain.She came running to him to sooth the pain .. With the fabric around her or not around her...

We will see in next chapter..

Chapter 2:

me second🤗
you started it in July...😳 you wont believe i just read its 1 chap now (just going through old stories)
after finishing 1st chap i wondered ...would you ever continue it or not😔... and TADDA..🥳 you updated at same moment 😃 OMG So Happy😃

Deepa...thank god you did not continue then... so now you have decided to make it SS that too Romantic one😉 Aahaan😳 and you kept your words as IT WAS HOT☺️... so perfect update even after long break👏

LOved the scenario and you described Aastha'z beauty really well 👍🏼 just loved it.

OMG ... end was ☺️ she dropped that satin cloth accidently😲 and Shlok is all

that moth part i loved where moth bit aastha and in last on shloks hand to bring him in his senses 😆

Deepa... 🤗Loved the Update
Thanks for updating😳

Hi deepa

Thanks for pm:)both the ch are just too good:) continue soon :)deepa