SHLOK'S THOUGHTS - MR.CHARACTERLESS - PAGE 8 UPTD - Page 4

Originally posted by: Neelum.drashti

what a nirmaish sweets filled OS☺️👍🏼

Originally posted by: .Natasha.

Nice update...

Shlok fighting with ants🤣

Originally posted by: sathuraj

Really a Naught OS deepa...

Shlok is too naught... My god deepa... I am speechless...

Shlok romancing Astha in another different ways...

Its a nice way of ending the Strange game...

The way u have wrote the fight with the Ants...Sooo Sweet...

Its sweets all around da...Shlok always get different ideas to attack Astha...Great..

End part is too hot my friend...Even u have used the netted saree to make it more romantic...

Wonderful writing...

Originally posted by: hp_2006

Really nice update yaar..👏👏

😉

Originally posted by: deepavasudev

no darling..the teasing.. actually... I feel like writing more and more POVS .. on this..

each and every angle or say.. the incidents.. makes me think.. so many things..simple but sweet..

lively and romantic..

hey thanks..good observatiosn Sathya.. the netted saree...

writing one more. . will say...thanks.

Originally posted by: niki795

Awesome update

OS - Mr. CHARACTERLESS.

Kids who cannot see Shlok as BAD BOY.. pl don't read this.. This topic has mature content ,18 and above pl go ahead.. kids below 18 Pl read at your own risk .

DJ,

Yes.. .. todays topic is about my Character.. you so called me Characterless and made me think for about 5 days as what to write and what about to write..

All know about the Character Freak and the Not so character Freak..So what do I really write on this..

I dint know...but made my mind surely I need to write on this topic..

So I squeezed as much as I can .. and writing this topic..

Character - Personality - Good Personality / Character & Bad Personality /Character.

The director already gave me a definition of my Character Shlok - Akdu , don't respect women before meeting Astha ,A disturbed past that too because of a gal,not so male chauvinist ,not heartless with others, but was heartless with Astha till I realised how much with full heart ,body ,mind and soul I loved her, a Cheater - married her for revenge, A Liar - Made /Staged situations to trap her and make her fall in love with me ,Torturer - tortured her by manhandling her internally and externally, Tormentor - tormented her dreams in sleep too, A pretender - Pretended in front of her and her parents and including my parents that everything was fine with us.. A Dream Shatterer- married a young gal, gave her dreams and finally broke the dreams of hers..A Dominator -where I feel that she should be under me and she doesn't have liberty even to think or utter a word..More like I wanted her to be a puppet and toy of mine , so whenever I gave the key she will dance as per instructions given, A monopolist - that I saw only me in the picture and dint want her, nor allow her to come in the frame, A sinister -I committed a sin , but dint accept that I did commit a Sin , finally I gave a name called as Revenge.. A Torturing Master -where she was the slave of mine ,I could do anything with her..

These were all my past days Character portrayal..They say Every dog has its day , All evil comes to an end, In the Gods court only truth wins and the lies fails ,The Lies which told to be true were all True lies after all.

She came in my life as the bird to be caged, but I did know that she was not the Vulutre , she was the Peacock where she was beautiful , danced when rain was coming with its feathers spread, Sang when rain was about to come , when the clouds became dark and doomed, she did fight with the serpent, her best friend was cock and she was Eshwars, love made Sons Vehicle ...She flew... not so high in the sky.. but to some level, reachable.. she came as the bird to be caged, but with her love and affection she changed my evil /decayed/ black soul into a pure white /transparent Elixir.So sweet and Subttle. Can Any human being be so kind and caring in this world .That she forgot and forgave me even when I dint apologise or feel sorry for what I did. How did she have so much faith or trusted me and my love. Though it was fake, she believed in her part of love and always had a PMA and thought I will change and come around her.. yes.. I guess destiny , I was bound to her for everybirth..the destiny made and fixed by God.. it started as a small fight for a small silly lie and finally ended up in a completely utter lie / cheated marriage and finally it ended up in a marriage of two hearts bonded for eternity and made for each other forever till we live and die.

I have now changed and become a complete lover boy, Like a puppy dog I was behind her all the time.I was giving her more attention then ever, any other male person in our home would have given for their wives. But my little minx all together took to another level where she started overriding me and taking me for granted and using the merits to all heights that nobody could imagine .yes.. I thought I have warned you so many times , that think before you utter or do anything's. Because words once spilled from mouth cannot be taken back and the words coming from the mouth, somewhere it is said by the soul in the heart to be delivered by mouth but decided by mind to be uttered or not. Finally it comes out.. So I take it as it comes from the heart with full conscience.

I did change though.. I was the lover boy.. chasing and talking about the bugs, bees and butterflies. Kisses and romance, Run and chase, Hide and seek , Pamper and Play, Cry and console, return back to innocence, forget past and relive as new in the current.. all I did..

But somehow you made me think or go and dwell in the other part of my personality by saying Mr.Character less, that too in a romantic Stranger / Stranger sequence.

But I think I want to do the romance stuff in a different style yes.. a different style ..

You know gal, how much that word had hurt me.. Character less is said generally for a person whose character , or way of living and leading a life is not correct.. Am I so dear. Again this gets connected with parents ,who gave us birth, who gave us identity , a status in the society , who nurtured us .. and nurturing till now.. You said that word and directly or indirectly hurting my family, that too my mom and MY GOD JAISA - DAD in the process. Was their paravarish not OK. Was my Dad not ok. How much ever I say don't utter or do any act relating to offending or affecting my Dad , you do the same thing..how many times to say you.. but you keep repeating the same.. Not sure ..how I want to handle this, this time..

They say every human has two faces or two sides.The Good one and the Bad one.

The Good one everybody knows.. yes.. I was the handsome , soft and sophisticated, when you are hurt also , I cannot see you wince in pain .When tears roll down from your eyes as if my world just shattered and I somehow try and console you and become a clown too leaving my ego aside to cheer you up.All these are because I love you so much that your innocent and idiotic acts too make you love more and more..and become inseperable.

The bad Side of my ..yes.. The Dominant, Animal,Male Chauvinist, the Arrogant,the care free, the aggressive,the tormentor .. yes the same characteristic features of me.. they remain somewhere in me.. Though I have changed I somehow not able to leave these features aside.. because all men have two things living inside him..

The good man and the bad man /mind.where the Man has a BEAST LIVING INSIDE OF HIM.. yes there is the animal living with in him.. it is not seen ..but sleeping inside somewhere..It will be released only when things go out of control ..yes gal your oneword of Mr.Characterless has awoken my BEAST - WHICH WAS SLEEPING TILL NOW.. IT IS AWAKE AND PLS BE READY TO BEAR THE CONSEQUENCES..

Readers Discretion advised : Mature content below.. kids below 18 pl refrain from reading.. pl read at your own risk.

Kids who cannot see The male lead in this character portrayal pl avoid reading.. Thanks..

Yes.. for this Stranger /Stranger track Im taking the character of ROWDY - THE ROAD SIDE ROMEO.. for my current track of married man to avenge the ego thirst, this would be correct.. I guess.

The Pakka Road side Romeo /Rowdy /Gunda /Mawali what ever could be named or called : Many would have written about me in this character ..but ..i think ..i want to take the standards bit high..so portraying Shlok in this way..

Yes.. the ROWDY..

Coming to the scene..

She said and went that I was characterless. .My mind started working on that immediately to prove her that I was really so called as she uttered.. which other face she had never seen till now.

Jo's wedding was going.. she was the damshell beauty I know.. I became a complete stranger from my side. I dint let my thoughts linger around her..I distanced myself, body , mind and soul that she is a complete stranger for me.

I saw her for the first time in the wedding.. She insulted me.. I wanted to take revenge on her. But how.my mind was tickling.. I scratched, squeaked and twisted my brain .. I did come to a conclusion..

She was beautiful..she was in the black saree.. the see through saree... when I saw her the first day..

I waited.. I was marking and analysing her.. and planning for taking her down.. The next day she came in White color saree during the engagement function. I was awe struck.

I wanted to pour acid on that beautiful face, so the scar or the mark will be a permanent mark on her reminding me that who I was and what for this happened. But I dint do so.. instead I put the rose water on your face.

I wanted to pull her saree and do the usual tapori act of teasing or ragging her.. I did pull the saree pallu and cornered her .She dint know how to respond. She covered herself in the top portion with the hands and started crying .. I wanted to torture her physically and mentally but not giving any serious pain..I wanted to give just a warning with the acts..

I wanted to do whistling and commenting on her and try bracketing her like all teenagers in the road, following her and giving a letter and rose and proposing her.. I did that too.. I pulled her to a corner and held her hands tight from back that I was manhandling her and made her see in this devilish eyes and gave a warning.. My hard handling , left a mark in her hand and the bruises scar are still reflecting..

I wanted to throw a rose on you. I did throw and hit on your spine.. you winced in pain ..because of the thorn tore your skin and it was bleeding.. I threw one rose.. but now I want to throw many roses so your skin would be torn in many places and on the whitish skin red spots like the pulka dots.. it will be like the black sky having stars as small holes..or the umbrella with the holes..if I see through it from down the umbrella will look as the dark cloud with many stars which are holes..The deer with the spots or the Dalmatian with the white spots.

I wanted to touch her in the house when all of them were around.. I did so.. I was looking at her continuously that she herself felt that the look was creating something with in her.. She called me and went alone to ask what was wrong.. I couldn't control my devils mind.. My hands went on to her hip pushing aside her saree pallu and squeezed her hip so badly.. her eyes started getting wet.. I dint give a damn.. I wanted to see her in pain..she struggled ..but dint wriggle.. she took everything..

Finally .. I wanted to carry her inside and mark her mine...in front of everybody.. I lifted her and went to our room .. infront of others..They dint say anything because none knew we were playing the stranger game..

I brought her inside the room and shut the door.. I dropped her on the bed.. Was my sexual urge or anything.. trying to tell something..or my sinistic or the SADISTIC MIND.. telling some thing else..

I wanted her to feel the pain slowly.. not once for all.. I wanted to see her in pain .. which was a warning..She knew something was cooking in my mind..did she cooperate.. not sure.. but could make out that she was ready to take ...

I dint utter a word..nor she did..She understood why I was behaving so..She dint want to cooperate but wanted to try and see the other side of me to..

I ripped her saree in one pull... She was in her blouse and petty coat. I tied her hands from behind.. I took a small cane and whipped her on her back.. I did have the cream with me... which was inside the drawer.. I whipped her four times..and she.. for two times...dint see a tear from her eyes.. but for the third one and the fourth one.. I did see her wince in pain..It gave me little bit pleasure.. But dint feel like continuing.. I immediately applied the cream and made her feel sensuous and she was... AROUSED... why... might be my touch or so. .or applying the medicine.. turned the pain into pleasure.. and aroused her feelings..

I kissed her.. and battered her lips very badly.. She was unable to hug me.. I enjoyed that.. and it gave me little bit pleasure.. I bit her lips.. I kissed her forehead, kissed on to the left cheek and the right cheek , I rubbed her ear lobes with my thumb just to make her feel more aroused.. was she.. yes.. she was aroused.. She went back wards and made herself settled and comfy standing behind the wall, and the wall being the support for her.. Still her hands were tied.. I dint want to untie those..

She was half way thru because of my continuous naughty works on her body.. I kissed her again and again passionately.. She wanted me to untie her hands.. I didn't.. I dint allow her to hug me..or touch me.. I crushed her hips tightly.. I untied her dori and unclasped the blouse too.. I bit her collar bone.. and started kissing her shoulders and came to her cleavage.. she was completely aroused.. my both the hands were doing the work of crushing and squeezing the parts.. my lips too.. not leaving a single second in biting or licking ...

My hard was on... he was very active from the beginning.. I rubbed my hard on her navel.. she was in tears.. but could bear ..it.. she dint please or plead.. I did want to do more.. I did .. I was playing with my hard on her navel and on hit on the core.. standing.. only..

She couldn't take it anymore.. she was all in full cloud nine pleasure.. aroused.. but couldn't cooperate since the hands were tied.. She couldn't enjoy.. finally she cried and pleaded that...

Pls shlok.. stop it.. I cant take it anymore.. pls stop it..Why are you behaving so..Are you a devil ..Are you beast..What has happned to you..

She winced in pain..internally that ..Can I be so.. Physically also.. that .. I can torture her in any way...She started crying and arguing and finally asking why I behaved so and asking for a justification... why I behaved so.. still this idiot dint get the answer..Why..What to do with this stupid gal.. I finally had to laugh...couldn't cry..because...what do I do with this ignorant child..that is what I felt..

Finally I untied her hands.. and went closer to her.. She dint push me.. She hugged me and cried.. and whispered only to my ears.. saying SORRY..why.. you are doing this I don't know.. but I do know that .. it is because of me.. you are behaving so.. Im really sorry..

I couldn't be like this BEAST any more.. I lifted her and went to the bed.. and was rubbing on her whipped place gently and softly.. it soothed her pain.. but she was now more aroused.. I think my fingers made her get into mood.. the TOUCH.. made wonders...

Was she mentally assaulted.. was she physically assaulted.. For me.. as a goodboy yes.. but as a bad boy no...for her.. what did she think..Was I even bothered or concerned to ask.. as a bad boy NO.. as a good boy yes.. but I dint ask..I could understand her pain without even telling..

Why this behaviour..WAS I A SADDIST? WAS I A MANHANDLER ?? WAS I A SPLIT PERSONALITY.?? WHAT AND WHO WAS I ??

I WAS THE DEVIL .. IN THIS DEVILS ADVOCATE, I WAS THE SOLE JUDGE, PRESECUTOR, WITNESS,DEFENTANT AND THE ACCUSED.. ALL WERE ME.. SO I CHANGED ROLES AND PRETENDED ACCORDIGN TO SITUATION AS HOW I SHOULD BE..

Finally.. I had to be true to my soul .. I cannot be this dirty boy anymore..

I consoled her.. I kissed her tears and cheeks.. I kissed her teary eyes.. She understood and she was actng as my medicine for this wounded or SADDISITIC SOUL THEN TOO..

I did apologise for this act and finally revealed THAT.. a CHARACTER LESS CAN BEHAVE SO...she understood and her eyes were in tear and fear... I hugged and cosoled her.. This was just a warning..so here after pls don't.. utter.. any nonsense..

She understood...

It took sometime for us both to compose and comeback to normal mode.. but as always they say..

LOVE CAN HEAL ALL WOUNDS, LOVE CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING, LOVE CAN MAKE THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE, LOVE IS FORGIVING AND FORGETTING..

YES ,.. we are those love birds.. who will go to any extreme ...but finally come to the nest.. in search of the partner.. as WE ARE BODY , MIND AND SOUL INSEPERABLE..

These are my thoughts.. will I be able to do it ..not sure.. that day will come.. I cannot see my Astha in pain.. so this remains in this diary or my memory as the thought..

EOS ..