PaRud SS: The Curse of the Dusk Chapter:3 (pg4)&4(pg6) Updated

It was the three shades of dusk which announced the closing
time of our Super General Store every day., and 'That' day was no special.
Every staff had already left and I was just checking the accounts when a man in
a police uniform entered the shop and started scanning the whole shop for
something. The look in his eyes told me he was searching for something
precious, but what precious could possibly be sold in a common super market?</font>

Saheb, It is closing time. Come tomorrow if you need
anything.' I said, trying to conceal my nervousness.

'Shutup! Is there a fir exit or any other place to hide?'

'Wh-What are you
saying? Who are you? I'll call the police, Don't dare come near me.' I stuttered
when he started closing the distance between us.

'Dekh Chhorrii, mhaare
paas tame na hai thaare se gossip karan vaaste. So just show me a place to
hide for some time. Got it?' his voice thundered, irritation visible in it

('Look girl, I don't have time to chit-chat with you. So just show me a place to hide for
some time. Got it?' his voice thundered, irritation visible in it.)

I pointed a narrow way leading to the store room followed by
a small hidden room which was supposed to be my resting room. He silently hurried
to that room while mouthing a small thankyou along with a note- ofnot
mentioning about him to anyone.

I returned back to the counter which was to be shifted
inside the store when two men with faces covered my colorful handkerchief entered
inside the shop.

'Rey, Chorrii kisi police waale ko jaate dekha hai?' one of
them asked.

('Have you seen any police inspector passing by?' one of
them asked.

'No. But what happened bhaiya ji?' I asked pretending to be
engrossed in counting the no. of coca-cola bottles in the carton.

'Nothing. Don't tell anyone we were asking for him.'

'Ji.' I nodded in positive.

Without any understanding
of the situation I decided to inform the Saheb about the goons who had come. Dropping the shutter and
locking it from inside I went back inside, into the resting room where I found
him standing with his back to me. It was at that moment I realized that he was
the son of Prasad Chacha whom once I had caught being physically intimate with
Keertana chachi, the widow of Neeraj chacha. Keertana chachi lived with her
husband in our neighborhood. But her husband passed away during a major heart
attack. Prasad chacha and his family were also a resident of our village from
the time I don't remember.

I was 18 when I had witnessed that obscene event mistakenly.</font>

A blush crept up my cheeks when a flashback of those events
played inside my brain and I became too conscious of the situation of Saheb and
me being alone in a room. Adjusting the dupatta which was slipping down my
shoulders, I said

'Those goons are gone Saheb. They were asking for you.'

He turned to face me and hmm-ed in response. 'Thankyou' he
said and left from the fire exit leaving me all to myself; my heartbeat
touching the sky, goose-bumps all over,
I could actually hear the Dhak!Dhak!Dhak!
in my ears.

At the age of 20, agirl is exposed to the ocean of youth. What happens when a village girl Paro hitsthat age and meets the deliciously bonze colored-appealing- police man Rudra duringa dusk of a summer. Will she be spared from the Curse of The Dusk?

To know more, keep
reading this space.

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P.S- The story will have a different village back drop and the characters except Paro and Rudra Will be different. Sorry if I hurt anyone's emotional attachments with the serial


Love,😳
Juliet

keep going, this seems quite interesting. Buddied you btw.. so looking forward to reading more. :)

Originally posted by: prabha.abha

Nice waiting

thankyou😳

Originally posted by: rupao21

keep going, this seems quite interesting. Buddied you btw.. so looking forward to reading more. :)

thankyou🤗

Dear Reader,
Chapter - 2 of The curse of dark is here.
Please do tell me what do you think about it. Negative feedback is also welcomed.
translation is given in purple color.

P.S.- Please check the the important note after this post.
Thank You
Love,
Juliet😳
..CHAPTER-2..

After the encounter with Saheb and those goons at the shop, I was finally back to my abode. But as soon as I entered the house, my mother who visibly seemed disheveled asked, 'What took you so long?' .

'Actually, when I was closing the shop, Saheb came in and asked me for a place to hide; it seems some goons were following him.'

'How many times I have told you not to indulge in these Khatar-naaak situations. And who is this Saheb?'

'Arey nothing was dangerous Ma. You don't know Saheb? Prasad Chacha's son, jo police-wala ban ke ghummae sae.'

('Arey nothing was dangerous Ma. You don't know Saheb? Prasad Chacha's son, who is a police inspector.')

'Oh! Rudra? Such a nice boy he is. You know when Meenu's husband tortured her, Rudra came to her rescue. Meenu's filthy husband, such a powerful person he is; still Rudra managed to get him into jail for 7 years. '

'Really?' I asked wide-eyed.

'Aur kya! he is so padha-likha. He has 'The Degree' from 'The City'.' my mother sighed with a dreamy expression.

THE DEGREE from THE CITY was the most prestigious degree that was offered to only those who were extra-ordinary and awesome in all senses, or that was what all the villagers thought.

Having done B.Com. myself, I too was considered padhi-likhi in the village but not as much as Rudra. He was The God; in all senses. (If you understand what I mean)

With a toned torso which was quite visible from the uniform he wore and a moustache along with stubble gave him the look of a sexy ruthless police-wala. The girls who were my friend went gaa-gaa over him when he had torn off his shirt during a fight with a criminal once. His taut muscles and abs were more efficient than a po*nographic movie ever could be. Every girl fantasized him. Every girl, except me. For, I had never seen him before today.

After completing all the house-chores, I went back to my room and went in front of the mirror. The saree I was wearing was no good. I wondered what he would have thought when he had seen me - 'This girl? who don't have a dressing sense, I have to hide in her shop. Oh no!.' Or maybe he had not thought anything at all and I was just making it up. Whatever I was thinking was making me sound more crazier, so I went to open the small closet that I had for myself and started picking out all the sarees that could be considered elegant. Most of the ones I had were either for some wedding occasions or the ones I wore on daily basis, except one. The one I had never worn before. The one which was the most beautiful shade of red with the typical multicolored jaipuri-print-leheria all over it. It was simple yet elegant, but the only problem was, it had blouse which was almost transparent and skimpy. Which my mother would never allow me to wear. I changed into that saree and went to stand in front of the mirror and the reflection I saw was the more beautiful, more ethereal than I ever was. The blouse had very small sleeves and displayed almost all the wide expanse of my chest region slightly showing cleavage also. The entire back was gone except for a strip which was keeping the whole blouse in its place. The way I draped the saree gave it a neat and clean look with all the pleats well tucked. I wondered, what Saheb will say when he sees me like this and my sleep was eluded for the night.

The next day I went to the shop according to my daily routine, wearing a green saree with a black-printed border. I was about to open the shutter when a deep husky voice from behind said, 'Here, let me help you.' And the shutter which was just 2-3 inches above the ground, fell on my feet. There he was, the Greek God horrified at the view of my bleeding feet. I don't for how long I was staring him open-mouthed when I felt the pain stinging in. 'Ouch, Aah!' I whispered.

'Finally?' he giggled.

'What?' I asked confused.

'After five whole minutes of blankness, finally you are feeling the pain; Your reflexes are weak. Too weak.' he laughed at his statement.

'I .. actually.. no...Aaah..' I stuttered.

'Wait. Sit down. I'll open the shutter and then I'll take you inside. Till then you can continue with your aaahs and ooohs.' mischief visible in his eyes.

While he was opening the shutter all I could do was gaping at his taut muscles which his short sleeved uniform displayed.

'You are quite a bearer.' he said.

'Huh?' I asked, clueless again.

'Nothing. Go back to your dreams while I escort you inside.' He smiled.

He bent to my height and carefully place my left hand at his left shoulder all the way touching his collar and neck. Slowly he helped me getting inside and made me sit on the chair. 'Sit here while I call the doctor, Ok?'

'Ok.' I paused, 'But what were you doing here today, in front of my shop?'

'I just came to thank you for yesterday.' he said with a confused expression.

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While the doctor was dressing my feet, a sharp pain shot inside my whole body starting from my feet and tears of helplessness made their way on to my cheek. I tried consoling my mind not to cry but I guess it out of its mind and more tears spilled out of my eyes.

'Shh.. It will be over soon.' said the Greek God (GG) trying to soothe me by stroking my back up and down. His hand touching my blouse first and then my little bit exposed skin. I felt as it hurricane was churning inside the pit of my stomach and the ecstasy I was drowning in was too delicious to lull me to a sweet sleep. But I forced my whole body to stay awake for the sake of my sanity. I was literally relaxed when the both the doctor and GG were done with what they were doing; a small disappointment running shooting through my veins.

'So, you want tea or anything?' GG asked after the doctor left.

'No, my father will come here at 10 o' clock. He'll take care of me. You can go back to your duty.' I smiled whilst saying all this crap.

He checked his wrist watch and said, 'It's 9:40 now. We still have twenty minutes in hand. Let me grab two masala teas for you and me.' With this he hurried out of the shop to find a nearby tea shop.

Awaiting your response. :)

Important Note: Due to very few response to this ff, I've decided to make it a SS and wrap it up withing 8-9 parts.
Sorry for the inconvenience. 😕🤔
love,
Juliet

I like where this is going, my mind is slowly adjusting to the differences from the serial.. But still, I like where this is going. You write well but this did seem a bit short to me.. Only because I'm eager to know how those twenty minutes were spent. Looking forward to reading more about their future encounters. Although I am a bit curious as to why Rudra is a tad too interested it seems in Paro ;p

Originally posted by: rupao21

I like where this is going, my mind is slowly adjusting to the differences from the serial.. But still, I like where this is going. You write well but this did seem a bit short to me.. Only because I'm eager to know how those twenty minutes were spent. Looking forward to reading more about their future encounters. Although I am a bit curious as to why Rudra is a tad too interested it seems in Paro ;p

I am so glad, u liked it. 😳

read both parts today, it was lovely.

You should continue dear. Send PMs to those who liked the post. Thats how new writers will find their way in the forum. Eg, devdasisingh, rupa...