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dear readers,
this time I have tried to write a story from paro's point of view. and this is my version of paro, who is made of same flesh and blood as we are of. she also imagines, dreams. and responds to rudra's attractiveness and succumbs to physical passions and desire. I refuse to imagine her as a christian saint,always afraid of her sexuality. she is innocently adventurous,demurely bold and passionately curious, about this new awakening of feelings in her mind and body regarging rudrr. she is to me, the mythological goddess Parvati who also an innocent virgin maiden, never felt shy to express her love and desire blatantly towards Mahadev ! so,as i hav said, it is my POV, feel free to differ !
Piya bawari : [ part 1]
How can he even ask me something so downright revolting ?
i said i could go to any extent to prove my innocence to earn his forgiveness...and I was honest,I would have happily laid down my life at his feet...i would have happily bestowed myself to him ... all he had to do was ask . and yet what did he ask from me ? marry that slimeyball with toad eyes and greasy fingers whose mere mention gives me repulsion...and be gone from his house,from his life forever.this is my only way to rise again in his eyes. Liar ! big fat liar ! oh ok in his case, tall, masculine liar ! if he is that eager to get rid of me, why his eyes are so mournful while saying that? he eyes always contradict with the nonsense he speaks,I have noticed that long before...i was foolish when i thought that he would really burn my vilaage to death if i dare to commit suicide... ... he never ever harms an innocent man, he only said that to prevent me doing something absolutely foolish.Oh how he had startled me on those initial days at that dreadful chamber, with his frightning aggresive moves, his thunderous voice and his wide fiery eyes but now I know they were pantomimes, meant to frighten me into submission,never to hurt physically.
I have learnt to face and challenge him nd heck, even beat him if I am lucky in this peronal game of ours.And see, he has become somuch addicted with it he immediately comes off with a new one,bearely giving me time to catch my breath.same now,again! marry sumer or be off from this haveli.Marry sumer, my foot ! .I have made my resolve...neither I will move out of his house nor from his life.Yes, if he is muleheaded, I am too ! hey bholenath, yeh maare sath kya horaha hai...I never knew I could be so obstinate, so brave before meeting him...it must be his bad influences rubbing off me... '' jallad kahika''!I blush unknowingly as I guess he actually enjoys being called jallad. Even on that mehendi night he was mischievous enough to ask If I would prefer a ''J'' imprinted in my palm instead of his ''R'' .Even a few months before a mere bad dream used to frighten me senseless, now when the reality is as scary as the worst of nightmares, I hav the gall to laugh and plan to turn tables at him !! Have I turned mental really ? I stare at my refection across the mirror who smiled at me encouragingly. yes, I will fight...I will force him to forgive me because I have done nothing wrong, and I definitely shall not marry sumer...i will do with my life whatever pleases me,marry whoever I wish to...Whom will I marry?, I asked to my reflection playfully. Ofcourse him, who has bottomless pools in place of eyes,proud gait, who has fingers of an artist yet grip of an ironclasp, he who shares shivji maharaj's name...huh ?? what am i thinking again ? whom am I dreaming to marry ? No,no,no. I am thinking of nobody particular.and ofcourse not of him. Him matlab R U D R A !
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