hellraiser

How about making stories... check this out... if you like this story or want more stories reply back on guptavix[at]gmail.com Here she comes. She looked as pretty as ever, the dapper young Aarti flaunting her dappled décolleté dress passed Harsh. She was holding a dainty cup which she has just bought. Alas she fell down. Her clothes were daubed with mud. There was a delirium of what she should do. Harsh got a chance to dally and offered help. He debunked her theories that she was careless and that’s why she fall, rather blamed the excessive declivity of the slope. He offered help. She had first demur the idea of going to his home which was nearby but agreed as she came over her mental delirium. He defrayed her cup’s ( J I don’t know why ) Bill and started walking with her down the street. It was a rather romantic autumn weather. Leaves from the trees have defoliated. With his deft fingers he rubbed off the little mud she got near her lips. Harsh was maintaining a perfect demeanor towards her. Aarti was demure in the way. Becoming a perfect source of demotic entertainment, she was turning demoniac and demented. She deign with horror. She has deified the Harsh room to some temple as this would only save her from the denigration. She deplored over her behavior as she has earlier objected to come with Harsh. She descries herself in the fall mirror. She despised the paint that has smeared his dress and due to which her hairs have turned red. Face was luckily not daubed. Even the paint could not dare to desecrate the sanctity of her beauty. She wondered what else could have happened due to the derelicts like the one in Bar. She tried to forget all this and looked through the dormer to find a diorama of natural beauty. She could see the dinghy coming through the river. By dint of luck Harsh had got a chance. To her dismay, he started a diatribe. He started giving off a didactic lecture on how anyone needs to be attentive. He dilated the whole subject to a meaningless long time in his din noise. Her head drooped. She was feeling so weak as if already a dote with dotage. Harsh asked her to be comfortable. She laid with the dorsal back on the couch. She looked drabbed and dowdy. She felt downcasted Harsh put on the dulcet songs of enigma. He dissuaded her from making any noises and divest herself of clothes and have his shirt for the time he get the clothes washed. She became disconsolate, discombobulated and discomfit. She first dissented but distraught by her looks she agreed to doff her clothes. Dispirited she moved to the privy to take bath and change clothes. She behaved like dolt and doused in the bath tub. She dowsed herself with water. Mud dripped off as dross material. She could see the dregs of mud lying near the bottom of the tub. A draught of air from the window gushed and she shivered. When she had done the drudgery of cleaning herself up she donned the shirt given by Harsh. She behaved no more like dolt. A doggerel theme of enigma was running through her mind. With only shirt on her, her lower half had been divulged. Harsh was waiting outside in doldrums. He became distrait as she came in. The droll Harsh dissimulated to be relaxed. He started a formal discourse and droned to lighten the situation. Harsh blurted out that he has been demented, the day he had seen her. She felt as if suffering from dyspepsia and dysentery. She now wondered all the feelings that were coming to her were not one-sided. . Their disparate thinking were now no more dissident. She came close and osculated him intensely. ---------------------------X-----------------------------------X-----------------------------------