Living With The Harshavardhan Bharadvaja-Part V

She angrily left Bharadvaja Mansion and in huff she only saw two young boys in backyard playing squash. She called Gargi from a PCO and said her she wanted to come to Kolkata. And Gargi send her tickets of next flight only. And coming to Palki to Kolkata told her whole story how she was abducted from her wedding and rest. But Gargi gave her shock of the century that “Pallo, it was me and Bharat who told your all details to Harshavardhan Jiju, and yes I was one of the actors in all this. I’m sorry. Pallo I think you were happy. That’s all I’m again sorry.” She felt like what she should do because the only person she trusted in whole world is saying that she was in the plan of her life’s betrayal. But in week or two, she understood that Gargi loves her like hell and will always remain hers. But this time was also that when Harshavardhan landed in Kolkata and did all to convince her but in disdain.

But he was also determined to get apologies from her so he use to daily send flowers to her house and with that a letter. And as habituated in her anger she uses to throw away the flower basket. Such was one day when she threw away the basket of flowers outside the window knowing that he was there till now. It was this time Gargi interfered and said “Pallo, I know he hasn’t being very good with you and that you are even angry with me for helping me. But can’t you just read this letter and yes there is again a bouquet for you. Like always the same your favourite red roses. And pls forgive him as you did me. Pallo, I see you suffer more than him.” The letter it was send to her with every bouquet but she never opened it. One day, she just somehow opened the letter.

Living With The Harshavardhan Bharadvaja-Part IV

Part 4

This one year also brought many passionate moment between them. It was one day nearing dark when it was like storm in making and so Palki was upstairs in terrace to take up the clothes as she knew the tempers of Harsh and even that it was only her who would be screwed even for clothes. She was there struggling with saris and dhotis as she had never in her life had seen such long garments and that too in storm it became more complicated and with light drizzle it was making it slippery.  With clothes flowing all over and she helplessly running after them, she felt tired. Just then she felt a masculine figure, she got consciously recollecting herself as she knew that with Harsh’s nature it was difficult to even talk to anybody as he will explode on her and she use to love his possessive and jealous streak a lot . She was about retiring so when she was turning she saw Harsh standing with his hands flown apart and enjoying the rains, she first time saw some genuine happiness in his face. He was inattentive about someone’s presence so she decided to quietly leave when she felt a pull and in a second she was in his arms, he was looking at her excitedly, she had already got wet and her clothing sticking to her body and then for first time he pulled her face to his face and kissed her passionately and wildly and during kissing he pulled her to his strong figure and felt some impliedly acceptance from her as neither  he or she ever knew when she melted into his passion, so he took her in his arms and  resting her in their room, he gently closed the gate and then he came close to her and then kissing her wet waist, and let her thin cummerbund go and similarly opened her bangles and while kissing her ears took away the earrings with his kiss and then even opened her necklace and then suddenly he took off  her wet peacock blue saree and started passionately kissing her all over , she felt something very shy at first but was enjoying it. She felt like earth over which the first rains is exploring. Then he may have understood her embarrassment so slowly covered both of them with bed sheet and then he opened his yellow kurta and his jeans and her deep green blouse and lingerie.

Then for rest of night he explored her soft and naked body over which lied neither passively nor excitedly but as his body is a part of her existence and in all these it was Palki who was enjoying the most and specially when after fierce love-making, he just rested near her possessively holding her with his left hand and is right under his head. With her bare back covered with her long black hairs and his fingers playing with them.

Slowly he started drumming her bare back than she reddened up to fullest as playing with her back, he again started a fierce session of love-making and with her bare breasts getting crushed his strong masculine chest, she felt like a long lost dream getting fulfilled, she wanted to scream and ask for more as for her it was like the best feeling of the world which she never wanted to end, it was like heavenly nectar which she wanted more and more. At this moment she couldn’t understand how can she want and yet fear same person. This night also cleared   any doubts of Harsh that either Palki loves him or not. He could clearly guess with her reaction that she wanted more and more of him and the passion in her eyes are only for him.

For her this moment was like even more heaven, she felt like complete and like that over years she had just yearned for this night, on the other side he felt like he was her existence system and it was all which made him believe that she was the one.

The next morning when Palki woke she found that both of them were still lying bare and close. She was sleeping on one arm of his which was entwingled with open hairs on her back and with other hand he was closely holding her near to him. And she had being sleeping fitfully covered up to her breasts with bed sheet and strands of her hairs and only her mangal sutra was on her body and her right hand under his body and left over her chest. She was blushing profusely and then she tried to get out from bed and search for her clothes when she heard Harsh’s groaning and she pretended to be asleep. He opened his eyes, removed some strands from her face and kissed her forehead and was back to land of slumber. That night not only gave them immense physical pleasure but provided them with much more degree of mental security and happiness.

Living With The Harshavardhan Bharadvaja-Part III

Part 3

That day something happened which changed the philosophy of Harsh regarding Pullomi or now Palki and it also made Palki believe that somewhere under his coconut shell he had a heart as soft as ice-cream.

He forced Palki that day to broom store room, but when she refused he got very angry so ultimately knowing nature, she didn’t have much options so she started brooming. It was then due to high quantities of dust her asthma exaxirated and after coughing for a while. She fainted over there.

She was 7 when first, her asthma was detected, and this news was with only with her sister as both sisters never shared that with anybody. It was Harsh when passing from room, he saw her fainted and took her to their room. After getting there, he called up doctor which he kept in safety basis. He just said “Harshavardhan Sir, I am sorry, but I have to say that you shouldn’t have done that as Mam suffers from acute Asthma problem and the cleaning room that lead to the fact of her attack. She’s in a critical stage can’t say till how much time it would get cured as she needs her regular asthma pump for that.” and he left. With his leaving he called Bharat and screamed at him “Bharat you forgot to tell me that she had asthma problem. She is now critical. Pls connect me to Gargi, I think it would be only her who knows what should be done.” It was the moment which cleared the doubts as it was Gargi and Bharat which told Harshavardhan every detail of Pullomi. Gargi just said in between her sobs “I’m sorry jiju, I forgot this point. You open her handbag, it centre jip you will find a secret pocket where a small asthma inhaler is kept. Just give three single shots of that to her and in half an hour later repeat if she isn’t breathing normal. And I’m once again sorry.”

Harsh this moment felt bad that he burnt all her things but just then he remembered that two days ago a new suitcase came. He opened that for his luck he found an exclusive Dior bag and he found her inhaler. He took that and gave her three shots and after that he found that she was almost normal. And half an hour later he was repeating the process when he found that she came to conscious, she gently took her inhaler in her hand from his and just said “Thank You, without this I would have died.” Harsh didn’t say a word and went out but inwardly he was broken, as much as she was from that incident. Sometimes the tough love between them got tougher for both of them and it was this moment that they realised they can’t change each other and they will remain the way they are who will always hurt each other.