In Short...
The main protagonist of this story is a young
unmarried lady. She is in search of an
ideal 'prince', who would take her to the world
of desire,pleasure, liason and fun. And of course
she discovers him, though in her imagination.
The story mainly depicts many of her fantasy
lands that are based on her memory and the
conflict between reality and her strong imaginations. At last she becomes momentarily
frustrated, albeit overcomes it in her own way.
It is an effort to bind dicrete
imaginations into a strong, fast and engrossing
narrative with descriptions of nice sex as well
as trauma.
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4.
As they planned before she met Joy in the evening in front of a cafeteria. Joy looked smart in an indigo T-shirt. Orange did not wear orange. Instead she chose a pink top teamed with blue jeans. Both of them certainly appeared as a pair of happy young lovers to most of the passers-by. However Joy wanted to know whether she would like to shop at first. Suddenly she started sobbing making Joy bewildered at the crowded footpath. He looked around here and there and asked incompletely ‘what?’ Though he found it a chance to hold her into his arms, he just put his consoling palm on her right shoulder. She stepped back wiping her eyes, while Joy asked what she cried for. Joy looked at her bleary eyes. She described what she saw in the morning on the way to her office. Before Joy uttered any word of consolation, she became as steady as before and entered the cafeteria. They had coffee together. They shopped a lot. At last they caught a taxi to return home. Joy requested her repeatedly to come to his place. But every time she avoided this idea by saying something else. When Joy became impatient and tried to kiss her, she just gave a tight slap on his shaven cheek. He found it strange and kept looking at her eyes for a while with his confident-turned-despondent eyes. Even to his utter surprise she smiled as if his expression was really funnier than anything. He could not understand how to respond to this situation. He thought that he still should not loose his courage. So acquiring some courage he held her left hand and kissed thrice on the palm. She immediately stopped smiling and asked the driver to stop the car and got down leaving him puzzled again. Before he said sorry, she moved away catching another taxi. Joy called her over phone several times. But she did not pick it to reply. Then he called Nikita. Nikita is such a girl, who always loved to seduce men and most of her time she delved into the art of seducing. The way she speaks was quite appealing to men and when it comes to be Joy, immediately she increased the degree of seduction in her voice. Joy explained everything about how ‘rudely’ Orange behaved with him. Nikita consoled him by saying that Orange would definitely return to him and added, ‘Your lips are so cute. I know they can not be bitter.’ As was expected Joy got excited and declared that that was why he always felt an affinity towards Nikita some where within his heart and that he wanted to meet her right at this moment. She smiled as if she foresaw this and advised that Orange might feel bad. But desperate Joy replied from the other side that he had made enough effort so far to make her realize that he loved her more than anything in this world. But she never replied even negatively. ‘Probably she does not love you, dear and may be she does not want to go beyond friendship right at this moment’ said Nikita. Joy argued that he simply never understood the concept of good friendship since he always loved her and wanted to be close. He said that he even did not understand what is wrong in it if he wanted to sleep with her, though he could never ask her to have premarital sex. ‘Why didn’t you tell her?’ asked Nikita. ‘Because she is always irritatingly conventional’, said Joy. Nikita smiled like a chirpy bird and said probably he did not know how to seduce girls. She added like a good old teacher, ‘It is an art.’
‘Can you teach me?’ asked Joy with no delay and Nikita also never made mistake to understand the hint. She whispered, ‘Yes honey. I will call you when I have time.’ Joy begged to meet her at that night. She whispered again, ‘No honey, tonight I’ll be busy with my boyfriend. We never fail to seduce each other and he is crazy for me. We taste each other like chocolates. If any day I feel bored of him, I will call you, dear, to have some sizzling funs with lots of sweats and toils. Good night. Bye Bye.’
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