This is the second part of the picnic flashback.
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"Stop Bondita.... I said stop..."

"Whyy?? Aren't children meant to run on picnics?"

"Yaa... But enough now... Please Shona... Listen to me... Stop..."

"Make me stop... Barrister... Barrister babu... Make me..."

Anirudh ran, his feet kissing the land, chasing his dear wife with a heartful of innocent happiness. Perhaps a little while ago he would have balked at the idea of running so far and fast, but now he relished the prospect. He loved the chase, he loved the idea of her outsmarting him... Those feet were made to travel at speed and as light as the paws of a tigress, he thought. Breathing steady, heart strong - this girl was born to run...

"What happened Barrister Babu... Tired already?"
Bondita had turned around, and was now running backward, as if inviting him to catch her, her hands stretched and a smirk on her lips, and suddenly the entire equation of this feel-good chase changed into a challenge not so innocent.
The beckoning of her eyes had ignited a subdued demand to conquer, and for once, Anirudh didn't think twice to shed his inhibitions, accepting her challenge open-heartedly.

"If... If I catch you... You've no idea what... What I'll do to you..."
Anirudh was running... Faster than he did before, and the simple game of chasing became a dangerous affirmation of conquering and possessing each other.

The distance reduced, and the laughter grew louder, with shrill shrieks and growling chortles, and as Bondita reached the soft clayey river bank, Anirudh caught hold of the lose end of her saree, pulling her towards him. But Bondita refused to give in, shouting out in glee she pulled her saree and turned to run, but Anirudh had caught hold of her arm by then. Bondita jumped, splashing some moist clay, and Anirudh too, jumped in accordance... But, just once, as his hunting boots gave away, making him slip on the clay, falling on the ground, and on his chest fell Bondita...

"Auchh..." Bondita gasped, and she felt Anirudh's lips colliding with her nose.
A little lower, and it could have been the lips!

The fall was abrupt, as was the rawness of the emotions. Bondita's hands were pressed on Anirudh's chest, and her hair was caressing his face, their eyes locked, heart pounding. The reminisce of the broad smile was still on their lips, but fading slowly, as the dominance of a more serious expression slowly took over their eyes. Anirudh heard Bondita gasp, licking her lower lip subtly, her eyes on his lips now, expectantly, and with every passing second he felt his soul burning in that brewing fire of her gaze. His hands were pressed on her slender waist.

Anirudh gulped, his eyes toggling between her large gleaming eyes and red quivering lips, and the movement on his throat drew Bondita's eyes, fixating her orbs on his Adams apple.

"Bon... " Anirudh gulped, sensing the loud pounding of his own heartbeat, and Bondita heard it too.
"Are... Are you... Hurt?"
His words were almost a hush, as he felt her eyes shifting on his face again.
Bondita was breathing rapidly, and her warm breath caressed his neck, and like a possessed soul, he felt her hand grabbing his wrist, and she made him touch her heart, a little above her alluring softness.

"Bondita...!!" Anirudh gasped, and Bondita lowered her face a little, in dangerous attempts of bridging the gap between their lips.

"It hurts... " She gulped nervously, "here..."

"Where?" Anirudh gasped too, fearful of the answer that possessed the potential of breaking all the barriers in him, making him give in to the wild dreams those had been chasing him recently.

"Here..."
Bondita murmured, and made his hand travel up her body, resting on her shoulder blade.
"Press here... It pains."

'Bondita in pain' ; it had perhaps always been a trigger word for Anirudh, and this one phrase was enough to bring him back to face the consequences of the reality.
Exhaling sharply, he got hold of Bondita at once, helping her get up from his body, reluctantly, as he too sat upright on the clay sand, both their clothes strained in grey. He held Bondita's shoulders gently and turned her to the side a little.

"Does it hurt... here?" The flat of his palm was pressed on her left shoulder blade, applying a little pressure as he rubbed her muscles.
Bondita, however, was trembling from that touch, not outwardly, but inside... Every cell in her body acutely aware of the touch of his hand, pressed against her skin. Her eyes were shut tightly, lips pressed together, and she felt her breath almost hitched at the inexplicable feeling that the warm of his touch was transcending in her.

"It... It's hurts here too."
Gathering all her courage, she touched his hand, and brought it up her face, making him cup her face, and in an instance Anirudh's gaze narrowed on her.

"Bondita..." He frowned, but unwilling to deter her happy disposition that morning he simply pinched her flushed cheek and removed his hand at one. Bondita gasped and touched her own quivering lips once, probably to calm them down, and ended up smearing some wet grey clay on them, unknowingly.

"Come on... Get up."
Anirudh had gotten up on his feet and extended his hand for her. But, the moment she tried to get up, his right foot slipped again, and this time he fell on his face, and under him was his Bondita.
It was another uncomfortable abruptness, another unwanted encounter, and Anirudh's face now collided with hers, his lips brushing on her lower lip, tasting the grainy clay from it. His hands had unwilling clasped her back, and her hair muddied in the wet soil.

"Barrister Babu..."
Bondita was looking at him with an intent, her eyes reflecting a need that was unseen to him all these years, and to protect the last shred of sanity in him, Anirudh quickly sat up without another second's delay, and moved a little away from her.

"Get up Bondita... Let's return to the tent."
He coughed uncomfortably and stood up, not sparing a glance at her, as if to calm the battle waged in his own mind and body, and she too, got up silently, and started to walk behind him, following him as always.

"Look... Look... Whose there..."
Brojo clapped his hands, and both the men stood up at once as they saw Anirudh approaching them, covered with half dried clay, his clothes soiled in shades of grey, and behind him was his wife.

"What have you done?"
Brojo gasped, and Mukundo pressed his lips in a tease.

"He had splattered 'knowledge' everywhere... successfully."
He rolled his eyes, stressing on the word knowledge, as Anirudh widened his eyes and smiled back at him.

"It's very slippery down there." Anirudh looked around, and sensing the absence of the two girls, he started to unbutton his shirt, making Bondita lower her head at once.

"It's always slippery down there, my brother... You just need the right trick."
Brojo winked at his friends, and Mukundo laughed out loud, making Anirudh blush in all shades of red.

"Come on boys... The clay was soft." Anirudh muttered in defence, and Mukundo winked at him mischievously.

"Soft clays are easy to mold Awni... and, that molding has a different appeal to it altogether... "

"I agree..." Brojo too was laughing.

Anirudh sighed and gave in to his friends.
"Bondita... Wash up and change... Inside the tent."
He addressed her without looking and she too headed towards one of the silvery pyramids with her eyes lowered down.

She wanted her husband, but the encounter with his friends and their unfathomable laughter had left her in embarassment. And, as she was about to lift the thick cloth curtain to enter the tent, she heard her husband's laughter, joining the other two, with a promise of bathing in the river, three of them together...
"Just like old times..." He had chuckled.

"Just like old times!" She mimicked and murmured to herself.
The more she heard him laugh, the more her heart burnt, and so did her head. She entered inside the tent and finding a small pebble kept on the portable folding table, she picked it up and threw it at once in indignation.

"Ei... Ee..maa... Bondita... Why did you threw Bimi Didi's paperweight?"

A startled Bondita had turned at once, and her eyes met two pair of surprised eyes staring back at her.

"S... Sorry..." Bondita murmured and was about to leave when Sharmila called out again, her voice a little hushed.

"Bondita... Do you want to hear a love story? Bimi didi is reading one to me... It's... It's funny..."
Sharmila giggled in a childish playfulness, and then she turned to look at the other girl sitting beside her, seeking her approval.
"Can she? Bimi didi."

Bondita stood infront, half-heartedly, waiting for a verdict of rejection, but to her surprise she saw a bright smile on Bimi Didi's lips, as she beckoned her to sit beside, her eyes widening in a naughty forbiddance.
"Bondita, right? You can join us... But you can't tell your husband about what we're talking..." She winked at her playfully.
"It's a girl thing... A secret."

Sharmila gasped in excitement of her new company, and intrigued at this exciting invitation, Bondita too smiled and walked towards the girls, securing a seat near them.

"But, first tell me how did this happen to you?" Bimi Didi's eyes were on her hair and clothes, and Bondita pursed her lips, remembering the almost kiss that her senses were almost about to feel.

"We fell."
She replied plainly, but Bimala's eyes had widened at once.

"We? You and your husband? Where?"

"By the riverside... It's very slippery, and we're running..."

"The prince and the Princess in this story are always running behind each other, Bondita... Just about to catch... Isn't that funny?"
Sharmila clapped and cheered, but Bimala's eyes were on Bondita's face.
She slowly raised her hand and held Bondita's jaw, turning her head to a side.
"Did he do this? The mark on your lips?"
Her eyes were shining in a naughty spark.

"It... It wasn't intentional... He fell on top and..."

Bimala kept the book aside and pressed her lips in amusement.
"All accidental kisses are never intentional my dear... And why are you turning red, we all are being kissed by our husbands... Don't we?"
She turned towards Sharmila, and the girl smile back brightly.

"Yes... Here, and here and everywhere... But it isn't good sometimes." Sharmila smiled innocently, pointing towards her arms and chest, and Bimala rolled her eyes at her.

"Nonsense... Kisses are always good... Specially when they are placed where they aren't supposed to." She winked at Bondita, and she gulped in response.

"Where?" She murmured and Bimala smirked, as she picked up the book and touched Bondita's neck with it, and then her bosoms, and then the corner of the book trailed down to her lower abdomen halting at the crevice of her navel, making her gasp and tremble every time.

"Don't tell me you're never been kissed here?" Bimala raised an eyebrow at her teasingly, and all Bondita did was gasp and fumble.

"Umm... Well..."

"Come on Bimi Didi... Read the story... Please" Sharmila interjected, impatiently, and Bimala pinched her small nose lovingly, opening the pages of the book once again.

Bondita was sitting with her head lowered, her gaze on the joined hands kept on her lap, and Bimala started to read.

"...and it was then Venus turned around, only to let her eyes feast on his... Her blue crystal orbs were a perfect match to the ocean, and her rosy lips offered a refuge to the man.

'Adonis... my lips are dry than the draught struck earth, my soul is thirsty like the long lost river... And it's the skin of my beauty that beckons you... Don't let yourself be fooled by it.'

Adonis's arms were stretched, seeking her warmth, and Venus gave in to his embrace.

"Let this garden of love be our paradise Adonis, let us sin, again and again, the ancient sin of passion... And then, let us rise, in love."

His lips had touched the crook of her neck, trailing down to the hem of her dress, burying further deep into the gorges of her heaving breasts.

"Let your lips take my breath away... Let them suck my soul... Let them drench me in the pool of love... For, it's your soul I seek, your consent... Your love!

Adonis's hand had pressed against the softness of her breasts.

"Thousands of roses are a shedding autumn while put to test against your beauty, my goddess... But, my lips doesn't hold the power to possess you... I'm weak, my soul craves your passion, and yet my mind doesn't know the direction."

Venus smiled, just once, fire in her eyes, before she pressed her lips violently on his, teaching him the nuances of love. She made her tongue dance with his, her hands trailed down to his chest, feeling his taut muscles, feeling the hunting scar, until her touch escalated to the forbidden part of his body, making him moan."

Bimala stopped, and looked up only to find both the girls staring at her with widened eyes and opened mouth.

"What's forbidden part, Bimi didi?" Sharmila asked in astonishment, and Bimala gestured towards her lower body, smiling naughty.

Bondita gulped.
She too, was listening to her with rapt attention, although a little apprehensive at the beginning, but slowly, along with each word from the book, Bimala had gradually captured her heart too, her dark eyes looked mesmerizing, and her dark skin looked envious, and Bimi Didi, the stranger, somehow became her idol that afternoon, suddenly filling Bondita with the need to be everything, and know everything that Bimi Didi was offering to teach!

"Why are you looking like that? Have you never touched him there?"
Bimala winked mischievously at Bondita, and it was enough to let the dam of emotions inside her break free. She had no female confidante at home, no one who would teach her the methods of winning a man's heart, and sitting infront of this girl, Bondita couldn't stop the tears of helplessness fall down her eyes.

"Bondita... dearie, what's happened? What's the matter?"
Bimala had kept the book aside, her hands cupping Bondita's face, as droplets of tears fell on her palms, drenching her heart with it.
Sharmila sat there clueless at this sudden intervention, and Bimala pulled Bondita to her bosom, ignoring the possibility of her saree getting soiled.

"Sweetheart... Tell me what it is? Are you unhappy? Does he not love you?"
Bimala too felt a wretch in her heart, and Sharmila pouted her lips with teary eyes.

"Don't cry Bondita... It's good if you aren't loved... Love hurts, a lot... Everytime... here!" She pressed her hands in between her own thighs and looked up helplessly at the two girls in embrace.

Bimala pressed her eyes at Sharmila and gestured her to stop.
"Bondita, tell me... What is it?"

"I... He... " Bondita stammered, recalling their encounter from earlier.
"He has never kissed me on my lips."

The words came out from her mouth like a final submission of her desires, as an open acceptance of her needs, and as a boundless stream of emotions. It took her a lot of effort, and even more courage to make that confession, and the aftermath felt helpless.
Tears rolled down her reddened cheeks silently, and she lay still letting Bimala comfort her.

"Anirudh Babu doesn't seem to be a bad person... Are you sure there isn't any other reason for him not to kiss you on your lips?" She cupped Bondita's face and took a close look at her red pouty lips.
"But your lips are very beautiful... Then why would he not..."

Bondita was sobbing silently.
"But... But he cares for me a lot... I know that for sure... He cries when I'm hurt."

Sharmila gasped loudly at her words.
"He does?? Omaa... And my husband asks me to stay quiet everytime I get hurt," she lowered her eyes, "at night... When he..."

Bimala sighed deeply and patted Sharmila's head.
"It won't hurt after sometime, little one."
She smiled warmly at her, and Sharmila too smiled back cheerfully.

"Now, coming to you Bondita... Tell me this...Did you husband make love to you yet?"

"Made love? As in?" Bondita widened her eyes in wonder.

"As in the way Venus and Adonis was loving each other... Kissing each other everywhere on their bodies, and then... You know, the final thing."

"The final thing?" Bondita gulped again, nervously.

"Don't tell me you don't know what that is..." Bimala rolled her eyes.
"It's when a husband puts his, you know, his thing inside his wife's body."

"Here..." Sharmila giggled happily and pointed towards the intended body part.

"Rep... Reproduction... I've, I've read in biology."

The tears had stopped, and now in its place a new feeling of fearful excitement had taken over, she had always been clear about her needs, her desires, and she desired to be touched by him on her lips, but this sudden new found definition of intimacy was something that hadn't crossed her mind, and the thought of her Barrister Babu putting his organ inside her, or even seeing her naked, made thousands of mad butterflies race inside her stomach, making her dizzy.

"Dhaat!! Silly girl..." Bimala chuckled out loud, and nearing her face to her ears, she hushed the words, softly.
"It's a lot... a lot more than reproduction... It's amazing... It's beautiful... And every woman needs to feel this magic in their body, atleast once "

Bondita felt a sharp tingle coursing down her spine.
"But... But how? He won't even kiss me on the lips."
Her voice was low and Bimala held her shoulders lovingly, a smirk in her eyes.

"Every man isn't Adonis, I agree, but if you can be the Venus, then you can turn them into Adonis anytime."

"How?"
Both the girls asked in unison.

"By seducing them..." Bimala winked.
"And, I'll teach you how to do it... Today."

Bondita gulped and Sharmila clapped her hands in glee.

"Not you Sharmi... Only her..." Bimala turned towards the girl, "You are a little too young for this now... Grow some of those first." She winked at her chest, making Bondita blush, and all Sharmi did was purse her lips and stick her pink tongue out in displeasure.

"Go... I won't play with you two." She pouted.
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