Kill You, Sure (15)

                     Love Making

  Kill You, Sure (15)

                              Nidhu Bhusan Das

   It’s twilight.Evening birds twitter their way back home.Already some tired dryads are roosting on the giant banyan,its huge canopy attracts myriad winged beauties,and they keep the tree eloquent.Divya’s head is cradled on the lap of Ankit.Only the birds witness their amorous togetherness.

“Sorry,I’ve misread you.Now I understand,”Divya goes emotional.

 “Pardon.”

“I shouldn’t have thought that way.”

“What thought?”

“That you’ve tenderness…”

“I have.So what!”

“I mean you…”

“Yes, I love you.”

“You love...me! Is it?”

“Is it wrong?”

“No Ankit,I don’t mean that.”

               Ankit’s unaware of the intended meaning of Divya.Under the canopy,he’s in joy with his girl,who’s now assured of having her coveted man in possession.Ankit doesn't share such feeling with her although they’ve turned one,soul and body.Divya’s back to her room at 9 p.m.,tired but elated.She’s in the washroom to rub off the day’s weariness and the remains of the cause of joy.She gets ready for bed to be in a tranquil sleep and sweet dreams.

“It’s stupid to be in love,” thinks Ankit,lying on his back, awake.Logic has gripped him and brought him back to prosaic sense.The Romantic aura under the tree in the lunar illusion is over after he has the first experience of functional love.He ruminates on how the innocent Green Eyes has been implicated by the jealous girl.”Divya isn’t equal,rather far  below the girl from Dhaka in stature and personality.It’s difficult to go with the girl who is aggressive with the venom of inferiority complex,no matter that she is,like him, from Haryana.

                   Bithi’s in communication with her cousin she will join soon in Maryland.She tells the girl across the Atlantic how an Indian girl in the campus,not familiar with her,is jealous of her imagining that she’s her rival in love.”This is fantastic,”she says with a peel of laughter.”Yes,you’re right,love’s preceded by the sense of possessiveness in this part of the world,”Bithi agrees.

                  Ankit goes out to the library to spend the possible sleepless night in the company of books.He’s a bibliophile,books remain scattered on his bed.Divya didn’t ask,but if you ask he’d tell,without a second thought, “Book’s my first love.Here Divya’s wrong.”

“Are you sure?”Ankit asks himself.Doubt has arisen.Should he be carried away by amour and hang the academic pursuit? Ankit  thinks,seriously.”No Divya,I won’t sacrifice.You too shouldn’t.Let’s do it after degree,”he thinks.

                       The cell phone sounds.Ankit pulls it out.A Hangouts message,from Divya.He opens it: “Where dear?I’m yet to rub off the moments we enjoyed a few hours back.”

Ankit ‘s in two minds.Should he continue or just ignore?She’s become desperate in the present mood.If ignored,she’s sure to despair.He himself cannot deny his role in the buildup to her present desire and desperation.In case he ignores,he will deny his part.It’s against Haryanvi pride and personal honesty.Ankit cannot afford to be dishonest.

“At the library,”Ankit has messaged back,tersely.

“Is it!But why?Won’t you sleep?”

“Something urgent,you know,”he lies.

“Urgent!But what could be more urgent than the sweet memory of two hours after dusk,”Divya tries to understand.

“Ankit,you need have sleep,dear.”

“You know,work on hand,” Ankit’s hesitant.

“You’re naughty,dear.Feel like coming to see,”desires Divya.

The loving tone of the girl takes

                  Ankit back to the event under the tree.The memory rattles the boy.He isn’t in politics,has been a loner craving for a company.Bithi stole his heart but dared not tell her or share with anybody.When Divya approached,his long cherished desire found a mooring, and the evening of coming together was a kind of fulfilment even for him.The Platonic love for the foreigner was replaced by sensual pleasure with the native girl.Now he feels like being with Divya again. “Shall I call her to come?”he thinks with a strong desire to feel her passionate breath on the face.

“Well,come and see,”he replies.

              Divya’s excited.She gets out of bed,promptly puts on casuals,locks the door,and hops down the stairs,rushes to the library.(to be continued)