Romance My experience with love [Completed]

[avsji]

Over the next one year, Kajal and I tried to have a baby together. Those who know the physiological matters, will tell you that it is increasingly difficult for women in their late forties to have spontaneous pregnancies. After trying a lot, we consulted doctors. They told us that it would be very difficult for Kajal to get pregnant - her chances of it were less than five percent, where five percent was an optimistic estimate. It was major blow - Ma was able to successfully have babies in her late forties, but she was an exception. I read the statistics – by some estimates there had been only 7 births per 10,000 women, who were aged between 45 to 49. That was a very disheartening statistic. That is not even one percent!

We went to consult some of the top fertility doctors in the country. But their opinion was consistent. All of them told me that success with assisted pregnancies, such as IVF at Kajal’s age with Kajal’s own eggs was practically unheard of. I asked the doctors if we could use other woman’s eggs, to which they replied that it was possible. As such all the doctors advised us not to attempt IVF with Kajal’s own eggs. With other woman’s eggs, the possibility was very high, close to seventy five percent. That was a great news! It was a costly treatment but seemed promising.

Kajal and I discussed in detail whether to pursue this line of treatment. Kajal did not like the idea of having someone else’s baby instead of her own. Yes, pregnancy will be her own, but the baby will not be her own. In due course, she started to dislike the idea even more. We continued to have our sexual routine. I told her that even if we do not get pregnant, we could still perform the wedding. I mean, we had Abha and Latika, didn’t we? But Kajal did not like it. She knew that I wanted to have a couple of more children, and she thought that she would be a barrier to fulfilling that desire. Had we not wasted so much time before, we would still have gotten married and have had a couple of cute children. But how can one fight a battle with the fate? Kajal told me that because she could not conceive anymore, she would not marry me. That was final. I must look elsewhere for marriage.

Sunil and I often discussed our sex lives with each other. He wanted to know whether there was any chance of him getting any more siblings. I told him that although Kajal and I discussed about getting married, she dissolved the proposal because she could not conceive anymore. That inability may also have led to a drop in her desire to have sex. Even though I asked her a couple of more times to marry me, beyond one point, I could not press the issue.

On Kajal’s request, Ma prolonged her stay with us for six more months, but finally wanted to go and live with Sunil. Because Kajal had promised her to help her with her move in to the new house, she went to live with them for the next six months. Ma’s older boy was now four years old and had started his pre-schooling. He was now less fussy. The younger boy too was now more than one year old and was turning out to be a strong baby. As such, the stress on Ma was relatively lesser now, so she could focus on setting up the house. Kajal helped her in doing that. Sunil, as a doting father, used to babysit his younger son, when the two women went out to purchase new furnitures etc.

With Kajal gone for some time, whatever little opportunity I had to persuade her to change her mind was also gone. And with each passing day, the chances of us being a couple was very rapidly fading. I still loved her, and she too loved me, but marriage was now out of question. We were very sure of it and accepted it. When Sunil came to know about this new development, he was greatly disappointed. He had hoped, for a very long time that Kajal and I would ultimately become a married couple. I was his father-figure, and loved her mother very much, so it was an obvious expectation for him to have. But it was not to be! Sometimes, things just do not go the way you hope, despite all the things going your way.

When I asked about his marital life, he informed me that contrary to what was happening to Kajal, Ma was still fertile. They went to their doctor for consultation about the possibility of having another baby. Although the doctor expressed her surprise over their desire to have one more baby, she confirmed that Ma was fertile and could naturally have more children. In her own assessment, Ma’s health and fertility was something of a miracle… something that she did not see much in her long medical experience. She also commended Ma, who had already bettered her pre-pregnancy shape and was in great health. She was now slimmer and even stronger. Her brisk walking had evolved into full jogging, and she also joined a gym, which helped her in improving muscles. Kajal too had joined with her and was now improving her own health.

That Sunil and Ma were thinking about having another baby was amusingly surprising for me. Sunil told me that Kajal wanted that they tried to have another baby - hopefully, a girl this time, and expressed this desire to Ma. Ma, being an obedient daughter-in-law, wanted to respect and fulfill her mother-in-law’s desire. They wanted to wait till their younger son was at least two years old before possibly having another baby. I think that under the pretext of fulfilling her mother-in-law’s desire, Ma too wanted to see whether she could have another child, and thus fulfilling her old desire to have a big family. Having said that, both Sunil and Ma were very happy together, and if they wanted to make more children, it was okay! They all are very happy. Love does that to you! And I was very happy for them!

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[avsji]

The national games of India were postponed five times already, because the sport related infrastructure (such as stadiums, roads etc.) in Jharkhand could not be put in place in time for the earlier agreed dates. However, the newly elected chief minister of Jharkhand promised that there won’t be any more delays or postponements for he wanted to make the national games a priority for himself. Because of the constant uncertainty, whether the games would even take place, many top-level players decided not to participate in the games, which was not a very good thing.

We also had a difficult time keeping Latika focused on her preparations. She used to have her highs and lows. But finally, one day, we got to know that the thirty forth national games would happen in February next year. This was good. When there is a certain timeline, players become more focused. Latika too started to work very hard. Kajal was with Sunil and Ma around then. So, I became more hands-on with Latika’s preparations. I used to challenge her in sprints and also helped her in conditioning. The last-minute hard work paid off, as Latika started to touch twelve seconds for a hundred-meter sprint! We were thrilled, when she was told that she would represent the state in the various sprinting events! That was awesome and we decided to be there when Latika’s events happened.

Another exciting news came our way three months before Latika received her selection call. Ma was pregnant again and was expecting to deliver her third child with Sunil sometime in April next year! She was already more than fifty years old and this time she struggled with getting pregnant. But as always, with the blessings of higher powers, she successfully conceived and was again expecting. Needless to mention that we were all indeed very thrilled! I spoke with Ma to come over and deliver her baby here, like she had done during her earlier pregnancies. She agreed and told me that she would come after Latika had performed in the national games. That was fine.

So, we were all set to visit Ranchi, where the Games were to happen. February is not a great time to travel in most of the north India, because of bone chilling weather. Then there is persistent fog, which reduces visibility. So, you can not see much of the natural landscape. But we wanted to be out and have some fun with our little family. Ma and Sunil could not be there for obvious reasons, and Latika understood that. However, she made her Dada and Bou-di promise her that they will watch her event on TV. The remaining three of us, Kajal, Abha and I, decided to take a little break and visit Jharkhand so that we could be there in the stadium on Latika’s big day! We also planned to extend this little holiday a bit and visit the Sundarbans when Latika was free of her duties.


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Abha had never been to a wildlife sanctuary in her life, so we decided that after arriving Ranchi, we will first directly go to the Betla Wildlife Sanctuary, and spend some time there, before returning to enjoy Latika’s track and field performance. Because Latika was living with her team in their designated athletics camps, she could not be with us. This was alright, because I wanted her to focus only on her performance and made a mental note to take a vacation soon, where Latika too can accompany us.

I might be wrong, but personally, I do not think that Jharkhand is the best place to sight wildlife. For years, the land has been exploited for its coal and other minerals, which had negative impact on the natural balance of the land. We had heard many stories from the past how Naxalites had terrorized local as well as outside people. So, there was a bit of apprehension. But we decided that it might be misplaced.

Betla National Park has an abundant deer population. Abha was so excited to see them. I think that children should be exposed to nature, as early in their lives as possible, so that they develop an appreciation for it. It took us about six hours from the Ranchi airport to Betla. As soon as we entered the national park, we saw so many herds of deer. Watching so many of them grazing near us was a very beautiful visual experience. The trees were all green and it satisfied our tired eyes!

As we moved inside, we started to see bison, monkeys, peacocks, and many varieties of birds. The forest guards told us that if we are lucky, we could also spot wild elephants during our stay. But we needed to be patient. We decided to stay inside the forest, in the forest guest house, to have a more ‘immersive’ experience. It was not a three- or five-star facility, as the guest house rooms were modestly appointed, but the entire thrill was because we were inside the forest. We booked just one room for the three of us: it was big enough and the people there were kind enough to set up an additional bed for the child (Abha).

Inside the forests, the nights set in rapidly. We had our dinner and retired to bed. Initially Abha was very excited being inside the forest, but as the night set in, and she started to hear sound of wild, she started to get more and more afraid. Since she was facing difficulty sleeping, Kajal decided to tuck Abha in bed, and sung her a couple of lullabies. Watching her do all that, I ruefully wondered about what ‘could have been’ with Kajal. She was an amazing woman, a wonderful companion, and a perfect wife material… but for some preconceived notions, she decided not to marry me. That was still fine, because she was still with us and taking care of all of us like she had always done. That itself was like God’s blessing!

 

[avsji]

We had switched off the main lights, but the night lamp was still switched on and will stay on because Abha was not comfortable sleeping in pitch dark. I was watching both Kajal and Abha, who was now asleep, but Kajal continued to gently pat Abha’s chest, so she goes into deep sleep. Kajal finally noticed me watching her. She smiled and shook her head as if to say, ‘you will never change’. It had been about a year since we had any sex. I had so much pent-up energy that I can not explain! On top of that, we were in a forest setting - it was quiet outside, and it was a bit chilly inside. The sky was full of bright twinkling stars. We could constantly hear hooting of owls and barking of foxes.

I got up from the bed, walked up to her, and got her up from Abha’s cot by holding her hand. By now Kajal had been with me for more than sixteen years, so she knew the difference between when I felt love for her, and when I felt lust for her. Such a long period without having any sex plainly meant that I was full of lust that night and that it would not be easy for her to stop me.

“I will sleep with Abha tonight.” She whispered in a mischievous voice.

“But that is a small cot… my bed has a plenty of room.” I said removing her saree.

“That is okay… I am not as big… besides, she might need me in the night.” She continued teasing me.

“If you want to leave, I am fine,” I said as I removed her saree, “but at least let me ‘wet’ my beak!”

“Ha ha… the problem is that your beak is never happy with just ‘being wet’… it loves to ‘take bath’ and for long!”

“That’s because it bathes in your ‘bathtub’… the most beautiful and the warmest ‘bathtub’ there is!”

“Ha ha ha… you are still incorrigible.” Kajal exclaimed, gently slamming her fist in my chest, as her petticoat slid down her waist.

“You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” I said as I hurried to remove her panties.

It was a sincere compliment and Kajal knew it. Her heart started to beat fast! Yes, we still had that kind of intimacy. It was a shame that we could not be a proper, married couple.

We kissed. A long passionate kiss!

“I must get you married… soon.” Kajal panted when we broke our kiss.

She realized that almost all the buttons of her blouse were now open.

“God… you are so beautiful!”

“You really think so?” she asked, knowing very well how I felt about her.

“I especially like you naked.” I did not answer her, “See the bulge in my pants?”

Kajal looked while I stripped her naked. I too started to strip.

“What are you doing?” gasped my longtime lover, friend, and guardian.

“Getting comfortable,” I replied as I dropped my pants along with my underwear, “You are not the only one who can be naked.”

“Amar! But Abha…”

Punching my hips forward and lewdly presenting my very erect penis, I grinned at her asking, “You like it?”

Kajal was afraid that Abha might wake up and might not understand what was happening between us. But she was taken aback by my brashness, and all she could do was to stare with her mouth agape at my eagerly throbbing organ. It has been long since she even saw it.

“It has become bigger.” She whispered her surprise.

“I lost some belly fat by all the sprinting in the past few months… so, now you can see ‘more’ of it!”

I replied and put her hand over my penis, letting her explore it. She explored it for some time and then added in a low voice,

“Amar?”

“I met someone while living with Sunil and Bahu.”

“What! Really?” I was surprised.

“Yes. And I think I like him.”

“Does he like you?”

“I think so. Yes, I think he likes me as well.”

“Oh!” suddenly I lost the sexual excitement. I could not imagine a day when Kajal would not love me or would not be with me. This was going to be difficult.

“Hey… now don’t be like this,” Kajal said stroking my fast-wilting penis back to erection, “you are my first love! That will never change.”

“Why did you wait for so long to tell me…” I complained and then seating her beside me, I asked, “Now tell me about him.”

“Well… his name is Satyajit.”

“Marathi?”

She nodded, “…he is fifty-seven years old.”

“Single?”

“Widowed. He has a son, about Sunil’s age… he is already married.”

“Hmmm…”

“He has a bakery business.”

“Hmm… so, should I assume that you went to purchase cake and gave your heart to him?”

“Not only cake… but also breads, scones, pastries, cookies…”

“Yes… yes… I understand it.”

“So, who proposed to who?”

“Of course, he proposed to me.”

“Have you accepted?”

“I want to.”

“Then why are you waiting?”

“I wanted to tell you first… and take your permission.”

“Kajal… my Kajal… I don’t own you. I love you.”

“I know. That is exactly why I wanted to tell you first and ask your permission.”

“Kajal, if you think you will be happy with Satyajit, please be with him. I only want your happiness.”

“I know. I want you to meet him.”

“I will meet him.”

“Thank you!”

I longingly looked at my naked Kajal. For such a long time, I was the only man who ever did what I did to her. The news hit me like a truck. It is hard to say goodbyes to someone who has been so close, so intimate.

“Amar… please don’t be sad.”

“I am not sad Kajal. But it will feel very empty without you.”

“Hey…” she said as she hugged me in her bosom, and kissing my head she promised, “I will look after you.”

“But you can not. You will look after Satyajit.”

“That is right too… Amar… please get married.”

“Hmmm!”

“Don’t be like that. You know my love for you has many many forms… it is just that I can not be your wife. You deserve so much more. I can not become an impediment to all that happiness.”

She said and hugged me tight.

“Now… make love to me.”

I looked at Kajal not believing what she just said.

“Satyajit can have me when he marries me. Till then, I am all yours.” She smiled.

 

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“Kajal…”

“Shhhh!”

She said and holding my hand she lay back on the bed, stretching out nude against the soft mattress.

“My sweet lover…” she started in a low voice, “you want it and I want it. Look at us, we are both naked and ready.”

She raked my hand between her legs with a single pass, “See? I am soaking wet.”

I did not need much prodding. Watching Kajal behave so sexily excited me enough that I became ready in just under a minute. I spread her legs open.

“Now, you are about to get fucked, my rashogulla… so just relax and enjoy it.”

There was a bit of adultery in what we were doing. I was now going to make love to someone else’s woman. She was now going to make love with another man. Her breathing became shallow and increasingly rapid, her moistening vagina tingled in anticipation. With the tips of my fingers, I made lazy circles on her abdomen and around her navel. Kajal shivered as I slid across her pubic mound, down her leg and back up her inner thigh, coming very close but not quite touching her vagina. Kajal’s arousal started to build rapidly. My fingers made several round trips: around her navel, down across her pubic mound, down her leg and up her inner thigh, teasing her, but never touching her increasingly leaking vagina. Lightly touching her, I swirled my fingers around her navel a few times and then ascended, circling each of her breasts in spirals, almost but never touching her erect nipples.

Kajal’s breaths started to come in short pants as her passion mounted. When my fingers finally closed around her one nipple, she jerked, giving out a helpless ecstatic moan, rising deep from within her throat. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I watched with satisfaction as Kajal began to squirm about, softly moaning in contentment. I began kissing her along her sides, up and across her stretched armpits and up the inside of her arm, sending shivers of delight through her expectant body. Kajal’s mouth hung open, but no sound came out of it. I switched nipples, allowing the most recently tormented nipple only a moment’s relief before I quickly switched from her arm to her breast. I then took a few light nibbles of her breasts’ flesh. My tongue then began spiraling up the mound of her breast. Upon reaching the top, I flicked the excited nipple with my tongue’s tip, before engulfing it with my mouth. Kajal’s moans became louder as I worked her nipples harder, one with my mouth, and the other with my fingers. Her body trembled, as Kajal let out a throaty groan that was almost a growl.

I finally released her nipples, “Damn, Kajal! It has been such a long time that I made you orgasm just by playing with your breasts.”

She heard the remark but was in no condition to respond. Her eyes were closed. She expected me to now mount her. But instead, she felt my fingers gliding up her leg again. If it was going to be my last sex with Kajal, I was going to make it worth remembering! She probably expected me to tease her again as my finger slid up her inner thigh, but she gasped with unexpected pleasure as it slid deep into her juicing slit.

“You are really very wet, darling,” I hoarsely whispered. “I know what you want. How is this?”

“Ohhhh!” Kajal cried as my finger found her clitoris.

I swirled my finger around her clitoris a few times and then traveled back down her aroused slit, gently probing, but not penetrating her vagina. After a couple of minutes of initial forays, my finger made its way back to her throbbing clitoris. Now with two fingers in her slit, I concentrated on getting her off. Again. A few minutes of vibrating pressure up against the side of her clitoris did the trick. As her second orgasm exploded from her groin, Kajal screamed, then seemingly began choking as an intense wave of intoxicating pleasure engulfed her body. It was minutes before her body stopped shuddering and several more minutes before she finally regained control of her senses.

When she did, she dreamily realized that I had moved between her legs. I was now on top of her, holding my weight off her body with one arm while the other still gently caressed her. Looking down between our nude bodies, she saw my eager, thick penis ready to ravish her.

“I think it is time to wet my beak!” I said grinning down at her.

I pressed my penis against her vaginal lips. Her wet and slippery lips parted, surrounding the head of my cock. Without penetrating further, the thick head of my penis withdrew, a soft smacking noise announced that their flesh had parted.

“Aaahh… my beak is wet now.” I said and started to dismount her.

But lust had overcome Kajal’s inhibitions. Her body responded automatically by wrapping her legs around my waist and punching her hips up to get more penetration.

“D… don’t just wet it… take a bath also.”

“Are you sure?”

Lustfully panting, she whispered, “Oh, God. Do it. Please, just do it.”

“Do what?”

“Please, Amar, do it!”

“Tell me what you want, Kajal.”

“Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me!” she whispered.

“With pleasure, honey!”

I pushed, sinking my penis into her vagina a little deeper.

“Ohhhhh!” Kajal moaned as our long pending copulation began. Taking my time, I started to fuck her slowly. Thrusting shallow eight or nine times before penetrating her hot welcoming vagina a little deeper, I slowly fucked into her until I got to her g‑spot with my penis head.

“Ohhh God, yessssss!” Kajal whined as her g‑spot was stimulated, “Ohh! Yessssss! That feels soo good. Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!”

Soon she was climbing the pre‑orgasmic ramp. With each deliberate stroke of my penis across her g-spot, Kajal got nearer and nearer to her third orgasmic peak. I felt the first tremors and then her vaginal muscles crushing my cock. Her eyes rolled up into her head as the orgasmic spasms took complete control of her body and mind. I plunged into Kajal’s depths grinding our pubic regions together while mashing my penis deep into her cervix. A moment later I began fucking her vigorously. Kajal’s vagina responded violently, as the third crescendo swept up from her groin. I had never seen her orgasm so quickly after achieving one orgasm. My own orgasm rapidly threatened to boil over. Unwilling to end our probably the last lovemaking too quickly, I abruptly pulled out of her pulsating vagina. I quickly slid down between her legs to feast upon her orgasmic vulva, burying my face into her wet folds, slurping up the sweet nectar of her orgasm.

Kajal grabbed my head and pushed her vulva into my mouth as if to ensure that I got it all. I continued eating her out. Kajal’s body twisted as another tumultuous climax ripped through her. Her thighs clamped together, trapping my head between them. I had to break it off to forcefully extracted myself from between her legs. She was wildly excited tonight!

I was yet to ejaculate. So, crawling on top of her, I guided my penis back into her wanton vagina. I started thrusting and enjoying the jiggling of her breasts with each thrust. The entire room was filled with the slapping sound of my groin thrusting her groin, as I repeatedly drove my penis hard into her.

“Oh… oh…” she repeatedly grunted with my thrusts.

Soon I felt the pressure of my own orgasm gathering, moving up from my testicles into the base of my penis.

“I am cumming, Kajal!” I announced.

Then in an explosive rush, my semen surged forth and spurt into Kajal. The feeling of my penis discharging my semen inside her was agonizingly sweet! I felt victorious. I was elated at my performance. I was sure that Kajal will remember this one fuck forever!

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[avsji]

In the afterglow of a great sex, it was minutes before either of us could function at any level other than just breathing. Apparently, it was Kajal who gathered her senses first. She stood upright, with my semen streaming down her legs. The first thing she noticed was Abha looking at her strangely. The second thing she noticed was the deep sounds coming from me. The second thing was no matter, but she was immediately concerned about,

“Mishti?”

Despite her own vulnerable situation, Kajal ran to Abha’s bed and hugged her.

“Dadi… were you and Daddy doing naughty naughty?”

“No honey… we… we were making love.”

“Oh?”

“Give me two minutes? I need to go to the toilet and clean myself. I will be back in no time.”

“Dadi, I also need to go to the toilet.”

“Okay honey, come with me then.”

Abha was not young anymore, by any standards, but was long mollycoddled by everyone in this household. She was Devyani’s gift to us and she was much loved in her maternal grand-parents’ home as well. So, even though she was perfectly capable of doing her personal things by herself, she enjoyed it when others did them for her, while she behaved as if she were a princess. She was spoiled in that manner. That is why she enjoyed it when someone else bathed her, clothed her, and fed her. Otherwise, Abha was a very well-behaved and sweet girl.

In the bathroom, Kajal explained to her what we were doing. She also told her that Abha was not supposed to it, and we should have been more discrete about it in her presence. Abha told Kajal that she knew about sex but saw it only now. Upon further questioning, Abha told Kajal that Didi (Latika) told her about it, saying that it was important for her to know about sex so that she understood its importance and how to protect herself from any misadventures. Kajal was very happy and proud of Latika and Abha that they behaved in such responsible manner.

When the girls returned to bed, I was awake. Kneeling beside me, Kajal ran her fingers across my chest,

“Hey, my big boy, where had you been?”

“A man has got to rest.” I replied sheepishly. Making love to Kajal was so relaxing that I fell asleep. Or perhaps, I was getting old!!

“Sure has to…” Kajal said smiling, and asked me to, “move over… Mishti too will sleep with us.”

“But why? Mishti… you have your own bed!” I said in mock astonishment. I was happy to sleep with my daughter after such a long time.

“Daddy!” Abha moaned.

“You are so mean!” Kajal complained.

“Abha… my Mishti, you are a big girl now and you must learn to sleep in your own bed.”

“You… don’t want to be close to me?”

“Of course, we do!” Kajal interjected, “Come here!” and invited her in.

“Dadi, may I remove my slip?”

The ‘slip’ really was Abha’s nightdress. She used to call them slip because they could slip from her body very easily.

“Sure honey, if you want to.”

I wanted to object. I mean, who wants to see their daughter naked? But I kept my mouth shut: we had long been a liberal family and I was not one to start being a prude. Moreover, both Kajal and I were naked. It was okay if Abha too wanted to be like that. In one go Abha removed her slip. Although she asked permission only for removing her slip, she next removed her panties as well. It had been over a decade since I saw my daughter naked. She was so beautiful! So very beautiful. Abha happily slipped in between Kajal and me. We soon slipped in to deep sleep.

***

Latika won one silver and one bronze medal in her sprinting events! Kajal, Abha and I fully enjoyed those events and kept shouting at top of our lungs to support Latika. We were super happy and proud at her achievement. Following that, I gifted her the most advanced pair of running shoes that I could find in the market when we returned home. But before that, all four of us went to the Sundarbans for a three-day long vacation! It was so much fun! So much fun.

 

[avsji]

Chetan11 Ashurocket -- more than 10,000 words posted and not a single comment.
Guys, you two are my most regular readers... you can not go without saying a few words.

 

[Ashurocket]

Chetan11 Ashurocket -- more than 10,000 words posted and not a single comment.
Guys, you two are my most regular readers... you can not go without saying a few words.

Dear avsji extremely sorry for not providing any comment. Actually I'm a bit sad on looking the whole thing. Destiny is now being cruel to Amar.

After Rachna's episode, the impression was there that finally Amar's life is getting settled but once again, there is turbulence in his life.

Sunil and mother's life events (as you told earlier are work of fiction and not part of original story) are not counted by me.

let's hope that Amar gets some anchor in his life.


Ashu

 

[avsji]

Dear avsji extremely sorry for not providing any comment. Actually I'm a bit sad on looking the whole thing. Destiny is now being cruel to Amar.

After Rachna's episode, the impression was there that finally Amar's life is getting settled but once again, there is turbulence in his life.

Sunil and mother's life events (as you told earlier are work of fiction and not part of original story) are not counted by me.

let's hope that Amar gets some anchor in his life.


Ashu

Amar's life has been pathetic so far. Yes.
But you must read the story holistically. Think about how it would have been, had i not told about the fictional elements.

 

[Ashurocket]

Amar's life has been pathetic so far. Yes.
But you must read the story holistically. Think about how it would have been, had i not told about the fictional elements.

Dear avsji on a lighter note. In Kayakalp, Farhat got married to Amar.

Can that Amar be this AMAR?

ASHU

 

[avsji]

Dear avsji on a lighter note. In Kayakalp, Farhat got married to Amar.

Can that Amar be this AMAR?

ASHU

Farhat never married Rudra.