The Most Precious Jewellery

4th April 2015, April is the cruelest month; the trenchant scorching sun scratches the tactile senses. "Shesher Kobita", that shoots itself higher up into the darkness like a citadel. At the roof of Kolkata, beneath the sparkling stars, two hearts were beating in the same wave length. Ronit was sitting on the railing of fifteenth floor; on his lap was his microcosm, his fairy, his Arpita. She was swiping the coruscating phone every passing minute. It was twelve; she looked at her universe, her dawn and with a choked voice whispered, "Happy birthday, shona". Silence prevailed, like mist; their visionary senses were glued at the illuminated profile of the far away Howrah Bridge, which was hammering the dark. 

"I have a gift for you", she uttered. Ronit had an outburst of curiosity and sadness.  

"Gift", he sighed...  

Arpita held his hand and they went inside the apartment, they locked themselves from inside and she opened a little chest and a host of fireflies slowly captured the room, the sparkling flies hovered around them... a heavenly scene it was, the magic of Ronit's fairy. She lighted up the entire candles one by one, the natural yellow flame metamorphosed by hugging the darkness.  

Arpita briskly unwrapped herself, Ronit wanted to say something, but the tears in her eyes prevented it. A Spanish guitar, the paradigm of the fair-sex that men brought up in their mental images that are not physically present or have been conceived, the yellowish light tossed and danced on her white skin, she came close and unravelled Ronit, he didn't have stature in front of her for his sexual attraction. Duffer a loser he was, he wasn't strikingly handsome, or cute, but amidst the crowd of glittering boys he was able to hack her heart. Maybe it was a cobweb woven by his words that captured a fairy. You can see short dressed cheek everywhere but she was Kohinoor, the feast of one's eye like a sports car, the sweetness of one's heart like a candy. And that duffer possessed her. A womanizer might have fucked her every single night but Ronit didn't even cross more than smack of lips, he said it was his respect, others said he was a fucked up duffer. 

But that night had other intentions, her figure had an éclat on Ronit, her tears made their way through her throat and made her breast their victim... they came closer... seduced... his lips wandered her breast and tracked down the alleys of tears to her pink petals, his hands accompanied her bare back, the pain that Ronit had showed themselves in form of tears, the kisses were hard and full of hunger, they both weren't promiscuous, but with the intensity of the night, they were losing each other, it wasn't a déjà vu for them. But they weren't concerned about meeting each other halfway, the rapid twists were intermittent, his hands wandered his body, she kept those on her breast, he could feel the rapid ups and downs of her chest for heavy breathing, he could feel those getting harder, his lips tasted her lips, her fingers disappeared in his hair, she kept descending his head, each touch of his lips on her skin were like the touch of sun rays on sunflowers...  

Though the atmosphere was sepulchral, he kissed, she hold him, he squeezed, she clenched the bed sheet, he scratched , she moaned, he sucked she stretched her body, moaned hard, an upheaval took place, their eyes lingered at each other for pleasure, tears were still showing their presence, her eyes voicing to pierce her, they entangled themselves into the heavenly pleasure, he unlocked the locked, the shadows melted into one mould, the augmentation of pain evaporated into pleasure, like the evaporated water turns into rain and flower the dessert, her legs were twisted with his legs like climber plants... Sex has various aspects, he wasn't faster, she didn't want him to be faster, but he was just the way she wanted or, maybe, as the destiny wanted, she pressed his head against her breast, her body was like a roller coaster with ups and downs, she had the ability to turn a bed room into the situation that prevailed when the world was created and chaos reigned, a storm she was. Her moans divided the silence like a hot knife on butter...... 

It had been 25 minutes, the game was over, he was having a sleep on her breasts, and her hands wrapped him tightly, but she knew she couldn't resist the cold hands of death, times creation was going to return to time's chest. We all are evanescent. A flower that smiles also dies. And this time the victim was her Ronit, a patient of last stage Blood Cancer, who got his last birthday gift. A gift that starts with physicality and ends in metaphysical promise. A promise that nobody can ever posses Arpita after Ronit, she knew that her parents would never agree, so to keep her promise she started making another Ronit inside her, she gifted him a promise that cost her virginity her purity, which is the MOST PRECIOUS JEWELLERY A WOMAN POSSESS…