Women And Their Love Stories

Four women are present in an interview. The interviewer welcomed them with a cheerful smile and gratitude as if they have made the interviewer’s event so successful in attending her interview today. Yes, the interview continued as so many episodes or serials, anyway tv channels are clever enough in sponsoring some events without more effort just demonstrating the real stories adding more spices.

Interviewer---- ‘welcome: welcome all to my studio I am so grateful to you all, I can not express my gratitude, my joy knows no bound to express it. Yes, I am going to share your precious experiences with my viewers. I feel proud of that.’ 

 All women at a time said, ‘it is okay, we too thankful to zee, sony, and Sahara all television channels or studios for calling us for our interviews which we want to share with our viewers’   

‘I will request first Usha Ji to share her experience with us’ said Indira, the intelligent interviewer.

Usha--- love, a sense, a sensation of multi-color rangoli which we pour in lover’s minds, Lord Krishna was able to motivate his lover for such divine love. The body thrilled in love his sense of the flute he plays or the appearance he gives to his lovers. I was scared while I had been engaged with the groom who was forty-five years older when I was only thirteen years old. I was sent back to my parents' house after marriage. When I was matured and got periods then only I again was married in my in-laws' house and I was accepted as a bride. I was physically able to spend my fourth night or honeymoon there then. Do you think I was mentally ready for such a day? No, I was shivering like a deer in the tiger’s hold when I met him first. He just lifted me up shamelessly to his bed while I was sitting on the floor. He was my father’s age at that time. I just could feel regard for him nothing else. How can I sleep with a man who is my father’s age, I could not imagine. Yes, my mother, sister, and friends all had consoled me. They had described me about marriage and honeymoon. Still, then I could not reconcile the fact that. how can I sleep with my father age? I touched his feet, he laughed shameless way.

 

He asked me ‘Hey, what are you doing, no need of praying me as a god. I am your husband only. Come on to the bed. I want to love, care and kiss you. Nothing else’. Nothing else I could not get that time. But when I was in her hold, he caressed me, he loved me, he kissed me slowly, slowly he unclothed me there started the struggle of my mind. I hesitated to open my saree. I could not see him in shame I hid my face. He forcibly pulled me. He forcibly opened all. Then I felt pain in my body and mind both. While I was screaming in pain for the pain, it was my first delivery when I was fourteen years old. A nurse came to my in-laws home who washed with hot water fomentation and dressing in cloth, the small newborn baby was beside me. Special note—[The whole conversation was presented like a picture scene wise, the marriage event, the fourth-night scene, then the time of delivery of her first child when she was fourteen years old. Again they all turned in to the interview scene.]

Ushaji-----‘ I could not think of my life. What it is! It is a blessing or curse of God who gives birth to a girl life. The sex and duty both together, we need to carry on along with the kid’s upbringing. I did not know how to hold a child and feed her breastfeeding, my breast to getting wet with milk. I had to remain there being cut off from all like one untouchable mother as if I did a crime. No one touched me. I slept down with all dirty clothes and sarees. It is the custom. After twenty-one days passed away, we both mother and baby took bath and led a normal life. At night we were allowed to sleep in the bed. I was shivering in fear because my husband expected me to allow him to be close to me. Though I tried to avoid with so many excuses, at least I got a chance to escape in the name of my daughter but, no, after one month he felt restless. He was angry for small things, there I had to take care of full family, cooking, all household works, cleaning, etc. We had to look after the baby. After six months, I was again pregnant.                

                                 

Indira asked, ‘how was your health condition? were you ready mentally for the second pregnancy?’ ‘Please narrate all in detail. Here, every time we see the passion, the secret urge, the emotional or sentimental feelings, the women want to share with their own family members so intimately but secretly. They have badly been the prey of the situation, the tragic influence of the circumstances or the impact of their own bad fortune. They have struggled a lot against their bad luck but, they could not be successful in avoiding awkward situations. They have to tolerate the outcome or consequences of bad luck.’ 

Ushaji----There was no question of willingness or self-control on such natural things then, they considered it as vice if we deny being pregnant. If one wife avoids or disagrees to do sex that was the only reason for menstruation time. The wife cannot be pregnant as long as she feeds the child but due to my health problem, I weaned the breastfeeding so soon, the kids depended on outside cow milk so that, I became pregnant frequently in each year gap, like this I gave birth to eight children’.

Indira----- ‘Here the main point I ask you. Had you ever been fallen in love with anyone according to your choice?’ please share with us your life story.

Ushaji-----‘yes, obviously I was in deep love with when I was at the age of thirty-two years old, the real time of my true romance and search of a loving partner, I was always in search of a love partner. Maybe the reason I never find love image in my husband, I respected him as an elderly person and I was doing sex as a duty to carry on my family life. My co-sister’s son, who is the real son of my husband’s first late wife, who was at that time thirty-five years old, when we both loved each other so much. He was in need of both motherly and lover’s love what he found in me after my marriage. He was very close to me. He used to help me in all household works, he was bringing up my children, his brothers, and sisters so lovingly with care and responsibility as if they are his own children. we did sex secretly in the backyard and firm house, where no one comes, we used to meet at night silently when all go to sleep. I used to go pond before morning because, women were not allowed to take a bath in the daylight, they were supposed to take a bath in the early morning. That was a way to escape from the house, then we meet in the firm house secretly.

I take bath and come back in the morning, my son used to guard me so no one doubts. He also carries water from well. The scene was followed as a romantic scene. The small thatched hut, one small house straw roof, all side closed, one attached small kitchen. Both mother and son entered the rooms slowly without noise. As soon as Usha enters the room, her son Suraj takes her lover mother in his hold, he holds her tightly as if she cannot escape from his hold, so tightly he hugs her, then Usha feels little nervous, she looks here and there then she kisses her son so intimately and passionately, she kisses his lips his eyes and she feels very excited and thrilled. Her son whispers in her ears ‘mama I love you. Whom do you love me or your own son?’ 

Usha feels weak she says, ‘obviously all but, you are the most. you are my lover son. I am thirsty. I want to drink more. Usha opens her blouse and saree. She feels so happy to unclothe her as she was not scared of or she was not shy in front of her son because she did not regard him as a god, she simply loved him as her lover whom, she had been searching for from a long time, her body was searching the touch, the romantic touch, caring and passionate kisses of her lover, Who can fulfill her desires, her sexual and romantic desires of her body, one nostalgia to feel him more and to explore his young body more. Suddenly she was scared, she was scared with the imaginary fear of her husband, if he comes to know the truth, the secret of her love for her son, she started crying in fear. She cried both in pain and fear, no let me go, my son, I can not hide anymore, it is too late if someone sees us.’

The darkness going, dawn falling with the red light of the rising sun, the sun will peep through, he is the witness of our love I will have to go, leave me now, again late night I will come. Then her son slowly becomes normal, he comes back to the sense, he leaves her from his tight hold again he pulls her towards him, he kisses her passionately on her lips, eyes, cheek, chin and her fair big boobs which have nourished her eight kids one by one every year. Still, she looks so beautiful so young so awesome with her fair body little fat on her belly and thigh and hands but, she looks very beautiful and sexy, for her son.

Another lady said, same is my case, my husband died when I was twenty-two years old but, my son was small, my brother in law proposed me to marry as he was in love with me that time, he was eighteen years old and studying in college, I waited another five years as widow until he finished studies then we married in temple. After marriage I had four children from my second husband, that is my brother in law but, I really loved him.

Indira---yes, please tell the viewers and readers your personal experiences. Let many shares with you the same love story they had been undergone in their life’s so secretly.

The woman narrated her life story as a romantic spicy filmy style.

Sital Ji----I loved my son in law of my co-sister who was ten years elder to me. He was so involved in me, so we had a family quarrel, my daughter and her daughter are of the same age. We both were in delivery rooms at the same time, my son in law was very caring, even I had a child from him secretly that no one knew. Though she was my stepdaughter and son in law, I never made injustice to them. I always loved them more than my own children, I take care of their needs. They also regard me a lot. My son in law never makes any difference in between my children his small brother and sister in laws and his own brother in law and sister in law. Even he was so much attached to me that, he never neglected me. He loved me more than his own mother and wife. So I was all in one, his mother in law as well as his most wanted and desired lover. He was elder to me because my stepdaughter was the same my age. When I was pregnant at that time my daughter was also carrying her first pregnancy. We both delivered two sons at our home. I gave birth to two twins.

She gave birth to her first son, like this one by one, every one or two years gap we used to give birth to our children. I had eight children. She had also delivered four daughters and four sons. So our children are of the same age. They got their company but, they mentioned the relation as uncle and aunty which was a very amazing relation. I had to take care of my children along with my step daughter’s children. I had to manage all, otherwise, my elderly husband was furious in anger if I neglected anyone from my stepchildren side. There was a fear of being blamed easily as I am their stepmother. I regarded my husband as a father more than a husband. I was very conscious of all traditions and customs as we are from a very rich dynasty and my husband was the landlord of the village so, all expected me to be the most caring. One Devi or angel image woman, one landlord’s wife is a godly image for the villagers. I was tired of my duty while my son in law helped me in my every action like a true life partner.

Indira---wow, so exciting and interesting is your secret love life. we could have a thorough insight of woman’s real love life, the mental support, and the sexual urge, the comfort she seeks in her own relation only, the true love relationship she shares with her own family relation secretly but it is natural beyond all vice, immoral and guiltiness.

Sital ji---‘He was loving me so intensely so devotedly that, he was behind me in my all actions, decisions, and duty. That is why I could be able to manage all without any stress or frustrations. He knew that I was doing sex as my duty, it was a relation not more than any commitment or duty to both my family in a balanced way. Our love stories became more intense when I went for a religious tour or pilgrimage with my son in law as my escort. It was really one unique story, we used to stay in ‘Dharamsala’ or pilgrim house but, in a single room. We used to enjoy our sex lives so nicely so secretly that no one could suspect us. We used to see all temples and spiritual places but, that was not my age of old age or spiritual quest rather I was searching my real true love, real sex partner who can satisfy my unsatisfied sexual desires and all secret mental support or needs of my lonely life.

She explained again, I used to regard my husband as my master or father. I obeyed his command only. I never enjoyed sex but I was carrying out it as my duty only. My son in law was my real sex partner, he satisfied me and he could be so contented with my sexual activity. As I was very caring as well as demanding on his sexual life so, he was very devoted and caring for my sexual needs and demands, he considered it as his duty as a son in law to carry out my order or command but, he more loved me as a true and honest lover in satisfying my sexual desires or needs. He was extra alert and conscious of my needs as he was having the feeling of injustice that God did to my fate or life being married to one aged person of my father’s age’.

Sital ji---‘So we enjoyed our sex nights so nicely every day as if life had given us a chance to live ten times more in one limited span of life or fixed period of time. I lived triple times more my life, the desires of my life. Yes, I was pregnant of his child but, it was a vice so, we were forced to abort the child then, others would also suspect us wrongly for our mistakes. Whole day and night we were in Dharamsala not wasting our precious time, we were just busy in sexual lovemaking. We just went two-three times to visit the temples otherwise we were imprisoned in the room whole day and night just spending time in sex and love.

Even we ate together, we shared all together, not a single moment we spent uselessly except lovemaking. Whenever we feel like we were doing sex in any condition or mood. We made the mood quickly feeling that if we would get such a chance again or not. So almost all the time we were busy in love making the time.’

The time they spent in the Dharamsala was shown as one episode in filmy style how they did romance there, one month stay or pilgrimage’s exploration of life, beyond all moral and spiritual search, one unique life. The bed was decorated with scented colorful flowers and I was dressed with colorful sarees and makeup, kajal, powder rouse, and lipstick instead of white saree and spiritual makeup with Chandan or kumkum.

Sital Ji---‘ I was forced to obey all sanctity, spiritual rituals and obligations of my life as one old aged mother whereas, I had not reached that age of oldness, I was only forty-five years old that time, while I had given birth to eight children all grown up stage so, it was natural that I was considered as seventy years old woman who was supposed to observe all divine penance and rituals. As my husband was eighty years old during that time and I was thirty-five years smaller to him. I was forced to observe all the rituals against my wish or willingness.’

Indira---‘ Awesome, fantastic, so thrilling, adventurous and exciting the secret love stories of your life’s. We are fortunate enough that we could share all your tragic, pathetic heart touching incidents and occurrences of your life but, they are very interesting and exciting. Our readers and viewers are fortunate enough who could see and listen to the real true lovely romantic experiences of our guests. Women, who appealed the heart, soul of our true lovers. Who really taught us the life as a message, a serious inner meaning which reveals always that, ‘live the life fully with all duties, grievances and abundant responsibilities but never detach from the urge or passion of the life, love your life and live it completely as you desire it’. How you perceive life, life also perceives you the same way. That is the significance and charm of life. Once you deny or close the path of your love for other family members then, you are overburdened with your own worries and duties. Neither you can perform your duties properly nor you can enjoy your life fully which is god gifted to you as a woman, the creator, and preserver of all. The resources, energy, the overflowing image of love, along with the continuous recreation of life energy carries on from woman to woman.

The women taught us not to lose hope, confidence from their life’s along with abundant miseries, physical pain, torture, and exploitation. They have endured a lot. They have immense patience, vital rickey energy within them that, they can heal all pain. They can withstand all pain mental and physical along with carrying the creator’s so many creations, maintaining and carrying all needs, sanctity, traditional moral idealism of the dynasty and the family but maintaining all secret intricate love relation among the family members so delicately and lovingly. The art of their living, the agony of their heart, the sexual need of their physical pain in a more subtle and delicate way of expressing their passion and ecstasy in romance and sexual love, one intensity to cross all limit. The moral, the sanctity but the sexual urge to feel one completeness, one woman’s fulfillment, the natural human instinct or desire to get it along with all topmost duties and social obligation in their childhood age. Sex is not vice, keeping a secret sexual relationship with other neither is a vice nor they lose sanctity, piousness of their womanhood rather they experience the fulfillment of their lives and love, a true love in their life which God or nature has given them as a divine blessing in disguise. Here we end the interview. Thanks to all.