Book 1
The clock chimed seven times and she knew that there was still more fifteen minutes when the time on the clock would actually read 7. The birds' chirpings echoed very mildly in her ears. She could see the outline of the shining, dark reddish, golden and a mixture-of-she-know-not colored sun setting over the curvature of the spheroidal earth. Seeing a pair of romantic crows flying in tandem with a particular thick grey cloud after their day long foraging, the green-eyed monster within her was aroused. It started consuming her at a pace the tortoise outsmarted the hare. By the time she had finished admiring herself in the nearby mirror, it had engulfed her completely. When she could no longer bear the brunt of the agony, she started screaming “I, Alicia, am more beautiful than those - those ugly wretched birds and yet here I am sitting and wailing alone like the mangy cur across the road". As she was beautiful, she was already the object of envy among her peers. Her peacock haughtiness and overbearing nature proved to be a detrimental in maintaining an amicable relationship with her comrades and she was left with none except herself. After seeing that pair of crows, she was utterly upset of the fact that when her beauty surpassed everything else in the vicinity and every non-pretty tom,dick and harry had managed to grab someone as their partner or at the very least ministered to "lose" themselves by way of hook or crook. But, she, who was more beautiful than the most beautiful, did neither until then. It hurt her inflated ego and pride. Feeling completely lost and lonely, she wept and wept and wept until her very lachrymose began to cry to her saying there were no more tears left to shed. No one heard her wailing except herself and the bright bulb over her head which was swaying its delightful red light across the length and breadth of the room. The sudden clangor of the door bell, which caused tiny vibrational changes in the air and ultimately a soon-would-be butterfly effect, startled her. Her despair repaired by itself when she saw him walking into the room with the grace and the charisma of a Greek God, touched here and there with a slight tinge of arrogance like the omnipotent Zeus. For a moment, Alicia felt the time was slowing itself to an abrupt halt. He was way beyond handsome and she knew that he was the epitome of "mirror-cracking material". To her utter bewilderment, she felt he was approaching her. Alicia could not believe it. Her dream was almost coming true. She rubbed her eyes to make sure that it was not a dream. He was still proceeding towards her with the same grace and charm. Still not convinced, she hit the aclose wall and the aching cracking pain affirmed her confirmation that the reality is far more painful and joyful than the dreamiest dream. She felt very happy. The red light continued to glow even more brightly.
As she had anticipated, he came and promptly sat beside her. Her heart appeared to palpitate fast, then faster and then faster than the fastest heart beat she had encountered in her life. She knew that if she could not control the beatings, her aortas might burst out from the strain of the tremendous amount of fluid flowing into it. Noticing her awed expression over him, he inched even more closely to her and his proximity to her was such that he could smell her distinctly distinct odor. Immediately it was his turn now to be completely enamored by her. Her smell began to intoxicate him; from slight to mild to moderate to intense to the level that he suddenly blurted out saying 'Fair and lovely’. In that split-second, he knew he had lost his controlled self-assurance and wondered how she could have possibly unseated his state of unperturbabilitiness. At the same time, Alicia was imagining how his voice might sound and hearing this sudden compliment from him, it threw her off-guard out rightly. But, she managed to regain her composure and politely replied 'Thank You'. Now, it was his turn to be bewildered as to why she said 'Thank You' and then it hit him like a boomerang that she had misconstrued his 'fair and lovely' to be a compliment when he had actually meant the flavor of 'fair and lovely'. Grinning to himself, he knew it was better to not to explain or reason out things to anyone, for, reasons are like tomatoes and onions garnishing a chicken biryani and it is the crux which is vital and important. They must indeed certainly be kept at a distance of parsec. When such reasoning was going within him, in the mean time, Alicia's head was saturated with his unflattering and un-unctuous compliment. If he were to ever compete with a nightingale in any singing competition, she knew that the nightingale would lose miserably. Such was the sweetness of his voice that it just kept reverberating in her head in an infinite loop without any break. His deep resonating verbalizations were more than sweetness. It was inherently God like him.
When he entered the place, he was plainly looking for "someone - Anyone" to quench his insatiable desire. But now, he knew he had found his real someone. Alicia was more than excited and forgot all about her wailings which had happened earlier in the day. For, she knew, he was not mere "anyone". She did not know why but she felt a magnetism of some sort virtually happened to attract her to him. He was her real someone to her. But still, she had that element of doubt bothering her - whether he is the right person for her. Analyzing the situation and noticing that either of them were having their own private conversation, he knew that someone had to break the ice in order to have a real conversation.
He intervened and asked her enquiringly with his saccharine smile reaching his pellucid eyes 'Shall we’? For a fleeting second, she thought it was a flashing lightning which was flashing before her eyes and then she understood it was just the color of his smiling teeth. All this while, she was under the false presumption that she was the only most beautiful being to have been ever created in this world and to be in the accompany of such a thorough, consummate and flawless Greek God, she did not know what was making her to imagine such vivid imaginations. Anyhow, she had no reason to dislike them for she liked it, as she liked him very much. Very very much. With a not-so-overdoing eager smile, she replied coyly 'We shall'.
Seconds after she had said it, she felt a knife cutting across her and instantly she knew he undid her very effortlessly. She could feel the chillness of the night's air and it gave her a tingling sensation mixed with an enormous expanse of excitement which initially had started to permeate and then pervade all throughout her exposed nubile body. Under that glowing red light, she could see the silhouette of his perfectly chiseled hard physique which matched with his external demeanor. But, it was his deadly ballistic missile which caught her rapt attention. The very sight of the potent missile stimulated her senses to the most. She wanted the missile to be launched as early as possible.
He came very close to her such that his weapon of mass destruction, already on the verge of explosion, touched her tender bare skin slightly, thus making her to be even more chemically active and reactive. That gentle ‘accidental’ slightest touch sent a spine-chilling vibrancy across her body. Thinking he was going to kiss her, her eyes automatically shut themselves. Instead, she felt him reaching for her ears and whisper innocently 'what is your favorite number?’ Utterly distracted by this question of thought yet understanding the deeper meaning behind it, she replied in the same innocent but mischievous tone '69'. He knew then she was not only beautiful but also intelligent. He liked that combination very much and suddenly his libidinous impulse started to rise. He felt his frequency tuning itself to hers when he heard her asking him 'And yours would be?' Stressing on every possible syllable with a slow pause, he replied in a sexy cheeky manner 'S-E-X-T-Y-N-I-N-E' which made her giggle uncontrollably. He loved her and loved her even more when she smiled. Her laughter grew into hysterics. He patiently waited for her to finish her laughter. It was sometime before her hysterical laughter had subsided. Alicia looked at him lovingly and she knew that he was THE one. 'It is my first time' she told him truthfully and awaited his reaction. She could not detect anything, for, his countenance revealed nothing but she heard his sweet-flowing divine voice proclaiming 'Let us enjoy our first time together', making her to smile with relief.
It started raining and they could hear the distant clap of thunder breaking the silent silence around them. Without any fore-warning, the ballistic missile hurled itself into the deep chasms of absolute bliss. She had seen many a nail being hammered on its head by the hammer. Now, she understood the nail's nailing pain whenever it was been hit by the brute hammer. She felt an unbearable pain initially but as the missile began to uncover her secret hidden areas, she started flushing with blushingment. And when it penetrated deeper and deeper into the inaccessible areas in search of the unadulterated ecstasy, it turned her on. She skillfully maneuvered the torpedo within the restricted limits of her forbidden corridor in a strictly unrestricted fashion. The intense friction began to increase her temperature feverishly. Her latent potential energy was beginning to get cooked and be converted into kinetic energy, and was looking for a desperate way to give her the relief which Alicia badly needed. The heat, so generated, then began to escape out of her system through her constant emissions of ooh's and aah's. Hearing her voice echoing her pleasurable pleasure, he further increased his tempo - in smaller amplitudes from time to time. Her moaning was now turning into rhythmic crescendos dancing to the unmitigated tune of her lovable torpedo. The grinding gadget started to rub-off her semi-viscid fluid, which started to flow out of her body in minute quantities. By her looks and expressions, he knew she loved it very much. The missile then started to show its true color and power with full vigor. Her excitement mounted and mounted like a soon-to-be-erupting volcano. The crescendo lopsided from the lovable moan to a screech to a high-pitched scream. But still, there was no respite from the murderous missile. It pulverized into her, cutting and exploring and saying "hi" to each and every tissue and nerve. Her pain went beyond the realms of unbearableness. It was then Alicia realized the true meaning of the maxim "No Pain. No Gain". She enjoyed every minute of it. Finally, the threshold had reached its maximum where her excitement and pain were in communion with each other and she exploded into million droplets of juicy juice. Synchronously, it was the exact moment where she hit the top-most note in-sync with the thundering thunder. Instantly, he knew it was over and gave her time to gulp the pristine rain-filled air for relaxing her over-heated and over excited body. He withdrew his powerful ballistic missile cautiously, now soaked with broken tissues and semi-viscous fluids. He patted it gently and said in an affectionate tone 'A job well done for a first timer '. Alicia's insides were squirming with pain yet it was more than just a pain. She was very tired with excitement. She laid back and closed her eyes, thinking about him. Alicia was starting to fall in love with this Greek God. He had always wanted to know how it will be like. Seeing her in deep contemplation, he clandestinely tasted the 'juice' of his hard toiled labor. It was superlicious. ‘Ah!' was the only thing he could utter after the exhaustingly exhaustive and enjoyable sacred ritual. Inhaling the odor of the freshness of petrichor, he too started to become relaxed. The petrichor gave him the much needed soothing effect which he very much desired at that moment. He moved quietly and was alongside her. She opened her bubbly eyes and smiled at him. He smiled at her angelic face and he knew then that he was head over heels in love with her - A love in accordance to his very own version and definition of 'love' of which he had envisioned all his life. When he framed its definition, he was unsure whether he would find his definition of ‘love’ for real. But, he was certain of one thing. He will surely find his ‘love’ someday, somewhere but certainly he did not expect he would find it in the place he was in right now. He knew that she too reciprocated the same love for him which he felt for her but she did not show it to him just like the way he was doing it to her. He decided that she was his ultimatum and prerogative and that he is going to profess his love to her. But, before that, he thought, there was something else which needed to be done. That certain thing. Sure, he was going to do that too, for, he wanted everything to be perfect and even the slightest deviation from the perfection would result in their unhappiness for the rest of their life. Thinking thus, he gave her an even bigger smile which brought her again to be on top of him. ‘Ready. Set. One. Two. Three. Go’ . They said it together at the same time, looked at each other and started laughing and began their exercise from the scratch again.
Witnessing the entire romantic sexcapade was the only other person in that room - The red light.
End of Book 1
To be continued...................
