This is an 8 part short story written for Blogchatter‘s #MyFriendAlexa. You are reading part 7 of the story. It is advisable to read the part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 and part 6 before you continue reading.
‘Waiting for the storm sweetheart’? She asked in one of her soft melodious voice that could melt someone in happiness within seconds. ‘Ummm baby’, he moaned in the anticipation of something bigger, much bigger. And slowly she turned around without any hesitation to face him.
Instead of looking at her face, Shumbha had his eyes fixated at her breasts, her curvaceous body and the beneath. His heart cart-wheeled upon never seen, such a bare beauty in front of him, naked, waiting to be explored, to fulfill his ever-increasing lust and desire, to dwell deep within her contours till she is exasperated and passed out. A sudden strength of steel was felt under his pants waiting to thrust in and out in a synchronized and experienced rhythm that can put the movements of various huge coordinated machines in ignominy.
Slowly Shumbha turned his gaze towards Ambika’s face to bury his lips over hers and play along with the curves of her bareback. As his eyes came directly in contact with hers an excruciating pain was felt, that he lost all his sudden strength of steel and fizzed into a small and likely peppermint which had started to leak. His feet began to tremble as he visualized alternating faces standing in front of him with a brighter sparkle of luminosity that one can ever imagine.
P p p p ….. Shumbha was left dumbstruck, unable to utter a word as he felt his feet starting to sink under the piece of land where he was standing. Mother Earth has had enough of this and with one stroke of the dagger chopped of his strength of steel and blood flowed like a rivulet finding new ways to flow. The amount of pain that Shumbha felt was overshadowed by what he had just seen. Alternating faces, a known face similar to Ambika’s and a face always seen in books within a split fraction of a second. Before he could realize, the burden of the crushing feet above his head made Shumbha bow his head down in an action seeking forgiveness. More and more force was applied that broke almost each and every bone that Shumbha possessed as he stammered to utter his last word before getting sucked by Mother Earth. The stammered words when joined together formed none other than Parvati.
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