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Beauty / Shringar – Navras 1 – Five Sentence Fiction

Shringar

Shringar 

The king walked into the maze which decided only the one that found the way out would go to heaven and rest?

After several turns he stood there mesmerised by her beauty, she looked like a goddess in the saffron green silk attire with ornaments of gold and precious gems covering her well defined curves.

Her face radiant, eyes big enhanced with kohl, fragrant flowers around her hair and her tantalizing smile luring him further, he confirmed to make it to the goal and a sense of triumph to reach heaven won his heart.

“She is mine!” his confidence and pride took over as he tried to wrap her in his arms, she laughed loud as he turned to ashes, another victim gave in to lust and attachment.

Her smile faded as she transformed into one with long protruding teeth, a huge body and burnt hair, the curse would end for the goddess only when a king would not give in to her beauty – Shringar for others was meant to enhance beauty for her was a curse.

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After our successful and pleasurable journey through A-Z April Challenge, Shashank (embarkwithmythoughts) and I are delighted to bring to you nine beautiful emotions that make the Nav Ras. A rasa (Sanskrit: रस lit. ‘juice’ or ‘essence’) denotes an essential mental state and is the dominant emotional theme of a work of art or the primary feeling that is evoked in the person that views, reads or hears such a work.

The Natyasastra identifies nav rasas with eight corresponding Bhava (mood) and this month we will try to win your hearts with our five sentence fictions on each bhava. Hope you enjoy it!

Today’s emotion – Shringar (शृङ्गारं) Dressing up, Love, Attractiveness. Presiding deity: Vishnu. Colour: Green.

Information: Wikipedia

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Take Me Now! – Wild Seduction

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Rohan rang the doorbell twice with no answer. He stood there shifting his weight from one foot to another for five minutes thinking of the heated argument over a silly issue he had with Ananya in the morning. He placed his heavy laptop bag down and got the key to open the door.

The dark teak wood door opened in a lavish living room, a gush of cool but humid breeze brushed his face. The wind chime danced to the tune of the zephyr as it made its way through the full length sliding window. The room was dark, lights off and aromatic lavender candle burnt in a remote corner.

He walked to the window and stood there watching the dark clouds over distance sea from his 24th floor penthouse.  A light sound of an anklet tingling caught his attention to the single couch on another corner. He turned.

In the dim candle light her smooth skin radiated to the contrast of the black satin gown, the faint figure in the dwindling light appeared her to be sprawling seductively across the couch. His eyes moved from her inviting face to her voluptuous figure, the satin slip creasing exactly at the right curves. He moved forward with the sound of her anklets as she playfully moved her feet.

“What’s the plan?” he softly whispered lowering his face to hers.

“To apologize…to say sorry” smiling playfully she turned lying on her stomach.

Rohan dragged the pads of his fingers from the butt to the back of her thighs over to her calves and stopped the tingling of the anklets as he kissed her toes.

“Ah that tickles” she turns to sit facing him.

“So who’s saying sorry today?” he asks holding her close to his lips.

“You….” Ananya alluringly moves her tongue across his neck.

He unties her hair as she wraps the same scarf around his wrists. Rohan seems so beguiling his body warm and tasting sultry.

Holding his neck gently she climbs to sit across him and settles on his thighs. Passion unleashes when the lips greedily devour as Ananya starts to move. The craving deepens with Ananya’s every ride. Her palms settle on his masculine chest as she parts from his lips to move steadily to his broad shoulders.

Rohan unable to contain the temptation struggles to pull his hands off the scarf. In the next moment he embraces her encapsulating her under him to drop lightly on the floor his fingertips feeling her tattoo.

“Take me now!” she whispers biting his earlobe. The Victoria’s Secret thong with the satin slip are swung and thrown in a jiffy. Raw passion and endless love alternate as he fills her repeatedly with all the love he has. It lasts long before they consummate the light tiff with mutual affection as the drizzle from the falling rain lightly fall on them.

He seals the night with a gentle kiss repeating the question, “So, who’s saying sorry?”

“What sorry?” she sees him smile as the candle burns its end to the final flame.