Handcuffs

By Raviraj R

It’s Shanaya’s birthday and there has been a gala party in the office – good food, some drinks and a whole lot of fun. Slightly tipsy and looking forward to a nice evening with her friends, she finds a surprise gift on her desk. It’s beautiful and quite mysterious. No names, no wishes… just a small, seductive note with a couple of unusually sensuous gifts.
Who could it be from? A secret admirer who promises a great time, or a prank by her colleagues? She is soon to find out the delicious truth behind The Surprise Birthday Gift.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Srishti Publishers
• Release date: Apr 13, 2017

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HANDCUFFS

RAVIRAJ R.

Srishti

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Copyright © Raviraj R., 2017

This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organisations is purely coincidental.

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To my parents and sister,

for their unconditional support and blind trust.

I love you!

Emotions are one and many, yet all of them are temporary. The only thing permanent is that specific memory. Unfortunately, the memories that don’t belong to us anymore are the ones being revisited once we step down the memory lane, those happy ones that turn us sad now.

– Raviraj R.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

I want you to know a few things before you start reading the book.

This story was an instant idea that bloomed in my mind. A matter of few seconds, I presume. Hence, it became my first full length book that I typed breathing in the same air that my characters lived by, as if they were real. I am not sure if there is much to connect with, but then again, I don’t know what you do within closed doors, do I?

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

The first book for any author is very important. It is to me, at least. Just like a new born baby, that I hold dear the most. There were people who played a key role in making this book happen. It’s a rather long list, I say. Bear with me. I know you will.

I am thankful to my parents and sister, for believing in me when I told them I want to write. For many parents, hell breaks loose when they listen to this, but my parents were supportive. And my sister never made fun of me. I can’t thank you all enough. I love you all the most.

To Sayantan, without whom I wouldn’t have dreamt of being a writer. Thank you for implanting me with the very idea that anyone can write. You gave me a true purpose.

To Sharanya, the first and the most trusted reader of this book. It was your inputs after every chapter that kept me going for the next. If this book goes bad, it’s on you.

To Arup Bose, my publisher, who along with the wonderful team at Srishti Publishers, patiently guided me through the process of publishing this book and presenting it to a wider audience, making it a pleasant experience for me.

To Sudipto, who came in like a god’s blessing to me and helped me out in situations I had no direction to run to escape from. I am in your debt, my friend.

To Pratyusha, you have been a wonderful person. You have taught me many things.

To Debdutta, Damini, Justina, Kangona, Ankit and Priya, for the awesome time we had together. You guys were everything that had kept me motivated to keep writing. Be it a quote, a poem, a short story and now a book. I love you all.

To Akriti, my friend, for those countless words you spoke to me. They always helped.

To my alma-mater, Sainik School Korukonda, and my batch-mates and seniors, for making me who I am today.

To Novoneel Chakraborty, I admire you. Your writings have always pushed me to writing something of my own. This book is the result of that word you gave me unknowingly in your last book – Handcuffs.

PROLOGUE

There are two types of people in this world: the ones who choose their next step carefully. They calculate every step they take in order to shape the future that they desire. And the ones unpredictable, who live their life like today is their last.

Kshitij and Aranya ran into the forest. Aranya was pacing ahead of Kshitij. Perhaps Kshitij deliberately wanted her to. So that whenever he had the chance, he would hold her from behind feeling up her body that was drenched in the rain drops that had been falling at a slow pace since evening. There was a point when Kshitij engulfed her in his strong arms, but Aranya wasn’t the one who would give in to him easily. That was one of the perks of falling in the second category of people. While the others would give in to lust, she loved to tease him more.

There was a point when Kshitij wanted to hold her tight, rip off her top and feel up the softness of her breasts in his palms, but Aranya was not easy. And perhaps it was same reason Kshitij, the one belonging to the first category had fallen to her. He loved her unpredictability. He couldn’t anticipate her next move. There was always something that was left for him to discover. Monotonous was the word that never touched the square of their relationship.

It was 4 p.m. when their car had broken down near the woods on their way to Mirik, Darjeeling. It was Kshitij who drove all the way, rather than the trained driver skilled enough to slide through narrow roads of the mountain valley. Aranya didn’t even allow him to hire a car, rather asked him to rent one.

It’s our time together, Aranya said, I don’t want anyone between us, not even the driver.

It’s dangerous, Kshitij insisted, I am not even skilled enough to drive through these terrains. What if I crash it from the narrow valley?

Then I will happily die with you, she said.

That was the unpredictability Kshitij loved. That was the sole reason he had yielded to each and every wish of hers. Her wish was his command. But his wish was her leverage. She wouldn’t give him what he wanted so easily. She would make him plead for it, beg for it and then fulfilled his desires in a way he would have no complaints whatsoever in the end.

As their car broke down, Kshitij stepped out. He kept his handkerchief above his head. He didn’t want to get sick in the rain, that too in Darjeeling, where it could be dangerous. He opened the bonnet of the car only to find black smoke reeling out of it. Aranya stepped out of the car. She was carefree. She drenched herself in the rain so easily, Kshitij wondered whether she even felt the cold drops on her skin. She looked at Kshitij. He knew what that look meant. He knew what was going to happen. It was easy for him to figure out. What was not easy was how easily he was going to get through that stage of his struggle.

Aranya walked towards the woods on the left side of the valley, where the right side had nothing but clouds. Aranya paced into the woods. Kshitij quickly locked the car and followed her. He couldn’t just leave her. They ran deep into the forest. Aranya entered an abandoned hut. Soon Kshitij followed inside. They were getting hold of their breath.

Though they were cold, desires were burning hot within them. Kshitij was in no position to worry about the luggage they left inside the car. Aranya was his aim now. Though she was his, he had to, every day, make attempts to make her his. Aranya’s eyes were gleaming with lust. They were inviting Kshitij. With slow steps, he advanced towards her. Aranya was pinned to the wall. There was nowhere else she could escape.

The space between them started growing shorter, and their breath gradually increased. Kshitij could feel the warmth of her breath on his face and so could Aranya. As her breasts heaved, his chest gradually suppressed them too. There was no air left between them other than their lips, which were on their verge of unity when Aranya slid her hands down his pants and held his throbbing penis against her palm.

Kshitij couldn’t help but gasp with that sudden sense of excitement. He couldn’t help himself but withdraw from everything he was about to do. He had planned to give Aranya pleasures of his touches but again it was she who took the lead and left him helpless. He could do nothing but moan as she stroked him slowly and steadily. While she increased her speed, Kshitij grew restless. He was on the verge of conclusion when Aranya withdrew away from him and ran outside the hut.

Before Kshitij could understand