Alankruta

Winter night. The whole city was frozen in the killer cold. The traffic on the highways was also reduced to freezing cold today. Poor families lying on the sidewalk with bare taps were barely undressing and warming the children. The neon lights of the city streets were also brightly lit today. The garden lights of a 'Nisharg villa' away from the city were still on, as if waiting for someone to come. That lifeless light falls knew that someone was waiting for someone in the villa. In the luxurious bedroom of the villa, Alankruta took off her sari early today and wore a transparent nightie. It also slowed down the bedroom lighting. The ornament went to the dressing table of the bedroom. Turn on the dressing table lights. She stared at her own beauty in the mirror. Alankruta was still thirty years old. Her physique was amazing and beautiful enough to embarrass any actress. She looked like a nymph with a white complexion, pointed nose, deer-like eyes and black curly hair. Yes, there was a kind of dignity in her beauty. Her personality was modest. After all, she was a woman, wasn't she? He looked carefully in the mirror once more. She was looking at her own breast. Touched from below gave a little smile. She was also a little embarrassed to see her own beauty. She speaks: ‘hey Alankruta! What are you doing Are you in love Isn't foolish gone? ' Herself replied: "Yes, but I stayed in London for a month and came to India today. This is how I will meet my Mister today after 30 days. How long can I live without them? I am also a woman! If only my age! ' Alankruta took a bottle of perfume from the dressing table. He sprayed lightly on his body. Also, She says: ‘Ali, a little perfume. He is allergic to perfume. He's a doctor, and he's a gynecologist. ' Alankruta again thought to herself: ‘Gynek is so what happened? My husband is! Just touching other women? Am I not his wife? ' And he got annoyed with the wrongly . He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was half past nine in the morning. "When he went to the hospital today, he told me I would be back at eight o'clock at night. But have not yet arrived. These doctors must not be married and Gynecoma must not be married at all. If one of the other women falls in love, come to me! ' And she swelled her mouth and sat on the bed again supporting Oshika. It was said that Alankruta's husband Dr. Abhisar Sharma was a well-known doctor of the city. He was also going to give lectures on fertility in various medical institutes of the country. Dr. Abhisar Sharma and Alankruta were married five years ago. Alankruta came back from London today after a full month. And today once again her husband did not arrive home on time. Alankruta picked up the mobile phone. Connecting the phone to her husband, she said: "Where are you?" ‘At the clinic,’ Abhisar replied. Alankruta said, ‘Speak the truth, otherwise I will make a video call. Are you at the clinic or not? ' Abhisar said: ‘Oh dear! I'm just leaving now. One patient came from far away. ' "So I'm not your patient?" "You are my wife." ‘So the wife doesn’t care?’ ‘Yes.’ Alankruta said with artificial anger: "If the housewife is away for a month, she also has some expectations. Don't know that much? Abhisar said: "Just, I'm leaving, Kruta." Alankruta hung up the phone before speaking so much. Abhisar used to call Alankruta 'Kruta' and Alankruta used to call her husband only 'Abhi'. "" " Alankruta waiting for her husband, picked up a magazine lying next to the bedroom to pass the time. He turned the pages. She stared at a romantic picture on the glazed page in between. The picture showed a young American man pulling his sweetheart close to him. Seeing that, Alankruta spoke alone: ​​‘Abhi! When will you love me like this? ' That's when the doorbell rang. She went down. The door opened. Seeing Abhisar in the threshold, he smiled. But soon she got angry and ran inside. Abhisar asked: "Why are you angry?" "Why not?" ‘You have a right to be angry with me but what should I do? That's the doctor's job! Abhisar then clarified: "Why, from now on in night clothes?" Arranging the dining table at the dining table, Alankruta said: "Yes, I wish it wouldn't be tomorrow morning. I have returned home from London for a whole month and I wish you. Anything? Let's talk about Javado. Now wash your hands and feet. Ready to eat. I'm hungry too. ' Abhisar went to the bedroom with smiling. Washed hands and feet, changed clothes and came down to the dining hall. The two of them went to the bedroom again. Alankruta now turned off the lights on the dressing table. The room was now dimly lit. Alankruta was engulfed in his sod just before Abhisar took Alankruta in his vicinity. Abhisar spoke: ‘Kruta! How was your tour of London? ' Alankruta said: "I don't want to talk today." ‘So?’ Instead of answering the question of convergence, Alankruta silenced her husband's lips. A few moments passed. It was getting cold outside now. Even the noise on the road was now silent. Rhetoric today needed silence, silence. Even the dim brown light of the bedroom seemed to be ashamed of the beauty of Alankruta. Now only a few breaths of wool understood each other's language. Other than that everything was quiet, quiet, no one wanted to disturb him. - and suddenly the mobile phone of Abhisar rang. Rhetoric: "If anyone has a phone, you don't have to pick it up today." Abhisar spoke: "What if there is an important phone?" ‘Am I not important to you? I came from London a month later. Don't have any aspirations? ' The conversation between the two continued. After a while the phone rang. Abhisar did not pick up the phone. The ornament slipped close to the convergence. Abhisar spoke: "Are you happy now?" ‘Yes… very much. You must not forget that I am your wife. You also have some duties for me. I like a husband who is mine, just me alone! ' "But you are a motivational speaker." ‘So am I going to die, woman? I speak to the audience and the ideal wife to the husband. ' Abhisar asked: "What is the definition of an ideal wife?" Rhetoric speaks: "Nobel Woman in Indian ethics has described some of the characteristics of a noble woman." Abhisar asked: "Where?" Speaking about the characteristics of ornate women: ‘Karyeshu Mantri, Karneshu Dasi, Bhojyeshu Mata, Shayaneshu Rambha… Dharmanukula Kshamaya Dharitri - such a woman should be. Abhisar asked: "So?" Alankruta speaks: ‘That is, a noble woman is one who is a minister at work, a maid in housework, a mother at meal time, a rambha (nymph) in the bedroom, flexible in religion and like the earth in forgiveness. This is the best feminine feature. It's rare to find such a wife. ' ‘Oh!’ "And remember that right now I am your nymph in the bedroom." But then the bell of Abhisar's mobile phone rang again.... ( Coming soon chapter ~ 2 )