Suddenly Ira turned to me and asked Why do we live?
I am taken aback by her question. I start staring at her face while thinking about the answer of her question. I am unable to think of any answer. In the process I take her hand in my hand and tell her I think I am living to keep these hands in my hands for ever, for whole life. I wish to live to hear my name from your beautiful lips forever. I wish to live to hear your sweet melodious voice. I want to remain entrapped in your big magical eyes. I want to live with you forever.
The ghat is now lit up with bright light. It appears as if someone has transformed the scene by a magical charm by murmuring abracadabra. Colorful reflection of the ghat and surroundings in quietly running water of Ganges is looking divine. The hustle bustle around feels as if everyone has woken up from their slumber. There are sounds of bells and hymns of mantra. We are lost in these divine surroundings for awhile. Suddenly I took Iras hand in my hand told you know Ira, we live to keep this divine moment preserved in our memory forever.
Before writing this book, I took permission from Big Boss (Bade Sahib) because I know they can harm
It is an intriguing story of my encounter with invisible people. This story will give you shrill and force you to sit and wonder, what lies in this world and beyond. Brace down to take a journey never taken before. Unleashing for you a story gravely real, a tale of shamans, the fortune tellers, the faith healers and the Goodman, who are so-called mediums, connectors between worlds.
Unknown, unseen and invisible thrills people. It is a big business, big industry.
It is a story for people of all ages, religions, ethnicity and for all those, whoever wondered what their fortune for the day is in the newspaper or met a tarot reader or fortune teller.
It is a second book of Cynthia series.
First one was Burning desires of Cynthia.
Everybody has a sexual fantasy. They never show it in public but in their private life they try to experiment it. This is what happens in a bedroom.
Love is a pure feeling, can never be defined in words. Love has different colours and people in love always try to please their counterparts and keep them happy, amused. They play out their sexual fantasies in best possible ways but when they cross a limit in seeking such pleasure; they feel heart burn. And they never come to terms with themselves. They ruin their life.
Older people always love the company of young, beautiful woman. Due to their age and physical condition, they seldom satisfy their partner’s sexual urge and extramarital affairs comes into play.
It is a story of a young woman who has gone through these traumas of life but being a woman of a new generation, she never hides her sexual desires but never falls in a wrong trap. She is a happy-go-lucky nature beautiful woman, who ignites the fire in every on lookers.
How did you like my soft blow?
It was a minor incident just to show you my might, nothing but for making Thomas your spy. It was a result of trying to deceive me and thinking me a fool. I had no other better option. I am helpless because of my heart; you are helpless from your habit.
I wanted you to believe that what I can do. For this reason, I presented an ordinary sample to you.
I hope you will understand. I have an ability to clip the wings of a flying bird. You were trying to move from one tree trunk to another, but I have an ability to move from one leaf of a tree to another. Don’t be angry. This was necessary.
You are slaves of your habit. You are helpless of your habit. Perhaps, it is your habit. You understand yourself intelligent and think others just an idiot.
You are not just beautiful but cunning too.
Madam, you took my desire for you as my weakness.
It is true, the moment I look at you my heart pounds fast in an uncontrolled fashion. A strange fire fills in me. For some time, my mind stops to think anything other than you, nothing but you. Your intoxication spreads over me. Your glow, your velvety warm body melting in my arms, these thoughts flow through my veins like lava. Your sensuous waist coils like a snake around me. Your sweet voice and your eyes cast a spell on me. I feel as if you have come from the heavens; it makes me crazy just as your foolishness have made me crazy.