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Rati: Purest Culmination of the Goddess lies in Heresy

Kiran Mishra

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A soft grin escaped his lips for a miniscule moment when he saw her while moving up the stairs, to take the center stage. It was yet another day in the routine grind. A lecture on ‘Current Account Deficit’ was scheduled to be delivered in his day-long job as an Economics teacher. But, something was different today. He seemed unusually distracted which didn’t go unnoticed by Kulakshini. Sitting among the large audience as one of his students, she couldn’t suppress her smile in response to his grin. She couldn’t help but secretly savour the reason she knew was behind his diversion today. An intense rendezvous that had taken place just a few moments back had rendered his smell to her body.

Her own futile attempts to grasp the concept he was explaining through his gracefully moving lips, were constantly over-shadowed by the moments she was ceaselessly re-living in her head. How this tall, giant, intelligent, and confident man had held her in his muscular arms, the moment she entered his private staff cabin at his urgent demand for her presence. “So this was your urgency, Abhilaash? You couldn’t even wait for the day to end!” Abhilaash turned her around, and whispered softly in her ear, “Look, what you’ve done to me. I need you. Right now. Forever.”

“But, right now? I’m your student here. What if someone sees……” he interrupted Kulakshini kissing her shoulders and neck. She lost the trail of her words and melted down like warm honey. His arms coiled around her body like a vine as he stood just behind her. A sudden rush of intense passion filled both of them as he strongly cupped her breast with one hand and traced the other down her torso, sliding up the hem of her flared skater dress. His fingers found their way through the soft satin thong to her pleasure territory and moved in extremely pleasing motions. She could feel his hardness digging incessantly at her lower back while reveling in the earth-shattering movement of his fingers and at the same time exploring his lips wildly with her own. Within a few moments, Kulakshini moaned uncontrollably as her body bloomed afresh in an intense satisfaction like a morning flower, only to be silenced by his strongly placed palm over her lips. He whispered, “Hush” as she breathed heavily, completely flushed.

Within no time Abhilaash commanded, “Bend” and she bent down across the table before her, coyly responding, “yes, sir.” In quick movements he unbuckled his belt and undid his trouser pushing it down. Lifting up the hem of her dress again and taking off her thong this time, he took a moment to relish the sight of her lying butt-naked at his disposal. He wanted to spank her but decided against the desire, to prevent any further escape of the slightest noise from his cabin. Nudging her legs apart, he shoved his impressive erection inside her nearly dripping wetness. Pulling back her hair with one hand, and holding her waist with another, he started thrusting vigorously. Kulakshini was completely lost in each sensation he delivered across every inch of her body. Nothing in this world could measure up to his touch that belonged only to her.

Her entire body was responding to his thrusts. As Abhilaash fiercely sped up nearing his peak, she climaxed again, making sure not to moan this time. He too reached his summit at the same time and lied down upon her for a few seconds as they both tried to catch their breath.

Dressing up quickly they kissed each other, right when a woman knocked on the door asking if she could come in. Abhilaash settled down in his rotating chair, and Kulakshini sat across the opposite side of his desk. He responded, “Yes, come in.” The receptionist of the institute walked in and said, “Sir, your lecture was scheduled for the May batch ten minutes earlier. Students have been asking if it will be delayed or canceled today.” He replied smirking, “Oh, my apologies. You see, I lost the track of time taking up the subject-related queries of our very curious student, Ms. Kulakshini here. She too is in that batch. Am I right?” Abhilaash turned his gaze questioningly towards her. “Yes sir. It seems I should rush to the classroom too then. Thank you for sparing your time.” As Kulakshini left for the lecture, Abhilaash followed shortly after that.

The class was dispersed when he concluded the topic and left to deliver the subsequent lectures. It was hard for him to concentrate on his task in her presence ever since she had confessed her feelings to him. After almost six months of exchanging hesitant glances, seeking each other’s company through varied excuses, both had given in to the magnetic attraction they were constantly and painfully trying to suppress.

Gossips were already doing rounds among the students and employees about something brewing up between the two. Kulakshini was looked down upon by everyone for her suspected involvement with a teacher. Indian societies pass down the mantra of placing a teacher in a revered position, even above god for a student:
* गुरुर्ब्रह्मा गुरुर्विष्णु र्गुरुर्देवो महेश्वरः
** गुरु साक्षात परब्रह्मा तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः

She was well aware of her moral obligations, and so was Abhilaash. She revered him, and he was indeed above everything else to her, but of course both as her mentor and as her beloved. Does human passion know of any morality? What is love without passion and what is that passion which dies at the altar of social norms? Did Rati, the goddess of passion and lust, mind the social boundaries when she took birth as the mother of her re-incarnated husband, Kamadeva, the god of love, and protected him through his childhood only to marry him at last again? Then why is such incidence considered heresy? Why are such relationships ill-judged so often and tried to befit the so-called moral conventions?

Abhilaash was at risk of losing his hard-earned job and reputation because of the prevalent moral policing deep-seated in the society. He had spent past several years all alone struggling hard to climb higher on the career front. But this young girl, Kulakshini had ignited a strong, burning desire in him after a long phase of emotional barrenness in his personal life. She was exactly what his dominance and emotional needs longed for. He drenched himself helplessly in Kulakshini ever since he had become her sole ‘Abhilaash’ or ‘passion’.

Kulakshini too completely surrendered herself before him. His touch blinded her sense of right and wrong. The fact that she was hardly twenty-one years old, still trying to comprehend her life, and that he was a much experienced fellow aged thirty-one, could not become a reason enough to strangle her heart which starved only for him.

Their social equation of a student and a teacher was indeed a huge barrier there. But everything turned into oblivion when their desires entwined with one another. Social degradation was much fatal for a woman born in such a society, but she accepted being called a woman with bad ‘lakshan’ or traits, a ‘Kulakshini’ if it meant having his presence in her life.

After all, Rati smiled in heaven as her absolute existence came to full circle in this heresy that both her believers had committed.




Translation- *GururBrahma GururVishnu GururDevo Maheshwaraha – Guru (Teacher) is the Creator (Brahma), Guru is the Preserver (Vishnu), Gurudeva (Teacher) is the Destroyer (Maheshwaraha).

**Guru Saakshaat ParaBrahma Tasmai Sri Gurave Namaha- Guru is the absolute (singular) Lord himself, salutations to that Sri Guru.

 

This work has been published in Beetle Magazine's June 2020 Issue. Read the full issue here: https://issuu.com/beetlemag/docs/june2020


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