'Mum's First Lover', Harshavardhan C [spiritual books to read txt] 📗

me but also took me to the peak of enjoyment, that was what I wanted repeatedly; and he pulled me close to him and kissed me again and again and then the ultimate.

We had an emotional go which was perhaps an unforgettable one; and I feared that I might miss my periods and certainly conceived the next child at this age, nearing to menopause.

When I thought of a baby, I recollected my son Rohit and the God gifted daughter Honey. I immediately reminded Anirudh about our beloved children, but he hesitated to leave me as he was enjoying peace and tranquillity in my company, which he lost ever since he joined in uniformed service and till his first wife discarded him.

And I too felt a secured life with him, having a fond hope for the better future of our children; but this time my motherhood taught me my responsibilities.

Now as a mother of two children, I requested him to go and say first greeting of the day to our beloved children.

He then left the nuptials suit. I remained on the bed. I looked at the wall clock and it was still showing 0900hrs. I understood that it was defunct; and was the arrangement made by our matured children for not to disturb us as we were honeymoon couple in their vision.

I then looked at my wrist watch kept near the bed lamp and found it was only 0600hrs.

Anirudh went to children’s bed room, while I went to wash room.

 

Chapter: 35

 

It was 0800hrs in the morning.

“Rosaline please get up” Anirudh sprinkled water on my face.

I got up from my deep sleep. I took a larger dose of drug last night.

Whatever I experienced with Anirudh was all in a delirious dream.

Poor Anirudh didn’t disturb me as he understood that I was off mood ever since we married at this age, and feeling guilty to show his face to our children.

I was still yawning and feeling drossy.

“Rose Please get up. I am sorry I did a mistake. My age and my experience as cop for the last twenty five years are of no use. I failed quite miserably to understand the child’s psychology. It is truly because of me we have become orphans. I am extremely sorry Rose” He was speaking hurriedly and there was no life in his voice, rather it was sounding pathetic.

“What?”I was shocked.

I tried to recollect his lost words, “We have become orphans” And I got up from the bed at once.

“What nonsense are you talking? Please tell me where our children are Anirudh?” I caught hold of his shirt collar.

I forgot the surroundings and our relation even as he was my newly wedded hubby. But, those things were no matter for me before my children.

“Where is Rohit?” This time I asked him referring my son.

“I will tell you, please have little patience Rose. You are a grown up lady and you have seen so many ups and downs in your life”

“Shut up, don’t tell police stories, where is my son?” I lost my temper and said.

But it seemed he was quite firm in his stand. And I just tried to run towards the bed room of Honey. But Anirudh stood in my way.

“Please don’t come in my way Anirudh”

 “Sure Rose. But....”

“Shut up, I once again I warn you seriously”

“It’s okay, but I beg you to hear me, before knowing what has happened?”

“Sorry, I can’t miss to see my children anymore. Please tell me what has happened to my children Anirudh? Where are they?” My eyes turned reddish with anxiety coupled with anger.

I know that I belittled him. But I was under tremendous pressure; and I couldn’t bear even a fraction of second till he unfolded the mystery if any about my children.

“What happened to my children?” I again raised hue and cry.

“Rose please wait and hear me first” Still he was trying to cajole me.

“Where is Rohit” This time I shouted at him.

“Rose, human life itself is a journey; and there are so many happy moments and sometimes tragic too.

And we always wish that everything should be in our control. But in fact, nothing would be in our control. We are well educated besides elderly people too with sound knowledge and have enough experience in ground realities, but still we lose our balance on hearing certain adversaries” He was going on preaching his philosophy of life.

But I was not a fool to take things lightly; and I understood that Anirudh was trying his best to control my emotions for the reasons best known to him. I suspected something serious might have happened to my children.

“I say stop it Anirudh; and please don’t divert me. Just leave me” I pushed him forcibly from my way, but in van.

He caught hold of me and tried to hold me back, but I was struggling to run away from his clutches.

I used all my strength and I again pushed him away from my way. But he used his brute force.

“Mr. Anirudh please don’t irritate me nor provoke me; and no force can stop me” I just slapped him at once forgetting that he was a top cop.

All his efforts became futile to withhold me.

And I ran towards Honey’s room.

 

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On entering the bed room of Honey, I just broke down and I lost my conscious.

Somebody sprinkled water on my face and I got conscious. On seeing the scene, I just ran to the bed; and like any unfortunate mother in this universe to see her off springs dead, I too found the dead bodies of my children Rohit and Honey on the bed.

And I fell on the dead body of Rohit; and wept like a child, for losing my one and the only son, whom I brought him up till he attained nineteen years with all fond hopes on his bright future.

It pained me heavily when I recollected the fact that I bore him in my uterus for nine months and delivered. I again lost my conscious.

I regained my conscious only after the house made sprinkled water on me.

And I looked at Anirudh. He was undone. He fell near the dead body of his daughter like a huge tree caught in a storm and fell on to the ground.

By then the news of unnatural death of our children spread in the city and all the neighbours and the media rushed to our bungalow.

There were two suicide notes fond under the pillows. And I noticed them foremost and I took them and opened to read, but in the meanwhile Anirudh snatched them away from me and went to his bed room and bolted the door.

I understood his emotions both as a parent and also as a serving cop.

Later I went to the kitchen room where I found a portion of cyanide and chilled milk in a glass. I don’t understand at first why they were there.

And I thought for a while and I understood what could hurt our children.

It made me believe that they tossed at first in between them and we, the unfortunate honeymoon couple; and in their trail and judgement they sacrificed their lives for this poor mum and dad.

 

 

Chapter: 36

 

Anirudh opened the letter of his daughter at first and read.

“I am sorry to leave you dad. But I am not feeling sorry for me dying. I feel proud to be born to a noble and a gentleman like you dad, but I feel sorry for my mum who deserted you and me to find out her lover; and perhaps she forgot her motherhood. What a wonderful justice she pronounced dad?

No regrets dad and in fact she is misfit to you. And we are lucky that we don’t have such character in our lives. It is better we forget her forever. Aunty is the best and suitable choice for you dad. I used to feel her as my mum because I am deprived off mum’s love and affection since about fifteen years and at the same time I got it back through her. But she suspected Rohit and me sharing the bed. And it was all in our adolescent age dad.

But today we really shared the bed for our dooms day dad. Rohit got by himself cauterisation, while I got my uterus removed. Now nobody can suspect us. Neither marriage nor conceiving is possible between us dad. And we want to remain forever as best friends in this materialistic world, above all earthly passions and desires. Take care of her dad; and take care of my dad aunty and Goodbye both of you” (Sd) Honey.

Later Anirudh opened the letter addressed to self only by Rohit and he read it with sad.

“I am extremely sorry sir for doing a crime in the bungalow of a top cop. But, it was quite inevitable for me and rather I am helpless. I saw my mum who was quite sober and God fearing woman. Later I only saw almost the same qualities in Honey.

I never had an opportunity to experience the love and affection of my dad, but now I found the same in you sir. Hence I wanted you as life partner to my mum. This I thought from the point of my mum’s joy and happiness, which she was missing all through her life.

And I too was no exception to the society’s curse as my birth became questionable one.

I struggled myself in between the linage of Mr. Samarat and Mr. John for living in this society as a bastard. Henceforth whosoever comes in between my mum and me I never spared them? That was the reason why I shot dead Mr. John. But after knowing the fact that he was really innocent and my grandpa was only responsible for running their lives, I never spared him too; and I killed him when he was awfully drunk.

And now I couldn’t relish my mum’s unholy third union with you sir.

But I could find you comforting and taking care of my mum and facilitating her every weekend to meet me. You both are happy even in our absence at home all through the missing four years in your lives. Hence finally we both could find out a solution and that Honey and myself demanded you both to marry. And you both obliged our request” Anirudh read the letter completely and was caught in grief.

Anirudh as a cop failed quite miserably for the first time to understand the feelings of the little hearts of his children; and the consequences were very drastic.

And still most of the parents in the world are unaware of the sensitive minds and the little hearts of their children. Before they come to know, it may cost their careers and sometimes even their lives too.

“Master, Mrs. Rosaline has gone to the kitchen and locked the door from inside” Meanwhile the servant maid raised hue and cry.

Anirudh rushed to the kitchen.

 

Chapter: 37

 

I truly admit the fact that for fulfilling our lust only, my poor children sacrificed their love and their precious lives. I then put the left over portion of cyanide in a glass and pored chilled milk, mixed it and I took the glass.

But, before I decided to end myself, I remembered that I had both legal and moral obligation to cajole Anirudh as this body belonged to him as he tied wedlock in my neck. I searched for a piece of paper and pen. I could see them in the corner of the shelf. I eagerly picked them up in emotion coupled with anxiety. But to my shock there I found the final writings of my son Rohit. I read them hurriedly.

“I am sorry to leave you mum. What we have done might hurt you. And we have understood that you have been suffering all through your life for finding out a right fiancé. But you have