Eleventh rule.

- Sur-Nasir Ismaili of Samvedana

(Continued last Wednesday)

Even this society is a union of timid people who follow some ten established rules, with which I am totally different. I do not accept the framework of the ten rules of society. I have my eleventh rule and I live according to it. Why can't a woman love two men or a man love two women at the same time? Naturally, there is no rule that only one person can smell the scent of a rose blooming in the garden, why should the scent of a jasmine flower be limited to a man named Zard? Can't both Zard and Nrupen enjoy the same work without any kind of struggle? My eleventh rule says that it is a sign of stupidity and cowardice for any man or woman to remain in such a rigid framework of society. My eleventh rule does not even accept that one of the ten rules of society, a man and a woman must get married for love. The formality of marriage is not a mandatory requirement. Which is the situation to love. I'm happy with that.

Jasmine is happy too. Then why should Zardari be sad? And why does Jasmine need to marry me? Has a man or a woman ever been able to tie the knot with the formality of marriage? I'm sorry I didn't agree with you, but I'm a man of eleven rules. And you explain to Zard that this can be kept in eleven and happier and happier than the ten established rules of society. Nrupen was speaking in an equally steady voice. For a moment, the curvature of that petal man beat me too, what about a woman like poor Jasmine?

I can answer your arguments like bubbles of clean words. But arguing is not my nature. And being beneficial to you, you are as rigidly entangled in your so-called eleven rules as society is and will be entangled in its ten rules. Because in your so-called eleven, under the rule of law, you easily took on any kind of responsibility. Except you can take advantage of the stupidity of a beautiful woman.

The only difference is that in your Eleventh Rule there is no provision for the future stability of the two innocent girls of Zard-Jasmine which is in those ten rules. And despite not being able to follow, I accept the social scientific usefulness of those ten rules. Of course I have failed to explain that to a self-deceiver like you. I said angrily in a loud voice and walked out of the flat without waiting for the north. Had it not been for Zard's order, I would have been charged with the sixth murder.

In the afternoon I connected the phone to Zard from Lily's bedroom. 'Yellow I Dilawar. My mission failed this morning. I am sorry that I could not help such a hypocrite and cunning man with a knife or a revolver. Sorry dude I put the receiver on the cradle except to wait for the answer to be pronounced differently.

'What happened boss? Why is' Moodless' like this? ' Lily said spreading her silky body in a double bed in the ascension of Angdai.

'Sorry Lily, today is Dilawar's day of failure' and Lily's bedroom was flooded with cigarette butts and drink jam.

The time of the rising winter night is half past eleven. Bus stop of Bhulabhai Park on Ashram Road.

'Excuse me please. Would you like a lift?

Nrupen Nagar's Java motorcycle stopped. A young woman with a magnetic face with a white body like a wax doll was begging in the dance with her delicate fingers with her white hand by pouring the price of request in her black sherbet eyes. Nrupen Nagar felt like biting his fingers.

'Where are you going? do not know. Is there a storm in the city today? And the buses-rickshaws have all stopped. After nine o'clock at night! Nrupen said in his magical arrogant voice.

'Gee ... I don't know. I am new to this city. Would you please give me a lift? Hearing the name of the storm in the young woman's voice mixed both fear and anguish.

'Look, it doesn't matter if it's in my way. And where do you live

'Gee I live in a Meghdoot flat. Near Ambawadi. Here I learn to dance in Natyam, and study in college in the afternoon. Today was a rehearsal of a sister's orangutan. It's too late.

'Rupali like you at the bus stop in such silence. The young lady risked standing up late at night, let's sit down, I'll leave.

Nrupen saw that the young lady was not accustomed to sitting on the motorcycle, she was almost clinging to Nrupen for fear of falling. From the innocence of her face and the arched body, Nrupen guessed that this was an untouched flower, the thud of fear from the nipples of her plump breasts touching Nrupen's back made Nrupen's body tingle.

‘You sit slightly tidy. If someone in your house sees you getting out of the position of sitting on a motorcycle behind me in such a way, he will be confused and my innocence will be like this. Nrupen teased him.

'Gee, I have never sat like this, so there is no one at home who misunderstands me. Ba-Bapuji all live in Calcutta. You can study here in peace

Bapuji has given me a flat. An aunt lives in Shahibaug. Such care is taken in a couple of days. '

And introduction ceremony. Name - Ketki Insured Age - 3 years. Self-citizen. The only child of a millionaire father in the study final BA. Nrupen's mouth watered.

'I am Nrupen Nagar. I live in a 'Shakuntal' flat near you. And here I am an officer in a foreign finance company on Ashram Road. '

'Come .... meet sometimes ....'

'Meet me sometimes' Slowly 'When will we meet?' Happened. The evening of Nrupen Nagar and Ketki Vimawala became the evening resulting in Mrs. Jasmine Mehta's failed wait for Nrupen. Nrupen thought. Luck has given him success in the round of life. Evening falls and ....

'I like your name very much. Ketki. Putting his head on Ketki's saddle, Nrupen gritted his teeth.

'Just the name, not me? What is so special about my name? '

If you are your name is So whatever you like. That is obvious. But I have always been indebted to flowers and you are Ketki. ' Nrupen smiled.

How many other flowers are you crazy about? ' Ketki squeaked delicately.

One I like jasmine flower and the other you like ketki. ' Nrupen said turning her hand on Ketki's big neck and was embarrassed in the evening.

'Nrupen. Who is this Ketki insured? ' Jasmine asked Nrupen with burning eyes in the cold darkness of 'Welcome'.

'You seem to have missed everything so the debate is useless. Ketki is a very salty girl and rich we love, just like the two of us Ketki's love is so special to me that I am going to marry her. So that I can get her father's property and get rid of saying "yes" in front of these foreign finance dog-like executives. Home you know, I don't believe in marriage institution! Said Napte from Naftai in a carefree voice.

"But do you believe in the truth of love with me, Nrupen?" You know that I love you by giving a shit to a decent and loving man like Nrupen or Zard, realizing that your love is only on me, you leave that Ketki Nrupen. I do not tolerate anyone's part in your love. Jasmine was agitated.

'You're cool Jasmine! You know that I am a man of eleven rules, different from the ten established rules of society. I have never questioned Zard Mehta's partnership in our love. So why can't I love both you and Ketki? Even before or after marrying her. Your head hurts, Jasmine, go and relax. ' Nrupen said in a stern voice.

You are deceiving me with words. Nrupen, you are deceitful and cunning, but now I know the magic of your deceitful words. This understands our last visit. I 'hate you' oh yellow forgive me .... 'Jasmine's naive eyes were flooded with tears. And she got up and walked away.

Falling winter evenings. The bus stop at Bhulabhai Park is a sari full of green lace, and the sherbet eyes wrapped in black goggles of Ketki Vimavala blowing a shower of elegance from the curves of a sleeveless blouse.

'Ketu, why haven't you met for weeks? Tired of being pushed into our everyday place, and locked up when I see your flat. ' Nrupen jerked the motorcycle up and told Ketki who was standing at the bus stop.

'Oh, Nrupen! Hi! My aunt had been there for four or five days. Himanshu came from Calcutta, and Abu went with him for four days.

'Who? Who is Himanshu? ' Asked Nrupa, raising his eyebrows as he climbed onto the motorcycle stand.

'Oh! Nrupen It's Good News! Dad has chosen Himanshu for my wedding. Oh! How handsome infection he is! Her father is a director of Italian Airlines and Himanshu is an IFS officer in the Foreign Ministry. Is an officer. You would definitely like to meet him. ' Ketaki said while removing the goggles from the eyes while dancing karanguli in the dance form of the novel.

"What are you up to?" I don't want to meet any bastard. You're going to marry me. You love me કે you love me. '

Oh! I sage no nrupen. But don't be chile. You leave me ten established rules of society. The eleventh rule outside is shown. And that has made me so courageous. Even after marrying Himanshu, am I going to stop loving you a little? What difference does being physically away make? Love is a feeling If you can love me and Jasmine together then why can't I marry a well settled young man like Himashu and have a relationship with you too? What is wrong with your eleventh rule in this? Have I ever hinted at Jasmine and Tara's relationship? Nahak will not be provoked. I am going to meet you after Himashu and I come back from the world tour after marriage. Can't wait for me, dear? ' There was a sharp innocence in Ketki's watery manjul tone.

Ketki's words seemed to pierce Nrupen's brain like a pile of iron. But before he could turn around, a new Royal Enfield bullet motorcycle approached. Strictly the brakes kept me upright. And sitting on it, Ketki grabbed the waist of a handsome young man with a French cut beard and mustache adorned in black pants and a checkered t-shirt and was arranged in the back seat.

The young man gave a faint smile: 'See you again Nrupen .... bye' Ketki lit a silky tone. And the bullet flowed smoothly down the road, suffocating Nrupen in the whirlpool of the ihonser. Roaring with head-scratching anger and failure, Nrupen thought he had seen this man somewhere ...

'Hello .... Hello Dilawar, there is good news. I have been looking for you since morning but I have not been able to find you ... My case with Jasmine has been solved by accident. Jasmine has expressed remorse in front of me and now she hates Nrupen. Heard the bastard has a new girl flirt. Anyway! Him go to hell! I am leaving for Darjeeling tomorrow night. Jasmine has taken two months off. '

'Putting the baby's uncle there!' I answered and the receiver was filled with yellow playful laughter recognizing the storm of my voice.

'Oh boss! Saying 'now to the silent phone', Lily spread her naked silky hand, took the receiver and put it on the cradle and .....

'Oh Lily? Don't be silly! This is your remuneration. Putting a pillow full of green notes under the pillow to become Ketki in Lily's hand, I said, 'Nrupe must have tired you out so well.'

'Surely not loss.' Lily took the wallet, twisted its exposed silky limbs softly and said touching my chest.

'Nrupen was only good at talking about love. Cold and weak in remaining love. I have to recover the real remuneration from this Himanshu, for so many days now. ' Instead of rolling his eyes and laughing mischievously, Lily reached out and switched off. And in the air conditioned darkness our two bodies became one and slowly melted into each other .... (Finished)