The Dormant Fire (standard:romance, 1485 words)
Author: Shamoil Ahmad	Added: Apr 10 2010	Views/Reads: 3125/2281	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A woman fully opens herself only in the arms of beloveds

The Dormant Fire				Shamoil Ahmad 

Suleman’s wife was like a religious book meticulously wrapped in a
canvas that needed to be handled with care. Although she had been 
married  for ten years now still she had not fully opened up with 
Suleman. Whenever Suleman would call her she would look furtively 
around to make sure there was no body about. She took particular care 
for the children. And until she was absolutely sure that children were 
fast asleep, she would not allow suleman to come close to her. 

In the initial stages Suleman was fairly irritated by this behavior of
Sultana . It then seemed to him that having sex with her amounted to 
committing some kind of sin . 

But once Razia came to his life, the mystery unraveled itself . It now
dawned upon him that there was a difference between wife and paramour 
and both of them have their distinct importance in life. 

Razia was Suleman’s paramour and she had those attributes that a
paramour must possess. To a kiss she responded with a kiss . If Suleman 
took her in his embrace, she exhibited warmth in equal measure . At 
times. In fact. She took the initiative and once in embrace, she would 
caressingly whisper into his ears..."Where were you all these days My 
Love...."? This used to have an intoxicating effect on Suleman. He 
never received this shower of love from Sultana. Sultana was like a 
knot that could be loosened, but not opened fully. Razia was just 
opposite to that. She was like a book on the shelf that he could open 
at his sweet will in the manner he pleased. And whenever he opened this 
book called Razia, he invariably found a new chapter of love...and 
Razia herself used to say..."this is the difference My Love...wives 
fulfill the duty of a married life, beloveds open up the treasures..." 

Razia believed that a woman fully opens herself only in the arms of
beloveds. If the husband himself is the lover, it’s fine, otherwise she 
only performs her duty...she is dominated by the sentiment of duty to 
love. 

On this Suleman had once even remarked to her "that means you do not
love your husband." 

Upon this Razia put her arms around his neck and said." My Love! I
consider it my duty to love my husband, but love is not duty." 

On this Suleman had planted a long kiss." Then what is love ?" 

"This is love...no man ever kisses his wife in this manner...love is not
tying down to tether-post...love means liberation...love means 
liberation from all kinds of ties." 

"Oh ! That’s great indeed." Suleman began to laugh. "See how free we
are...? How liberated we are...? The relationship between husband and 
wife is actually the matter of ownership where no one is owner, both 
are slaves, both are dependent on one another...and love is not 
dependence." 

Suleman was tongue-tied. He was overwhelmed. 

"Shall I tell you one thing...?" Suddenly Razia smiled, but soon blushed
and went silent. "Tell me ...!" "No...I won’t." "Tell me My Love." 
Suleman cuddled her cheeks. "When I am being loved by my husband, I 
have you in my mind...having you in my mind helps me get excited...and 
then I get my..." 

Suleman embraced her tightly. "And how about when you are with me in my
embrace.?" 

"When I am in your embrace I find myself fully liberated...there is no
resistance...no impediment...only I remain...there is a current ...the 
current of a river in full flow...and then nothing remains... no 
current...no river...I also do not remain." 

Suleman was thoroughly gratified by what Razia had said. 

But for all this , his relations with Sultana was harmonious. Rather the
more he was drawn towards Razia, his regards for Sultana also went on 


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