51 Shades of Brown, Excerpt #4 [Chapter 16]
Pragyaparamitapratibha ran as fast as she could, yet he was quickly gaining ground on her.
Her sari flowed behind her while she darted behind a tree trunk and turned to face the rapidly advancing Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram and playfully reject him with a wagging finger from her position. With purpose she advanced towards the middle of the meadow dusted with fresh morning dew.
Suddenly, without any notice, a dhol player emerged from the foliage and pounded his drum rhythmically, while at least a dozen other Indian females strategically assembled in a triangle formation behind her. Without any premeditated choreography, they began to dance and sing in synchronized unison, much to his pleasure.
And just as soon as the ensemble came, it vanished into thin air, leaving Pragyaparamitapratibha to seamlessly continue running away from the object of her desire.
For no reason whatsoever, she began to giggle and tumble to the ground. Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram instantly landed on top of her. She quivered in ecstasy as droplets of coconut oil from his thick lustrous mustache showered onto her exposed navel…
51 Shades of Brown, Excerpt #5 [Chapter 22]
Even though the Garba dance hall held a seemingly countless number of individuals, Padmalochana felt as though she were alone with Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram in the chamber as they danced together. After all, his hypnotizing gaze into the depths of her dark brown eyes cast a spell on not only her heart, but her entire body.
The claps of the dandiya sticks against each other failed to interrupt her trance; however, the procession of dancers moving along the line forced her further away from him as the tabla drum beat indicated that it was time for a dance partner exchange. Gleefully, the adjacent Dakshayanisevita took her opportunity to dance with Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram and stare into his eyes as they slapped their dandiya sticks together, all within the view of the devastated Padmalochana. Her beacon of desire was only an arm’s length away, while the emotional gulf seemed infinitely vast.
Her impulses could no longer remain controlled as she suddenly lunged back towards him to grab hold of his dandiya stick. Dakshayanisevita immediately clutched the very same dandiya stick with her perspiring hands. Both women glanced towards each other, and in an instant, their mutual envy melted away as they realized that Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram had the requisite stamina to dance with both women simultaneously. The hostess of the Garba party walked by and dropped a sweet round ladoo into each woman’s mouth, as their unyielding sensual grip on his dandiya stick relentlessly tightened…
