51 Shades of Brown, (BONUS) Excerpt #11 [Chapter 51]
A brief panic of claustrophobia overwhelmed Nilanjanaparvanichandrimarupali, as the entire art classroom teemed full of fertile women at optimal childbearing age. Many students were forced to position their easels in the hallway with merely an obstructed view, yet nothing could dampen the buzz among the desperate females. The murmurs of the audience came to a sudden halt as Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram stood up on the platform in the centre of the chamber, and his velvet robe dropped down around his ankles. Only a flurry of audible gasps interrupted the deafening silence.
But the students were ill-prepared for his next maneuver: his hands massaged his magnificent mustache, thereby extracting copious amounts of coconut oil, which he then rubbed over every contour of his glistening nude body. His chocolate brown nipples grew erect as he applied the lubricant under his tufts of chest hair.
Not one spectator even dared to respond, nay — even interrupt her fixed gaze, as a student in the front row placed the back of her hand across her forehead and fainted, sending her body cascading toward the classroom floor.
Sri-Sheshadariprativadibayankaram then gently whispered to his thunderstruck pupils “Mujhē raṅga” [“Paint me“].
Holding his pose, he looked towards his protégé Nilanjanaparvanichandrimarupali. She raised her paintbrush, dabbed with mocha-colored oil paint, but resisted contact with the canvas when she realized that her hands were uncontrollably trembling…