Romance
EYEBROWS
Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE
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PART 1
My Boss’s Wife
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She was really
beautiful – incredibly alluring – so captivating – that – I could not take my
eyes off her.
Yes – Dear Reader –
she was an exquisite beauty – with flawless fair complexion – her luxuriant
black hair flowing down her back – her sharp features accentuated by the light
falling on her face – her nose slightly turned up, so slender and translucent –
as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.
I stared at her
face – totally awestruck by her beauty.
She was stunningly
attractive, a real beauty, smashing, sophisticated, elegant, truly chic – my
type of woman – optimally designed, precisely engineered and finished to
perfection.
I fell madly in
love with her – I desperately desired to possess her.
Till that moment – I
had never wanted anything belonging to someone else.
Yes – she belonged
to someone else.
She was married.
In fact – she was
married to my Boss.
She was my Boss’s
Wife.
I looked intently
into her radiating eyes – totally mesmerized by her beauty.
“Why are you
staring at me…?” she said – breaking my trance.
“I am sorry…” I
said, contrite.
“I saw you staring
at me. You tell me – why were you staring at me…? Were you looking at my
eyebrows…?” she said, looking anxious.
“No. No. I was
looking at your face – you look so beautiful…” I stammered.
“Don’t lie. You
were looking at my eyebrows…” she said.
“No – I was looking
at your face…” I said, embarrassed.
“I saw you looking
directly…” she said, curtly.
“I was looking into
your eyes – your eyes are so beautiful…” I said, truthfully.
“And – my eyebrows
are horrible – are they…? she said, looking dismayed.
“No. No. Your
eyebrows are…” I tried to say – but – she didn’t wait for me to finish the
sentence – she turned abruptly – and she walked away.
I saw her leave the
wardroom – so – I decided to follow her.
She was standing in
the alleyway – and she was looking intently into the full-size mirror outside
the wardroom – the mirror in which we were supposed to check if we were
properly dressed – if our uniform was spick-and-span – and our grooming was
neat and proper.
While looking into
the mirror – from time to time – she was touching her eyebrows.
It was quite clear
that she was checking out her eyebrows.
But – I looked at
her from top to bottom.
Even in her side
profile – she was stunningly attractive – and ravishingly sensuous.
She had worn her
sari in a manner that was so revealing that she might as well have worn
nothing.
Her shapely breasts
were boldly outlined under her low-cut flimsy blouse.
She had tucked her
sari tightly – and had worn it low – accentuating the curves of her
well-proportioned derriere – and enhancing the sex appeal of her smooth
stomach, adorned with a perfect navel.
I let my eyes travel
over her exquisite body – and feast on her beauty.
I was making love
to her with my eyes – when suddenly – a few hard taps on my shoulder jerked me
out of my lovely enthralling state of trance-like bliss.
I turned around.
It was “Doc” – our
ship’s Medical Officer.
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(“Head” is Navy Slang for the Toilet on a Ship.
The name derives from sailing ships in which the toilet area for sailors was placed at the head or bow of the ship.
While sailing using wind power – a sailing ship cannot travel directly into the wind.
So – the one location that is always downwind is the head or bow end.
The wind – as perceived on the vessel itself – would always blow along the deck – appearing to come from behind – or possibly across the deck – if sailing at an angle to the wind.
So – locating the head (toilet) at the head or bow of a ship made
sense – since the downwind would carry most of the odor away...)
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Observing me
passionately eyeing my Boss’s Wife with a yearning look – “Doc” said angrily to
me:
“What are you
doing…? Are you crazy…?
Even the Captain
has noticed you ogling at her.
The Captain has gone to the head for a “piddle” – you better get inside before he comes back…”
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To Be Continued…
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