Eyes, Beautiful Bright Blue Eyes
By: Vidanage P. Karunaratne
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Copyright July 19, 2011 by WSIC Ebooks Ltd.
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DEDICATION
To my loving daughters
Chandanie & Nishanthi
“Naththi moha-saman jaalan—There is no wider web than ignorance”
-- Lord Gautama Buddha in Dhammapada.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents appearing here either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
PROLOGUE
It happened to be the dawn of Spring Season for the salubrious and enchanting Switzerland. The usual cold weather prevalent in the Winter Season seemed to be gradually diminishing giving rise to a soothing healthy climate illustrating the advent of the much-awaited blossoming Spring Season. Every foreign visitor arriving in Switzerland noticed that even in the height of midday no heat or dryness was felt instead a swathing climate was apparent everywhere. Especially, the main Town, Zurich situated in the Northern Region of the country had been experiencing this soothing, salubrious environment preponderantly.
The currently prevailing pleasant environment in Zurich perhaps would have been the contributory factor that induced the organizers to hold the 2007 World Ophthalmologic Conference and Seminar and its attendant Workshop in that City. Since all the Faculties of the University of Zurich had declared their short vacation during this period, the organizers had selected the University Campus as the venue for the above Conference and Seminar for its entire duration.
The participating Specialist Ophthalmologists and their Assistants from various countries were provided residential accommodation in the Halls of Residence in the Campus. Following the European egalitarian pattern, it was seen that no gender differentiation had been made in the allocation of residential accommodation to the main participants and their associates. However, as far as possible, the choice of selection of the respective residential accommodation was entrusted to the Head of the Delegation hailing from each country.
“Hey, Subha dear, don’t you think that we two got the best of residential accommodation according to our requirements, ah?” asked Dr. Prageeth Ranatunga, so far the youngest ever Specialist Ophthalmologist from Sri Lanka who had received a special invitation to participate in this Conference and Seminar, from his Associate, Miss. Subhani Ratnapriya glancing askance at her, adorning his face with a crafty mischievous smile.
Invariably displaying her surprise with a spontaneous bashful smile and blushing cheeks, nevertheless looking asquint at him with mind-blowing twinkling pair of beautiful bright blue eyes, Subhani responded: “Sir, you are really a very crafty Romeo! All this time, you didn’t tell me that we two are going to stay in this large room together. Although we two came from Katunayaka Airport to Zurich Airport seated together in the flight and chatting for hours, you never mentioned anything about two of us going to stay together in one room in Zurich for the entire duration of the Seminar. Or did you plan it after our arriving in here, my cunning, crafty Sir?”
It seemed like Dr. Prageeth felt somewhat guilty for acting like a faux bonhomme. He thought whether his Lady Assistant was thinking that he pulled a faux pas. He looked at her pretty countenance almost with pleading eyes and said innocently, “My angel Subha, please don’t get offended. I never thought that you may dislike my choice of accommodation for both of us. But if you wish to change............”
Thence Subhani levelled several lovely glimpses at Prageeth which mutely spoke volumes of unspoken love and interrupting his utterance, replied: “Oh! No, my darling Sir, I never really meant what I said. I am sorry, Sir are you angry with me for calling you cunning and crafty? Anyway, if it’s your wish that we two stay together, I have no objection,” and heaving a deep long sigh said with downcast eyes, “only thing is that I am little scared to stay alone with a handsome male in the night.”
Prageeth then put out a bland but queer smile which Subhani thought was rather amorous. He said: “No, my angel, I am not angry with you at all. I know that you uttered those words in the lighter vein that contained an immature girl’s first expression of heartfelt love. And also, don’t be scared, I am not going to do anything against your wishes that may harm you, you understand, my pet?”
Subhani focussed a sharp look directly at his face with her beautiful glittering blue eyes and quipped sarcastically, “My darling Sir, I am just wondering what made you to broadly open that tightly welded and sealed silent heart of yours after coming to Switzerland. I think that it’s a miracle and nothing else!”
It seemed that he did not want to respond to her immediately. Their room was housed in the second floor of the Hall of Residence in the Campus. He remembered that he shut behind him the main door of the room after he entered it with Subhani, but saw that the shutters of the two large windows of the room were fully opened. Approaching the two windows, he drew their full-length floral curtains thus covering the interior of the room from outside. Thereupon, encircling his right hand on the waist of his Assistant who began viewing the outside scenic environment through one of the windows, he brought her very close to him and walked along with her to the large sofa placed in the middle of the room. Whilst sitting on the sofa, in an unexpected move, he lifted her like a feather-weight and made her sit on his lap. Turning rather shy by his sudden amorous move but showing no objection, she glanced asquint at him and asked, “Why is this, Sir?”
She heard him heaving a deep, long sigh indicating heartrending grief, she thought. “Subha, my angel, I need to tell you a very long story. Therefore, without being shy and wriggling, like a good girl, will you keep sitting on my lap and listen to this sad tale I am going to relate to you now?” he uttered with determination. She then lucidly understood that his hitherto welded and sealed mute heart had been splendidly opened to the expression of love she eagerly anticipated all these years and encouraging him further in his amorous adventure, stretched her smooth loving arms around his neck, whispering thus in his ear with apparent desire: “Alright, my Darling Doctor Silent Heart, you go ahead; I’ll keep on listening to you even to eternity!”
“Subha, my darling angel, can you remember the day I brought Suchitra and you to Colombo from your Orphanage?” he asked.
Whilst he posed this question to her, she recalled her past running back to almost seven years.
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That happened to be the dark devilish period when the reign of terror was imposed in Sri Lanka by the LTTE Terrorists. On this occasion, their brutal and ruthless attack was levelled at some border villages situated little distance beyond the main ancient City, Anuradhapura. Intuitively thinking that a brutal attack was imminent on their small villages by the LTTE terrorists, the senior residents in those villages dispatched their elderly people, girls and children to Anuradhapura and valiantly faced the LTTE ruthless attack. In the ensuing confrontation, a large number of able-bodied men and women in the border villages sacrificed their lives while killing a large number of terrorists. Unfortunately, among those villagers who undauntedly faced the LTTE attack and sacrificed their innocent lives were the parents of the two innocent nymphet girls, Subhani and Suchitra. Thus losing their parents, these two girls were brought up in an Orphanage established in Anuradhapura run by several Buddhist Nuns, where they received their further education conforming to the Buddhist Culture and Way of Living.
In this contemporary period, a young Specialist Ophthalmologist by the name of Prageeth Ranatunga, regarded by many as an expert doctor in his own profession was serving in the Eye Hospital, Colombo, as a Resident Eye Surgeon. Both his dear parents were assassinated by two inhuman ruthless killers and later his loving wife too departed from this world untimely, rendering him more or less into a status of an orphan. Hence, in memory of his dear departed parents and wife, he was determined to construct an Eye Hospital utilizing his own wealth and with that purpose in view, he purchased outright a block of land in Borella and had almost completed the construction of the fully-equipped Eye Hospital containing compact residential facilities and a full-fledged Training Institute for Medical Assistants and Nurses. Being the only child of his parents, subsequent to their untimely demise, he was dwelling in a mindset of an orphan and consequently he had subliminally cultivated in himself a great compassion and sympathy for orphaned children who had lost their parents under various trying circumstances. Thus as an inevitable, natural reaction to this mindset, in the selection of candidates to be trained as Medical Assistants and Nurses in his Training Institute, he selected only orphaned young girls who had lost their parents.
With the purpose of finding the suitable orphaned girls to be trained in his Training Institute as Medical Assistants and Nurses to serve in his Eye Hospital which came to be known as PV & PM Eye Hospital, named in memory of his father, Peshala, mother, Vijitha and wife Madhumathie, taking the first letter from each name and his own, Dr. Prageeth Ranatunga went in search of many Girls Orphanages established in the Island and eventually selected 12 such orphaned girls whom he thought would fit in perfectly to the roles he had in view.
The 12 teenage girls who Dr. Prageeth selected to be trained as Medical Assistants and Nurses had the names, Subhani, Suchitra, Hansini, Khema, Medha, Nayani, Darshani, Kusuma, Amara, Nanda, Samudra and Manel. They all received their training personally under Dr. Prageeth and he became rather astonished if not amazed by the adroitness and expedition with which one of the girls, the 17 year old beautiful Subhani exhibited her remarkable progress within the very first year of her training as an Eye Nurse. Thereupon, proceeding on to her second year of continuous training as an Eye Medical Assistant under the direct supervision of Dr. Prageeth, she judiciously and meticulously completed her Theory and Practical Course with excellent results. Hence, highly appreciating her talents and versatility, Dr. Prageeth appointed her as his Personal Medical Assistant and thereafter she became like his shadow bestowing him with all the support and help he needed in practically achieving every task in the Hospital. Treating her Guru as her God, most of the time, she looked after all his needs as his eternal ubiquitous Matron; at other times, she became his Personal Secretary attending to his official correspondence. On the other hand, Dr. Prageeth too required her personal assistance in all his eye surgeries because he subliminally was entertaining the opinion that whenever she was near him and assisting him, all such endeavours ended in ultimate success.
Under these close and intimate situation, it was no wonder that Subhani clandestinely and privately entertained in her conscious, a sublime emotion of love and affection towards handsome and attractive Dr. Prageeth although there existed quite a number of differences or incompatibilities between them. He being 30 years old and she being 20, there was a difference of 10 years in respect of age; though he was more or less an orphan he was very rich whereas she was not only an orphan but also destitute and particularly today she was in this comfortable status through the benevolence and compassion imparted by him; he was held in high esteem in the society at large, being a renowned Specialist Eye Surgeon whereas she was just an ordinary Eye Medical Assistant, thanks to him. However, she realized one salient factor in no uncertain terms and that was Dr. Prageeth was manifestly enchanted, if not mesmerized by her beautiful fair face with glittering beautiful blue eyes and her gorgeous curvaceous feminine figure embodying nymph like features. ‘But, Oh! God, what am I to do? He has a heart that is welded and sealed from all sides which is dumb and mute and does not speak at all!’ she kept on lamenting.
Nevertheless, now she found that his sealed and silent heart had opened from all sides and commenced communicating in her presence miraculously; thus she became delighted and exhilarated in no mean magnitude and felt her entire body titillating with untold ecstasy. Being not very sure whether this scenario was only a fantasy in her subliminal dream world, she raised her hands up to her bright blue eyes and wiping them, mused: ‘No, I am not day-dreaming; I am sitting on the comfortable lap of my darling handsome Prageeth Sir and burying my head in his chest. Oh! Thank God, my cherished dream, at last, has come true!’
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Subhani grasped both hands of Prageeth tightly with her hands and raised them to her parted red lips and planted several lovely kisses on them and uttered:
“Yes, my deity Prageeth Sir, I do remember that day as it happened only yesterday. That day, you came to our Orphanage like a God-send Being and looking carefully at Suchitra and me among other girls, said to our Reverend Nun, ‘Reverend Madam, I think that these two girls seem fit to get training in my Eye Hospital and therefore would you give me your permission to take them to Colombo?’ and after signing the required documents, you brought Suchitra and me to Colombo in your car. Even now I am able to visualize that scene, my respectable Sir!”
Prageeth saw that the pretty blue eyes of Subhani were clouded with tears. Sobbing lightly amidst tears, she uttered: “My honourable Sir, the merits you have acquired through your meritorious deeds are enormous, most probably facilitating you to reach the status of a Bodhisattva in this long journey of Samsara. On my part as your loving and devoted disciple, I am even prepared to sacrifice my body and soul, my whole life, for your sake, my darling Sir!”
Emphatically listening to these words emerging out her mouth, he too felt thoroughly emotional making his eyes too becoming wet. Raising her head so as to obtain a direct focus of her beautiful bright blue eyes, he then passionately caressed her sitting on his lap and kissed her crescent like brow and plump fair cheeks and in the ensuing moment, glancing directly at her now half-closed pair of eyes, attempted to kiss her quivering red lips. She thence wriggled a little on his lap and gently avoiding his lips murmured, “Please, Sir, I am very scared and feeling very shy too!” and posited her face on his bosom.
He then laughed with much humour and declared: “Look here, my little golden angel, beginning today, you can’t be scared and shy like that. From this moment onwards, you are totally mine, body and soul, you understand? Because of that, you must allow me to kiss not only your nice red lips but other interesting parts of your alluring body also, do you get my point clear, my lovely bosomy girly?”
“Sir, you have become very, very naughty after coming to Switzerland! All these times, you have been a dumb heart but now, surprisingly enough, turned a masterful Romeo. Well, what is that long story you said, you have to tell me? Please, tell it now, will you?”
“Subha, my precious gem, from the very first day I saw you, I entertained a great liking towards you in my mind. When you were undergoing training with me, that liking and fondness gradually escalated into something very stimulating and my mind silently kept me telling that I have fallen in love with you. With this type of mindset, I became thoroughly confused and scared. My inner mind started blaming me, accusing me of falling in love with a girl who is very much younger to me and also a student of mine who had been brought up by me. Nevertheless, my real conscious began dictating to me that I am really in love with you; on the other hand, my mind kept on blaming me that I am doing something unbecoming of a benefactor and a Guru and thus urging me to stop loving you altogether. In this manner, my heart or the real conscious and my mind fell into a deep conflicting paradox making my brain similar to a devil’s workshop. Ultimately, I decided to ignore you and not to look at you directly. Perhaps, you might have observed my change of attitude, don’t you darling?”
Looking at him rather hilariously, she started giggling like a small girl. “I crystal clearly observed your change of behaviour, Sir. Really, I couldn’t stop laughing when you were hopelessly trying to avoid my eyes. However much you tried, Sir, I felt and casually saw how eagerly and avidly you were watching me with wide eyes, when I used to turn around and leave you” saying thus, she raised herself a little from his lap and kissed the sides of his neck passionately. “You know, Sir, when a man falls in love, it can’t be concealed from the woman; female instincts are very strong; I really felt what your real conscious was trying to tell me. I know what you desired; you expected me to come to your quarters stealthily in the night so that you could make love to me secretly, without the knowledge of anybody. Now, my darling Sir, please don’t deny what I said, alright!”
“You have actually read my mind perfectly, my golden angel! Both of us know that there is a small door fixed to the wall, dividing our two quarters and that it can be opened only from your side and it can never be opened from my quarters. During the past three years, after finishing our clinical work and having dinner, I used to lie on my bed and keep on watching that small door eagerly expecting that it would open at any minute from your side and the enchanting figure of my little golden angel would emerge through it; but, unfortunately, that enchantingly beautiful figure never emerged through that door! What am I to do?”
“Oh! My innocent, darling Sir, why didn’t you directly tell me earlier about your wish? You could have at least informed me so with a small note even, what you can’t tell me verbally. To tell you very frankly, Sir, during the past three years, I too was expecting you to give me at least a small hint asking me to open the door from my side and come to you. But, as I didn’t get an iota of a hint or a cue from you, and whilst pondering over the big disparity existing between us, I made up my mind that it was only a fantasy in my mind. My precious God, you must understand that we are highly-disciplined Sinhalese women who have been brought up and nurtured according to the Eastern Culture and as such, without an invitation from you, even at the cost of my life, I wouldn’t have opened that door and come into your quarters. For that I beg your pardon a thousand times, my darling Sir!”
Both Prageeth and Subhani realized that their eyes were clouded with tears-tears of joy. Raising the head of her sitting on his lap and caressing him, he cupping with both his hands, her pretty face seen with half-closed blue eyes glancing coyly at him, placed a deep, long soul kiss on her red lips. He felt rather happy and contented as she did not display any resistance, fear or shyness while he did so, as in the previous occasion. In the ensuing moment, perhaps being encouraged by her inaction, he enwrapped both his arms around her waist and canoodled her tightly. At this juncture, responding to his amorous move, she in turn, embraced his neck and pressed her plump pointed pair of breasts to his chest provocatively and seductively thus titillating him visibly.
“My golden angel” he uttered lasciviously, “our impasse has ended now. Like Spring Season has emerged in this beautiful Switzerland, similarly the Spring Season has dawned into our lives too. Therefore, my dearest darling sweetheart, if you don’t have any objections, shall we begin our lives as husband and wife whist conjugating our bodies together, tonight, never to part again? What do you say, honey?”
“My deity, you know that I’ll never go against your wishes. But, I am rather scared, Sir, since we are not prepared for such a union. What if I get pregnant, all of a sudden, honey?” she inquired frightfully.
“What you say is correct, darling. Aren’t these your safe days?”
“No, Sir, these are my most fertile days and that’s why I am rather scared.”
He smiled nonchalantly and said, “don’t worry my angel. We can buy morning-after-pills from a pharmacy here. Never fear, I am always there to face whatever calamity that comes on our way, O. K....”
“Whatever you wish, Sir. I know that I can place ample faith in you” saying so she glanced asquint at him lovingly but a little fearfully and he heard her whispering, “Promise me that you won’t give me any pain.”
Thence, he focused his sharp eyes at her pleading bright blue eyes with heartfelt compassion. Whilst kissing her pair of red lips again, he stated determinedly, “No, darling, I promise you that I won’t make you pain. You are like a blossoming dahlia flower to me and I’ll delight you unfathomably without causing even the minimum pain to your blossoming bud down there. By the way, my Gem, have you brought any white cloth with you?”
He witnessed her smiling bashfully with downcast eyes. In the next moment, she murmured, “My darling Sir, you are a very witty person, I must say! I know the reason why you are searching for a white cloth; you want to check my pure virginity and see whether I am an immaculate girl, aren’t you, Sir? Alright, in another few hours time, it’ll be the night time. Then, you could, with your own eyes witness the virgo intacta status of your poor innocent girl. But, my deity, I never anticipated this type of a consummation even in my dreams and as such didn’t bring whatever white cloth with me!”
“Never mind, my Angel. Before we go to lunch with the other participants, we’ll drop in at the Supermarket. There we can buy the white cloth and the pills we need and also a small scissor and a tube of hair-removal cream” uttering thus, he grimaced funnily.
“Sir, you definitely know that this poor, innocent orphaned girl will agree to anything you say. But, please Sir, only promise me that you’ll protect and safeguard me forever; that is quite enough for me and I won’t ask you anything more!” saying so with determination, she glanced at his face curiously and inquired, “by the way, Sir, why do you need to buy a small scissor and a tube of hair-removal cream, ah?”
“Never worry, my darling golden angel. I hereby solemnly promise that I’ll protect and look after you until my last day. It’s a solemn pledge as strong as the Great Wall of China!” Thus giving her the firm assurance she undoubtedly required, he adorning his fair face with an amorously queer smile, asked in a low tone, “My darling golden angel, is your vagina epilated?”
She smiled rather bashfully and looking asquint at him, murmured, “What do you mean, Sir? I don’t understand you?”
“Hey, my cute little nymphet, what I mean by the word, ‘epilate’ is whether your vagina is hairless, that means whether you have shaven it fully or removed your pubic hair by applying any cream, do you understand now, my silly little lass?”
Wriggling shyly on his lap, she levelled her eyes downward and after a little while shook her head indicating a negative answer. He thence sneaked his right hand between her thighs over her skirt and kneading them gently, remarked: “I knew it, my pure virgin and that is why I need a small scissor to cut down your virgin pubic hair and preserve them as an everlasting memento of our first-ever conjugal conjunction, sealed in a white envelope. Why I need a tube of hair-removal cream is to then remove all the tiny bristles left on your vagina and to make it glittering with brilliance like a sundial, thereby facilitating one of my cherished favourite foreplays, you understand my little fairy?”
Being a well-trained Medical Assistant, she judiciously understood what was predominantly haunting in the erotic mind of her Guru-lover. Nevertheless, being an inexperienced, coy and bashful virgin girl of 20 years, she became almost astounded and speechless and buried her face in his bosom in utter sensual confusion.
The two lovers did not know how long they remained in that posture, emotionally feeling the swathing warmth of each other’s loving embrace. Suddenly, Prageeth felt that his lover-girl extricating herself from his tight embrace and getting out of his lap, running into the attached bathroom. He grimaced humorously when he realized the outcome of his continuous stroking and kneading on her smooth, velvety and silky pair of thighs, not over her skirt but under her skirt rather unintentionally, perhaps driving his innocent, inexperienced lover-girl into realms of ecstasy and delight, she never imagined ever existed.
Passing several glimpses at the closed bathroom door, he smiled spontaneously and walking up to a window, began watching the picturesque panoramic view seen through the window. He could see the range of buildings belonging to the University of Zurich Campus constructed conforming to the Gothic Architecture with pointed-arch style prevalent in the Christian Churches of Western Europe including England during the era 12th to 16th centuries, portraying almost perpendicular decorated structures which environment became instrumental in bringing in an awe-inspiring as well as an awe-stricken feeling into his mind. He analyzed that he was inspired with awe due to the majestic appearance of the Gothic Architecture; but what made him to be awe-stricken, he wondered. Was it due to his ethically-oriented mindset he entertained of his young innocent lover-girl, Subhani who would definitely become his unwed bride by totally sacrificing her unblemished virginity to him tonight? Nonetheless, was he in a comfortable and compatible psychosis to make her his legal wife some day? Could he substitute Subhani’s image in place of the indelible image of Madhumathie registered in his conscious as the inscriptions on a rock-tablet? Hence, he firmly decided to disclose his excruciatingly painful and tragic past to Subhani and obtain her unstinted consent before she became his unwedded bride tonight.
He pondered over the truism that he was able to extinguish the burning inferno of hate and vengeance against barbarous inhumanity inevitably bred within his mind, preponderantly due to the enchanting and bewitching vision of Madhumathie’s total nudity he casually witnessed which acted as an all-encompassing panacea strong enough to quell the conflagration generated and nurtured in his conscience. Nevertheless, Madhumathie had been driven far away from him by the evil hand of the Karmic force, never to return again and bestow on him the unfathomable pleasure and delight he was accustomed to in the sublime life she led with him. However, in the final analysis, he realized that it was a purposeless futile exercise to entertain such hatred and revengeful feelings any longer that kept on blemishing and tormenting his conscious unstoppably.
Whilst contemplating over on these premises, realization dawned on him about the issue that on reaching total satisfaction and delight by blissfully engaging in consented coition tonight with his nymphet lover-girl Subhani who bore verisimilitudes to Madhu, his subconscious would permit him to substitute Subhani in Madhu’s place in his lonely heart. Thus, he deliberated that the most opportune time for him to unravel his painful past to her would be the time-span available after their visit to the Supermarket in order to buy their urgent needs followed by lunch.
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They visited the Supermarket and purchased all their needs. Prageeth was more or less delighted with humour when Subhani wrested from him like a mischievous little girl, the parcel that contained the white cloth, the packet of morning-after-pills, the tube of hair-removal cream and the small scissor and kept it tightly pressed on to her bosom all the way from the Supermarket to their residential room. Thereafter, both of them participated at the lunch and got to know the delegates from other countries who became close friends no sooner than they were introduced to each other.
Back in their room, they began enjoying a siesta together reclining on their large bed. Smiling with much humour, he asked her the reason for dashing into the bathroom all of a sudden while they were embracing each other in the morning. Looking asquint at him bashfully, she replied: “My darling Sir, you are a really a naughty boy! I never thought that you could muster that blatant courage to boldly insert your hand under my skirt like a playboy and play with my thighs so expertly and I nearly fainted by your stimulation.”
“My little cute angel, did you feel any wetness with my stimulation?” he asked jovially.
She did not respond to his query but with downcast half-closed eyes, abruptly shut his mouth with her hand. Thereupon, caressing her amorously and positing several warm deep kisses on her wet red lips, he declared, “Darling, before we come together as husband and wife tonight and unite our bodies and souls never to part in this life, I fervently think that it is my bounden duty to reveal every minute detail of my past life to you. However, honey, it is not a pleasant, happy one but a heartrending, sorrowful and pathetic tale. Moreover, it is a true story full of unbearable grief, misery and hatred. In the circumstances, are you prepared to listen to it, my precious?”
“My Handsome Prince Charming, however sorrowful, pathetic, full of grief and hatred and heartrending the story of your past life may be, I prefer to listen to it attentively and patiently. Therefore, my deity, please narrate your full story to me without omitting even an iota of it, alright!”
“Sure, darling, I’ll relate it from the very beginning in the manner you want. However, my sweetheart, whilst recounting it, I might become writhing in unbearable pain of mind owing to the inextinguishable hatred and revengeful nature and characteristics surrounding the entire episode. Therefore, would you mind allowing me to place my poor head in your beautiful smooth cleavage and swathe myself with the soothing warmth and consolation of your plump protruding pair of breasts and also permit me to caress and sip your soft nipples with my lips, my golden angel?”
She smiled amorously illustrating her willingness and brought her pair of plump pointed breasts aligning with his face whilst enwrapping him with her hands and caressing his torso in a tight grip, thus fulfilling his most lovable, kind and humble request.
Chapter One
It was a palatial two-storey residence situated bordering Ward Place, Colombo-07, Sri Lanka. Although it was not a newly built modern house, any onlooker would come to the conclusion that this beautiful house comprises all the modern architectural techniques both in its internal as well as external features. If one considers the age of this building, it was a little over 30 years. Nevertheless, it was no exaggeration to state that the expert manner in which this residence had been maintained, it appeared more modern than an altogether newly-built modern structure.
The land on which this building was located contained about 30 perches in extent. The entire land appeared like a beautiful floral garden. Five ground ponds had been designed on either side and in front of the residence. All such ponds portrayed the picturesque scene of water cascading through huge rocks and flowing on to the surface of each pond. In the middle of every pond, either the enchanting statues of nymph like young women or structures of Chinese lanterns could be seen. The sight of various types of ornamental and exotic fish swimming hither and thither in these ponds happened to be main centre of attraction and the cynosure of all eyes.
The proud owner of this magnificent residence was Professor Peshala Ranatunga. Graduating from two Sri Lankan State Universities and also having gained many Professional Qualifications to his credit, he happened to be one of the few intellectuals who had served all the Sectors in the Sri Lankan Economy, viz. State, Corporation, Private and Cooperative. Because of this exceptional type of experience gained through a long period and also dependant on his educational and professional qualifications, he had been invited to deliver specialist lectures in the Visiting Faculties in the Universities and also in other Professional Institutes. Apart from these educational activities, he gave vent to his second forte, his second love, English and Sinhalese Literature. By this time, he had produced more than a dozen Novels in English which had been published in English speaking foreign lands and also several research studies on ‘first-ever’ themes and Translations of International Classics in Sinhalese. Just past 60 years in age, he had made known that he derived a great satisfaction by educating and training Executives attached to numerous business organizations on the topics of Management, Marketing and Salesmanship.
A kind-hearted lady of 53 years, by the name of Vijitha Ranatunga was the loving and faithful wife of Professor Peshala Ranatunga. She being an expert in the culinary art proved to be an ideal housewife who unhesitatingly attended to all and sundry work in the house which activities and tasks of her were vividly observed by her husband with a gesture of gratitude and complacency.
Although this mutually attached couple desired for many offspring, perhaps owing to some Karmic force, they were bestowed with only one child, a son, who became the apple of their eyes. This son, Prageeth escalated himself to become a medical student in the Medical College of Sri Lanka. Being an exceptionally bright scholar, he completed his intern period in the General Hospital, Colombo, and having been selected to do Postgraduate Studies in Medicine on a scholarship awarded by the United Kingdom was billed to fly to the University of Edinburgh, Scotland in another few days time. It became an extremely distressing event for the Ranatunga couple to see their only son leaving them for a period of two years since this long absence of their son was the first ever of its kind they experienced. For the Professor, though his son had attained 24 years, yet a small kid and thus he used to call him ‘My pet’ like in the olden days when he was a child.
“My small doctor pet, then you are flying far away leaving us behind, aren’t you?” asking so, Professor Ranatunga embraced his son to his bosom and began shedding tears. It seemed that unable to bear the grief, the son turned mute with tear filled eyes. In the same token, the mother, Vijitha too caressing her son to her bosom started to sob unceasingly.
A little while later, regaining her composure and stroking the head of her son, she uttered, “My son, never forget us; whenever time permits, please come to visit us, alright!”
“Father and mother, you two are my divine benefactors and as such, how in the world could I forget both of you?” stating thus with determination, Prageeth knelt down before his parents and worshipped them in supplication.
“Once you leave us, son” said the Professor glancing at his wife, “we’ll feel very lonely and desolate here. Therefore, both your mother and I have decided after the elapse of about two months from the date of your arrival in Scotland, to set forth on a journey to Europe, commencing with a trip around the Mediterranean Sea, to visit France and England and finally to Scotland to see you. What’s your opinion about our suggestion, my pet?”
“That’s a very fine idea, father! I heard that the environment around the Mediterranean Sea is extremely salubrious climate wise and fabulously picturesque that one must see in his lifetime. Invariably, it’ll be a tremendous experience for both of you, I am sure. Anyway, father, when you leave our house, who is going to look after it? I think you’ll have to hire a security service to keep a watch on the house, isn’t it?”
“It’s a good idea to hire a security service; but son, they normally keep a watch on the garden and the exterior of the house. Then the final result would be that the interior of the house will become totally neglected and untidy. What I thought was to advertise in the newspapers and give the house on rent as a fully furnished one for a period of one year to a decent family. Sometimes, there might be the possibility that a decent foreign family interested in his type of a house may even come forward.”
“Your idea seems to be good, father. However, in renting the house we must be very careful. Because, the society we live in today is not the same you witnessed earlier during your younger days. Today’s society is full of fakes and frauds, you know. Therefore, you must give the house on rent to decent and known persons only, O. K...”
“Thank you very much for the prudent advice, my doctor pet! I’ll keep that in mind.”
Dr. Prageeth then glanced most affectionately at his father with an appealing smile on his face and posed another question: “Father, when you are away, who is going to look after our Tea Estate and Bungalow at Bogawantalawa?”
Prageeth lucidly observed that the very moment he made mention about the Tea Estate and Bungalow at Bogawantalawa, his father abruptly delving into a pensive mood. Allowing sufficient time for his father to be in contemplation, he asked, “What are you thinking, father, is there any problem about the estate?”
“There is no problem at all about the estate, son, because I can hand over its management temporarily to our Estate Development Society. What I was thinking is about my devoted and faithful people living in Bogawantalawa whom I couldn’t meet for some time as I was unable to visit them. Anyway, I think that it is best to go and see them before we embark on our foreign travel.”
“But father, now even that country side may also be subject to the prevailing vicious pattern of society; therefore, when you are doing your travelling to that area, try to exert caution as much as possible. Whenever you go out of Colombo to the outstations in your car, make it a point to carry your licensed pistol in your car always, O. K...”
Yet for all purposes, Professor Ranatunga tended to regard his son as a kid, at this point, his facial expressions indicated the fact that he had accepted the advice given by his son as explicitly paramount.
“Yes dear, what our son says is the complete truth; we know that our son has grasped quite a lot from the society very much more than what he had learnt at the Medical College. The current situation in the country is rather dissimilar to the situation that prevailed during our younger days; humanity has, more or less been mortgaged for the sake of money; people are being killed even for Five-Ten thousand Rupees; women are being waylaid and robbed for their jewellery. Because of that, dear, it is best that you take all precautionary measures even when you go to our estate,” Vijitha advised her husband.
“Yes, father, what mother says is quite true; therefore, it is best that you take all precautions when you travel to outstations, alright!” Prageeth said finally.
A little while later, the Toyota Carina motor car driven by Prageeth with his beloved parents was seen leaving their residence heading to the Katunayaka International Airport for him to catch the flight to Edinburgh, Scotland.
Chapter Two
Whilst undergoing specialist and extensive studies in Ophthalmology in the Medical Faculty of the University of Edinburgh, Prageeth never forgot to maintain constant rapport with his parents in Sri Lanka over the telephone, Skype and Email. In the course of his research studies, some of the salient discoveries and findings carried out by him earned the plaudits of his Professors, especially of Professor Jack Smith under whose supervision and guidance he worked. The Research Papers he contributed to the Journal of Medical Science published by the Medical Faculty of the University of Edinburgh on the issues of giving sight to Congenitally Blind, rectifying Retinal Detachments and restoring former vision and restoring vision of Glaucoma Patients were considered as innovative breakthrough in Ophthalmology.
Whilst his research studies were progressing at a rapid pace for a period of almost ten months, one day he received a telephone call on his mobile phone from his father that made him delighted to a very great extent.
“My doctor pet,” said his father, “in a few days time, your mother and I will be taking the Qatar Air Ways flight Qt-326 to Rome from Colombo. Once we arrive in Rome, we have planned to embark on a voyage around the Mediterranean Sea in a small vessel. It may take about one month to complete this voyage. It will be after that only we’ll be able to come to Scotland to see you, O. K...”
“Oh! My dearest father, what a glorious event is coming on my way! My divine benefactors are arriving in Europe and Scotland to see me. How fortunate am I? Father, the moment the flight details are confirmed, will you please keep me informed as soon as possible? Then, I can keep a very clear track on your movements. There is an Italian lady doctor who is studying with me and has helped me a lot; she has invited me to visit her home in Italy once we get a short vacation. If our visit to Italy coincides with your arrival in Rome, then I can meet both of you before you come to Edinburgh.”
“Hey, my doctor pet! I feel that the cat is out of the bag! Who is this Italian lady doctor? Is she a girl or a woman? Well, we can see who she is when we meet her, alright! But, my dear boy, although I have no objection, your mother may not like this type of relationships at all. What she desires is to make a beautiful Sinhalese girl her daughter-in-law and you know that in no uncertain terms. Therefore, if your relationship is a love affair, I would advise you not to carry it too far.”
“Oh! No, father” Prageeth seemed to be mildly laughing, “She is a very nice girl of my own age; my best friend and definitely not my lover. Please tell mother not to worry about our close friendship. Father, I need to talk to her. Would you mind giving the phone to her?”
The cordial conversation between the mother and son continued for a while which the father guessed mostly dwelled on the maternal advice given to the son on the desired type of partner for him.
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All the flight passengers scheduled to take the Qatar Air Ways flight no. QT-326 to Rome on that day had arrived in at Katunayake International Airport by midnight and faced the formal security checks and emigration requirements. This flight was scheduled to take off from the Katunayaka Airport at 14.20 hours on the following day. The people at the Airport saw that this flight carrying the passengers taking off at the correct scheduled time and disappear altogether in the sky.
Professor and Mrs. Ranatunga without fail, informed their son of all the flight details and the scheduled times of leaving the Katunayake Airport and the arrival in Rome Airport, by telephone and E-mail. Rejoicing and apprising all his colleagues of his beloved parent’s arrival in Rome, Prageeth remained in Edinburgh at that time. Especially Annmarie, who turned the best friend and confidante of Prageeth from the day they met each other at the Medical Faculty of the University of Edinburgh was extremely concerned of his happiness and welfare and thus kept a track of the arrival of Qatar Air Ways flight no.QT-326 to its destination, Rome that carried his parents. Incidentally, she was in her room in the Campus watching her TV and tracking the flights movements in her computer.
All of a sudden, she saw the TV programme being relayed at the moment had been stopped to permit “News Just In” and became stunned and confused by what was announced. However, regaining her usual stable composure, she browsed the Internet on her computer and verified the authenticity of the news item announced over the TV.
She felt that her eyes had become clouded with tears. ‘Oh! God, how am I to relate this distressing information to my dearest friend, Prageeth?’ pondering thus she heaved a deep long sigh illustrating untold sorrowfulness emerged in her mind for her bosom friend. Nevertheless, in the ensuing moment she thought that by not informing him of this unfortunate incident almost immediately, she would be doing an unfaithful act to her best friend but emotionally felt that she was quivering internally and found herself loss of words to tell him. By marking the cross on her bosom, she eventually mustered courage and got connected to him on his mobile phone. She then heard his voice on the other end:
“Ann dear, what’s the problem at this hour? It’s almost midnight” he said.
“Prageeth, my friend, did you watch the TV news?” she asked.
“No dear, why? Has something special happened?”
“Dearest, now don’t get excited! Just a little while ago, it was announced over the TV as a special News Just In that the Qatar Air Ways flight QT-326 had crashed on to the Caucasian Mountain and was completely destroyed. I verified the authenticity of this news from the Internet too.”
“That can’t be true, Ann. My parents came to Rome in this same flight. There must be something wrong somewhere, I am sure! Are you positive that you got this news confirmed by the Internet?”
“I am positive, one hundred per cent, dearest! Anyway, you just stay in your room. I’ll call over there immediately, O. K...”
Although the dialogue on the phone ended, Prageeth did not get unduly perturbed. In the next moment, he phoned the Main TV Station in Edinburgh and inquired about the full details of the news that was conveyed to him by Annmarie. Almost bringing him to a state of mental and physical horripilation and exasperation, the TV Station confirmed the truth about the airplane crash and added that the said flight crashed into the Caucasian Mountain Range, exploding and destroying it totally, leaving no survivors among the passengers and the flight crew.
Soon after listening to this pathetic and heartrending information, Prageeth became unable to stand on his feet and collapsed on the bed in a near unconscious state. When Annmarie arrived in his room few minutes later, she found him totally unconscious and inert. Being an expert doctor, she immediately administered first-aid treatment on him and very soon brought him to a satisfactory conscious state.
“Prageeth, my dearest, I’ll stay with you like your own shadow throughout and as such never worry. There is no point in getting unnecessarily troubled. Tomorrow morning we’ll fly to Rome and peruse the passenger list from the Airport. In the first instant, we’ll check whether your parents, in actual fact, boarded this disastrous flight” mentioning thus in a consoling tone, she affectionately stroked his brow and placed a passionate kiss on it. In the very next minute, she brought a frown on to her forehead in an inquisitive manner and said:
“Prageeth, shall we give a telephone call to your home in Colombo and find out the situation there?”
“That’s a fine idea, dear. In fact, I also thought so. You being with me is a great strength to me. I’ll contact our home in Colombo over my mobile.”
Prageeth heard the continuous ringing tone from their residence in Colombo, Sri Lanka. However, there seemed to be nobody in the house to answer the telephone call.
“Ann, my father leased our house with the furniture to an Engineer by the name of Wilmot Weerapperuma for a period of one year. He had promised to take over the keys of the house at the point of my parents leaving the house to the Airport. My father’s Toyota-Carina car along with its accessories was entrusted to his elder brother, my paternal uncle; his telephone number is with me. We’ll phone him now and ask my parents whereabouts.”
In the ensuing minute, Prageeth got connected to another telephone line in Sri Lanka. The voice he heard subsequent to a continuous ringing tone was very familiar to him.
“Uncle, I am Prageeth speaking from Edinburgh, Scotland. Would you tell me whether my father and mother left there in order to come to Rome?”
“Ah! My son, Prageeth. Yes, they did, son. Last night, your father called me around nine o’clock and informed me that as they were going in a hired station-wagon by a taxi-service, they would be leaving the house a little earlier. He also said that his tenant, Engineer Wilmot Weerapperuma also would be coming to take over the house from him at that time. Although he told me that before they board the flight he would definitely call me from the Airport, I was wondering why he didn’t do so. Why do you ask all these details, son? Is there any problem?”
Prageeth’s uncle, Mahinda waited impatiently for a prompt reply from his nephew, but only heard a faint heaving of a long and sorrowful sigh. A moment later, Prageeth uttered in a shattered and shivering voice: “Uncle, the Qatar Air Ways flight QT-326 to which my parents had boarded had crashed into the Caucasian Mountains last night and was completely destroyed leaving no survivors. It was announced over the TV here which we got confirmed through the Internet.”
“Oh! My God! Do you mean to say that my only dear brother and sister are no more, my son? I just can’t simply believe it! But, how do we know whether they actually boarded the flight? Alright, the flight you said was Qatar Air Ways QT-326, isn’t it? I’ll right away check from the Katunayake Airport whether my brother and sister really boarded that flight, last night! Now, son, your phone number is registered in my phone CLI. I’ll check immediately and call you back. Good bye, then!”
With tear-filled bloated eyes, Prageeth thence turned towards Ann and grasping both her hands with his said, “Ann, shall we call again that Engineer Wilmot Weerapperuma?”
Professor Ranatunga’s landline telephone in Sri Lanka started ringing again. Prageeth heard a “Hello” from that end.
“Hello! Is that Mr. Wilmot Weerapperuma?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“Mr. Weerapperuma, I am Dr. Prageeth Ranatunga, son of Professor Peshala Ranatunga from Scotland. Would you mind telling me the time my parents left for the Airport from our house?”
“Ah! Doctor, last night I came here to take over the keys from the Professor by about 9.30 p. m. After about 15 minutes time, a station-wagon from a taxi-service arrived in and your parents loaded their suit-cases into the station-wagon and left for the Airport. Why do you ask all these details, doctor? Haven’t they reached Rome by now?”
“Mr. Weerapperuma, the Qatar Air ways flight QT-326 in which my parents were to reach Rome had crashed into the Caucasian Mountains last night and explored leaving no survivors. Because of this reason, I really need to find out whether my parents physically boarded that miserable flight.”
“I am very sorry, doctor. I’ll try to get the information you wanted, from the Katunayake Airport in a while. Would you mind calling me in another two hours time?”
“Thank you, Mr. Weerapperuma, I’ll call you.”
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By early morning on that fateful day, the mass media carried a full account of the flight disaster. The newspapers had elaborated on the fatal airplane crash and published news items stating that the Qatar Air Ways flight bearing no. QT-326 commencing its journey from the Sri Lankan Katunayake International Airport at the exact scheduled time of 14.20 hours, Sri Lankan time, while flying over the Caucasian Mountain Range in close proximity to the Black Sea in Europe, had crashed into it and explored instantaneously, destroying the whole aircraft and its passengers including the flight’s crew around 12.30 hours in situ time. The complete list of passengers who boarded the ill-fated flight was made available at the Katunayake Airport Terminal Office almost immediately.
After the elapse of about two hours, Prageeth’s mobile phone started ringing and he saw from its dial that it was his Uncle Mahinda who was on line.
“Son Prageeth, this is Uncle Mahinda. I thoroughly checked the embarkation list from Katunayake. Your father and mother had not definitely boarded the flight. It is reported that although their names are there in the passenger list, they had not come to the Airport before the embarkation time and had not boarded the flight. I am at a loss to understand where they had gone without coming to the Airport. Son, Shall I inform the Police of their disappearance?”
“Yes, uncle, you may report to the Police of their disappearance giving full details. Meanwhile, I have made plans to come to Sri Lanka as soon as I get a flight. Once I embark on to the flight, I’ll let you know the complete flight details. I’ll see you then, uncle and good luck!”
“Good bye, son. See you soon.”
He saw his bosom friend, Annmarie hanging around him like his shadow. He requested her to arrange his outward flight to Sri Lanka on line and obtain an Electronic Air Ticket for him and proceeded on to telephone Sri Lanka again. It occurred to his mind that his father used to obtain the services of a taxi-service situated very close to their Colombo Residence, whenever the need arose and that it went under the name, “Ace Cab Service.”
“Is that Ace Cab Service?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir, it is. At what time do you need the vehicle and where?”
“I am Dr. Prageeth Ranatunga speaking from Scotland. My father is Professor Peshala Ranatunga from Ward Place. Could you please tell me whether my father booked a station-wagon to travel to Katunayake Airport between nine and ten last night?”
“Hold on Sir, one moment.” A silence for a short while prevailed. “Yes Sir. Professor Peshala Ranatunga had booked a station-wagon for Airport drop yesterday at 10.00 p. m. However, at the last moment around 9.00 last night, he had cancelled his booking.”
“Has he given any reason for the cancellation of his booking?” queried Prageeth.
“Yes Sir. A friend of the Professor had offered to take him and his wife to the Airport in his van. That is the reason he had given for the cancellation of our station-wagon.”
“Thank you very much for the information” concluded Prageeth.
Within the ensuing half hour, Annmarie had purchased an Electronic Air Ticket on line from Sri Lankan Airlines for Prageeth to fly to Sri Lanka. Apprising her of the latest information he gathered about his parent’s travel from home to the Airport last night, he with her help packed his suit cases with his belongings for his travel to Sri Lanka. He wrote a comprehensive letter to his Professor in the Medical Faculty explaining the grave predicament he was placed in and requested leave for an indefinite period until his parents were found. Providing his bosom girl-friend with his contact physical address, e-mail address and telephone numbers, he most kindly asked her to furnish a detailed account of his unfortunate situation to his Professors and the Management of the Faculty on his behalf.
The Sri Lankan Airlines flight was scheduled to take off from the Edinburgh Airport around midday and Annmarie brought him to the Airport in her car allowing him sufficient time to attend to the embarkation formalities. Prior to bidding her good bye, he with tear-filled eyes, thoroughly kissed her beautiful red lips and uttered in a quivering voice: “You are a great friend, my dearest sweetheart and I’ll never ever forget you, my darling cute Ann!”
“Good bye, my dearest darling” responded Annmarie and with much difficulty permitted him to depart from her, displaying a beautiful pair of blue eyes clouded with warm tears.
Chapter Three
While being seated in the passenger lounge of the Edinburgh Airport, Prageeth contacted his Uncle Mahinda in Sri Lanka and furnished him with all the details of his arrival in the Katunayaka International Airport. Thus, Mahinda was at the Airport arriving there in Professor Ranatunga’s Toyota-Carina car, in time to pick up Prageeth.
Embracing each other, the uncle and the nephew were now heading towards Nugegoda where the uncle’s residence was situated. The car was now driven by the nephew.
“Now son” said Mahinda opening the discussion, “I have lodged a complaint at the Cinnamon Gardens Police Station giving all the details of the disappearance of your father and mother. The Inspector in charge there assured me that he would look into the matter immediately.”
“Uncle, do you know that something very contradictory had happened regarding my parent’s travel to the Airport? Before my departure from Scotland, I phoned the Ace Cab Service located very close our residence whose vehicles are hired by my father whenever the need arose. My father had booked a station-wagon from them for the Airport-drop, but at the last moment cancelled the booking saying that they would be travelling to the Airport in a friend’s van. Therefore, we can presume that they had gone to the Airport in this friend’s van but that van had not taken them to the Airport. So, Uncle, for my father to cancel the booking of the Cab Service and instead gone in the van of his friend, this friend should be a closely known person, isn’t it? Then, who could be this close friend? Now I have the suspicion that this so-called close friend, masquerading under the guise of a friend, kidnapped my parents in order to demand a ransom?”