Diamond in the Rough Ch. 02

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Somehow, despite her hideousness, Lust was drawn to her.
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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 11/03/2013
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Akhilesh hated farming and not only because it was strenuous. She felt uneasy so close to the woods. When she was younger, she imagined demons biding their time until she made a fatal mistake. Her Father waved that all away as simple nonsense but Akhilesh still believed in it ... even now.

Her father always traveled through those woods to town, a rifle kept handy. The woods were not safe and they were forbidden. But that didn't mean she couldn't draw them from her home. She drew them with tall broad trees and instead of their being a simple house, the family lived in a mansion like the Lord.

It wasn't reality, but a delusion. A falsehood she had to embrace sometimes. Pa always said that truth was better than lies, even if it was a painful truth. Lies brought discord and darkness, truth brought healing and peace.

But Akhilesh would rather live in a lie. A sweet,comforting lie rather than a cold, harsh truth.

Her Ma made her toast with jam and she took this outside, along with a leather bound journal Pa got her long ago. She used it sparingly, knowing how expensive those kinds of things were. Her pencil was sharpened to a point.

The wind was strong but cool, the heat of the sun made more tolerable. She looked into the woods, seeing nothing but darkness between it's trees.

When Akhilesh drew it, light was present in the forest and pretty humming birds flew. There were flowers and not the dirt of the farm. No one had to work hard. She was darkening in the leaves of the trees when she heard the bushes rustling.

There was again no wind.

Akhilesh could feel fear take hold of her heart again and couldn't help but feel pissed off, was this some prank or twisted game?

Maybe she was being unreasonable, yeah that had to be it. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when her mother called her in.

"Akhilesh!"

"Coming!" called the girl and she left her drawing down as she ran inside, all thought of it gone.

When she entered her Ma was at the table, her cloth and needles thrown all over the place.

"I made you something," Ma said.

"Mittens?" Akhilesh asked sceptically, "It's not even fall Ma."

Her Ma shook her head.

"No fool, something far better. I always felt troubled that I didn't make you one. Every woman should have one Akhilesh."

Urgh! Ma was getting sentimental, just like the time Akhilesh first got her period. It was embarrassing and the young woman couldn't help but blush.

"Ma what is it? You are worrying me a bit."

Her mother smiled calmly.

" It's nothing to fear,only to rejoice."

She stood up onto her feet and motioned her daughter to follow. Akhilesh did so, eager to know what was in store for her.

Her Ma was taking her to her room,and laid out her bed was one of the most spectacular sights in the world. It was a sari, with shiny gold embroiders on the hem of the skirt and a solid black color. A matching black scarf laid across it.

"Ma... you made this for me?"

Her Ma nodded.

"I knew you said you never wanted one, but I could not live with myself for never trying to."

Her daughter gave her a big hug.

"Thanks Ma," she said, her voice muffled.

Her eyes fell wet; Akhilesh didn't let go. She didn't even dare to breath because she knew if she did, Akhilesh would start crying.

"You're crying?"

"No." Her tears dampened the shoulder of her mother.

Her mother pulled away, taking her face into her hands

"Look at me." Akhilesh eyes met her mother's.

"Why are you crying if it didn't matter to you Akhilesh? "

"It's too beautiful to be wasted on me," Akhilesh said bitterly.

Her mother frowned.

"Sari's are for every woman. I wanted to wear them, nice ones but my aunt didn't care too much for me. She didn't want to waste money on me over her own children. And in any case, why would I need a beautiful one? It wouldn't make me look any better, I would still be ugly."

She fell silent, brooding over the memory.

"I want things to be different for you Akhilesh. You help the family, and you have never disrespected me. That in itself is beautiful and what better way to enhance it than with a sari?"

Akhilesh was silent; she didn't want to wear it. It was stupid, trying to look pretty and it was all vain. But a part of her wanted to wear the sari to see if she would be as pretty as her mother said.

But the young woman pushed those thoughts, they were childish and stupid. She should've moved on..

"I'll still be ugly."

"To who," Ma challenged ," the world or yourself?"

"You know I'm ugly. Ugly like you!"

She hated the words coming out her mouth but it was true.

"You'll have grace and modesty, that is worth far more than beauty!"

Akhilesh sighed, in surrender.

"It won't even fit my breasts," she mumbled.

"Stop exaggerating! Who are you trying to impress?"

Akhilesh groaned.

"No one Ma, it's the truth. Everyone knows it."

"I made sure it could stretch far enough to fit over your bosom and the scarf will do a far better job of hiding them than those shirts."

Akhilesh couldn't say anything against that.

"I can't work in this Ma, it's too nice."

"It's not for work. But if it bothers you that much, I will make simpler ones. Now try it on."

She tried it one- after shooing her mother away. Akhilesh gingerly picked up the petticoat off the ground. It was long and she had no doubt it would cover her legs fully. Her height had always been a problem in finding clothes. She remembered watching her mother wrap the skirt around into pleats along her waist, a few inches off the ground.

After Akhilesh threw off her trousers, she attempted to wear the pallu, the decorated cloth wrapped over the sari was transparent and she could feel a chill of excitement. Akhilesh's fingers were clumsy, and often the sari fell, improperly she made it through successfully at last she wore the sari's length and warmth and softness. Her job was not done yet.

Her eyes ran back to the bed, a wide choli left for her breasts, it was short sleeved and cut off a few inches below. Luckily, the scarf would hide her midriff and breasts from view.

She slipped it one, glad that it wasn't such a struggle to pull it over her chest. It was snug but comfortable. She draped the last bit of her pallu over her right shoulder.

"Ma, I'm done. You can come in."

Ma rushed in and stopped upon seeing her daughter. She gasped, covering her mouth and stood.

"What?"

"Come here, and look in the mirror in the kitchen."

Akhilesh walked after her, stopping in front of the mirror on the wall near the sink. She couldn't find any words to describe her emotions now.

She didn't see a tall, soiled peasant girl. She saw a woman, a woman of great stature in her magnificent garbs. Her stomach was flat and toned, her arms lean. The pallu hugged the curves of her body and really accentuated her figure, it was a shame it couldn't fix her face.

"I like it Ma, I like it. But I don't want to wear it too much, it'll get dirty."

"That's okay, I just want you to keep it. I won't always be here you know.."

Akhilesh draped an arm over her mother's shoulder pushing her closer.

"I know. I'll keep it, forever."

She kissed the woman on the cheek and then left back out to get her things. The wind had stopped and her papers were still in front of the house, safe. It was as she bent over to get them that some of the papers flew. Especially the one where she imagined the hut to be a mansion and the forest full of sunshine and beauty.

Clutching her others paper to her chest, she tried running after it but the damned sari was cumbersome and the wind too fast anyway. She would've got it but it was already near the forest and in any case an arm suddenly snapped out from the trees and caught it in a firm grip.

Akhilesh stood, the figure hidden in the shadows of the place. The figure crept out, dressed in a dark overcoat and boots. His hair was short and messy and his face smug, a smirk tugging at his lips.

His black almond eyes scanned over her body, his grin growing disgustingly. it was only then that He extended out his hand, offering her drawings back.

Who was this freak?

Akhilesh shook her head and felt exposed. Maybe wearing this sari was foolish in front of this perverted man, or maybe he was the one watching her from before.

She paled and hurried inside, closing the door. She hid in her room, her forehead sweating profusely.

After a few minutes Akhilesh peeked her head outside her bedroom window. But when she looked, the strange man was gone and with it her beloved drawing.

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arrowglassarrowglassabout 6 years ago
Why have you stopped?

You have potential and have my attention, but I seeit has been years since you wrote this. Too bad it has not been completed!

evebroughtanaxthistimeevebroughtanaxthistimeover 7 years ago

Pity 'bout this story, huh? It is really a 'diamond in the rough' in itself. Real pity. Maybe the writer stumbles across it again soon and remembers how it commences. Then maybe she gets really drunk by accident and writes the whole thing down in a black-out and posts it, mistakes and all. I really don't mind mistakes. If the story is good and especially when the writer stays individual, I am as happy as a hungry person digging into granny's cooking.

bloodandsandbloodandsandover 9 years ago
no update?

nearly a year since this was written.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago

I really hope you update, it's pretty interesting so far

Iread2relaxIread2relaxover 10 years ago
Ok,

Is this man gonna hurt this young woman? I dread that. Great story.

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