“Well, you’re only human, Guruji,” She said rolling her eyes playfully and, smirking. “We’re all capable of feeling strong emotions.”
Nityananda Maharaj looked down at his sweaty chest, running his fingers through his long messy hair. “I know, I know,” He sighed, trying to regain his composure. “But I can’t help but worry about what this means for our relationship, both personally and professionally.”
“So, where do we go from here?” She asked, genuinely curious.
Nityanandaji sighed deeply, his eyes searching hers. “I don’t know, my child. I want you, but I also value my integrity and my commitment to my faith. I’m torn between these two conflicting impulses.”
“Don’t worry Guruji….. I think time would heal your twisted mind…. and one last thing Guruji, you know my daughter is trying to be a mother since her marriage, but the Gyno-Specialist confirmed about her infertility….. won’t she able a real mother in future?” Supriya said looking at their holy family-priest’s face expectantly. “I know only you can find a way out.”
“Yes, last week she came here for that….. and I gave her a ‘Jaba Flower’ blessed by Maa Parvati,” Nityanandaji said.
“I know that Guruji….. she told me everything and she is following your instructions strictly by keeping that ‘Blessed Flower’ under her pillow on which she slept putting her head,” Supriya replied.
“Thanks, I’m sure the great Goddess ‘Maa Parvati’ would fulfill her dream,” Nityanandaji assured the concerning celeb Bengali mother.
To be continued……