Floating in the seas of sorrows , gliding in the rays of happiness we all hear such words but do we ever experience them ? She did not know what was happening to her maybe she was dying or maybe it was rebirth or was it the beginning or the end . She saw a bright light get much brighter than anything she had ever seen before and then she saw it something which she did not know ever existed. Sitting on those pristine white steps was a man in a green kurta with her on his laps and then she went near to him and before she could say anything he said "where were you looking for me ? I have always been here with you..." and then the man took her hand and took her up the steps the steps felt as if they never ended and then at the end of those steps she saw her mom and dad . She ran to them and hugged her mother and her father, she cried and cried for long.
"Nurse when was the last shot valium injected" , shout the a stout sardarji in a white overcoat. The nurse in her Keralite accent said "Saar, valium waaz given at waan aeyaam".
"So how are you young lady?"he said as if he knew she was awake and had been witness to all the dream she just had. "Where am I?" she asked him , "Oh! well Appu Ghar yeh anyi ride hai, issey valium ride kehte hain" the surd wasn't as good as his elder and more horny counterpart Mr. Khushwant Singh but he did try to add humor with his multicolored medicines. "I mean muje kya hua?" she asked him, "You fainted, what else, you do know there is such a thing as food and that you need to eat it..." he did get a little acerbic but this was the fifth case in the month when a bulimic or an anorexic girl was brought because she fainted or was about to die.
"Who got me here?" she asked "I did" replied a familiar husky voice, it was Ravi Kant Singh the neta, he had been in Mumbai for quite sometime and was doing quite well last she heard he was an MLA from some place in Maharashtra. "Ravi you? aap kab aye" she exclaimed in complete astonishment he was the last person she expected to see here on this planet especially after his wife caught him banging her on the roof of his house. "I was here for a case actually and main apne purane ghar jaa raha thi ki tumhe sadak pe shashtang pranam karte hue dekha , so I picked you up and got you here, ab kaisey ho?". "I dunno bas my head is spinning like I just played three straight sets of Ringa ringa rosy" she laughed at her own little joke maybe the surd had rubbed some of his humor onto her or it could be the drugs doing there job.
"Pajent ko spaanj bath dene hai saar" said the fat Keralite nurse . Ravi smirked and left the room and she got ready for the ride of a lifetime as the nurse rubbed a weird sponge which she was sure was also used for mopping the floor on her soft body. "There goes my body shop shea butter down the drain" she exclaimed to herself.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Chapter 16
"Bahia ek Benson Light ka carton aur ek T dena" , the paan-walla gave her a pack of the imported Benson lights which he kept only for his special clients and a another small box of Cavanders which had one tola of Mallana in it. She wasn't a regular hash smoker so he knew she wanted only the best and also the fact she worked for Aamir who would make sheesh kababs out of him and then feed them to his Rottweiler . She took the packs and stuffed them into her purse. The weather was getting pretty rough and little droplets of rain fell from the sky and she thought to herself "Real swell girl! who needs a helmet u said I so hate you and if you weren't my favorite I would've just kicked you".She could feel the effects of hash just by holding it.
She drove her scooty a little faster than usual she did not want to get wet in the downpour.She loved the rains but somehow today all she wanted was to get high and fall asleep and forget what she liked and disliked. It was her way of tuning out of this world.
But like always god the almighty the story creator of the Masses the one who makes a man out of a mouse and a mouse out of a newly married husband.
"Sississsisss" came the sound from her tiny rear wheel and she shouted "Fuck off" and parked her baby Lolita under and old Peepal tree. She had no choice but to abuse in every language she could think off because the small shortcut she took through the road adjoining the old park which was a park only in name and actually a shaadi ground and at this lovely time of the year no lovestruck couple was getting married.
She looked at her poor Lolita and prayed it would fix herself on her own. But, she was a lady and needed a man to handle her and in her case a greasy mechanic who would puff beedi on her lovely black tyres but she loved them and at the rate she was getting flat tyres maybe she was in love with one.
"Just my luck I mean god for once can I just do what I want why is it so fucking hard for you to make my life smooth you hated me when i was a little girl you hated me when i was young and now you hate me coz i sell my body...even you are a whore you help only those pleasure only those who shower you with gifts and buy gold for you or feed you sweets... if you hate me so much then take me away you coward asshole you don't even have balls to come down and confront me..." she shouted loudly in her mind and she kept on swearing for a good half an hour before she slowly started to feel weak she couldn't feel her legs and her head went heavy she could feel her breathing going faster and faster and then she could feel her body was afloat like the winds had carried her away in her arms.
She drove her scooty a little faster than usual she did not want to get wet in the downpour.She loved the rains but somehow today all she wanted was to get high and fall asleep and forget what she liked and disliked. It was her way of tuning out of this world.
But like always god the almighty the story creator of the Masses the one who makes a man out of a mouse and a mouse out of a newly married husband.
"Sississsisss" came the sound from her tiny rear wheel and she shouted "Fuck off" and parked her baby Lolita under and old Peepal tree. She had no choice but to abuse in every language she could think off because the small shortcut she took through the road adjoining the old park which was a park only in name and actually a shaadi ground and at this lovely time of the year no lovestruck couple was getting married.
She looked at her poor Lolita and prayed it would fix herself on her own. But, she was a lady and needed a man to handle her and in her case a greasy mechanic who would puff beedi on her lovely black tyres but she loved them and at the rate she was getting flat tyres maybe she was in love with one.
"Just my luck I mean god for once can I just do what I want why is it so fucking hard for you to make my life smooth you hated me when i was a little girl you hated me when i was young and now you hate me coz i sell my body...even you are a whore you help only those pleasure only those who shower you with gifts and buy gold for you or feed you sweets... if you hate me so much then take me away you coward asshole you don't even have balls to come down and confront me..." she shouted loudly in her mind and she kept on swearing for a good half an hour before she slowly started to feel weak she couldn't feel her legs and her head went heavy she could feel her breathing going faster and faster and then she could feel her body was afloat like the winds had carried her away in her arms.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Chapter 15
Krishna loved to drive fast and was only thrilled to have a car with the word POLICE pasted on his car's rear mirror. He drove on the DND expressway listening to his favorite CD of Kishore Kumar's Golden Hits, but his mind was not there it wandered around the little experience he had that day and was quite convinced that it was the best sensation he had ever felt and was amazed that he had never done it with anyone before. He felt like a tiger freshly released from captivity and he was ready for the world of sex.
He reached NOIDA in about one hour and stopped to the nearest theka and grabbed four bottles of Godfather Beer and one Thunderbolt Beer for that extra kick. He loved doing this every time he drove around in NOIDA and he enjoyed the freedom he got in his uniform.Krishna had a very extraordinary childhood born in a poor Brahmin family of a priest who had two wives, he was the son of the second wife and his father had a daughter from the first wife, his sister was fifteen years elder to him and was in eleventh grade when he was born. Seema his sister was the one who raised him his mother never had the time for the child she never wanted to marry the priest as she was already in love with a muslim carpenter but she couldn't marry him because of her family's pressure. She stuck to having an affair with him and till date she isn't sure if Krishna is the priest's son or of her lover.
Seema gave her what her mother reserved only for her lover, she gave him her milk and she raised him as her own child and till this date she has never married and lives with Krishna in his new two-bedroom hall kitchen which his over-zealous brother had acquired by taking a contract to kill a local drug dealer who had grown to big for his boots and was trying to sell his own maal on the street.
The flat did not have much furniture as it had just been two years since Krishna had joined the force and also he had to save up fifty lakhs to buy his new posting in Rajouri Garden. She had kept a fast on every Thursday for her brother as there was another candidate for the post with an SC/ST quota and a few lakhs more , but the man who had given him the contract was quite happy with the job he did and wanted him in this market where his business was quite flourishing. Once a refugee camp , Rajouri Garden was fast becoming the hub of markets for the new upcoming middle-class who had money and had a taste for everything they saw on T.V.Drugs and Malls were the two most prosperous businesses of Delhi and where better than a market engulfed with Nouveau Riche Teenagers with a handsome pocket money and a taste for fine quality hash, weed and the most surprising part was that the better quality products like Mallana and Afghan did far better than the cheaper ones even though many trade pundits had imagined it the other way around. The Isrealis were useless and seasonal and they could be sold any crap with a mixture of dhoop and they only mattered for the illegal foreign exchange and since the dollar was crashing the rupee market had more potential.
Krishna was a smart man and his B.Com helped him understand the economies of the black market which was far more complex than any Financial Indices ever to be created by the MBA Class . He was the financial planner for the cops and the home ministry in particular which was quite happy in gaining through all sources.His connections with the MBA Class and the Mafia made him a popular figure in the department , mostly hated by peers and greatly valued by seniors. He called himself as the LIC Agent of the Black Market.
He reached NOIDA in about one hour and stopped to the nearest theka and grabbed four bottles of Godfather Beer and one Thunderbolt Beer for that extra kick. He loved doing this every time he drove around in NOIDA and he enjoyed the freedom he got in his uniform.Krishna had a very extraordinary childhood born in a poor Brahmin family of a priest who had two wives, he was the son of the second wife and his father had a daughter from the first wife, his sister was fifteen years elder to him and was in eleventh grade when he was born. Seema his sister was the one who raised him his mother never had the time for the child she never wanted to marry the priest as she was already in love with a muslim carpenter but she couldn't marry him because of her family's pressure. She stuck to having an affair with him and till date she isn't sure if Krishna is the priest's son or of her lover.
Seema gave her what her mother reserved only for her lover, she gave him her milk and she raised him as her own child and till this date she has never married and lives with Krishna in his new two-bedroom hall kitchen which his over-zealous brother had acquired by taking a contract to kill a local drug dealer who had grown to big for his boots and was trying to sell his own maal on the street.
The flat did not have much furniture as it had just been two years since Krishna had joined the force and also he had to save up fifty lakhs to buy his new posting in Rajouri Garden. She had kept a fast on every Thursday for her brother as there was another candidate for the post with an SC/ST quota and a few lakhs more , but the man who had given him the contract was quite happy with the job he did and wanted him in this market where his business was quite flourishing. Once a refugee camp , Rajouri Garden was fast becoming the hub of markets for the new upcoming middle-class who had money and had a taste for everything they saw on T.V.Drugs and Malls were the two most prosperous businesses of Delhi and where better than a market engulfed with Nouveau Riche Teenagers with a handsome pocket money and a taste for fine quality hash, weed and the most surprising part was that the better quality products like Mallana and Afghan did far better than the cheaper ones even though many trade pundits had imagined it the other way around. The Isrealis were useless and seasonal and they could be sold any crap with a mixture of dhoop and they only mattered for the illegal foreign exchange and since the dollar was crashing the rupee market had more potential.
Krishna was a smart man and his B.Com helped him understand the economies of the black market which was far more complex than any Financial Indices ever to be created by the MBA Class . He was the financial planner for the cops and the home ministry in particular which was quite happy in gaining through all sources.His connections with the MBA Class and the Mafia made him a popular figure in the department , mostly hated by peers and greatly valued by seniors. He called himself as the LIC Agent of the Black Market.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Chapter-14
"Oye ek Benson Lights ka dibba de" Shouted the new S.H.O of Rajouri Garden in a crisp and harsh voice at the poor paanwala who wore thick gold chains and was so overweight that only god knew how he fit himself in that little thing he called his rozi-roti , he sure was poor every time he had to give a free packet to the new saheb he got poorer by ninety rupees and every time the saheb overlooked him selling suttas to school children and his special pudiya which was nothing but crappy locally grown weed which he always said was the world best maal , he just was just trying to cover his losses.
He took the packet from him and also the envelope which contained some malai which we call money. He always did the weekly rounds himself as he was new and wanted to understand the hierarchy of cuts and also because the new A.C.P. whom he had decided to personally deliver the packet had a very hot daughter. His mother had rightfully named him Krishana and Mr. Krishana Yadav always lived up to his name right from his teenage , though to many people's and his own amazement he had never had any sexual intercourse with any woman he gone around with and surprisingly a man of his varied eccentricities had his first time with a prostitute who was although quite beautiful but alas a used piece.
"Sahabji ACP ki chori ke saath kahan tak pahuncha?" asked Constable Ram Avtar, who had just one thing common with Lord Rama and that was the name and rest was just anyone's guess."Nahi yaar, hamesha uska baap ghar pe hota hai, jab jao saala dhang se usse taadh ne bhi nahi deta, lene ki baat to bhul hi ja " replied Krishana in a very dejected tone as if he had just lost the Olympic Gold Medal.
After the last stop at Abdul Kasai he and Constable Ram Avtar headed back to the station and under the peepal tree behind the station he and the Head Constable Kulwant Singh divided the malai into packets and he took his packet and the ACPs and head for his new Tata Indigo which had just purchased last week when he helped a local MLA get away with a hit and run case.
He unlocked his car and lit his cigarette and called up Mr. Walia the ACP of the West Zone and informed him that the file which he requested for was ready and he was on the way to deliver it to him.
Word Meanings-
Taadh (Haryanvi) -Stare
Sutta -Cigarette
Chori -Girl
He took the packet from him and also the envelope which contained some malai which we call money. He always did the weekly rounds himself as he was new and wanted to understand the hierarchy of cuts and also because the new A.C.P. whom he had decided to personally deliver the packet had a very hot daughter. His mother had rightfully named him Krishana and Mr. Krishana Yadav always lived up to his name right from his teenage , though to many people's and his own amazement he had never had any sexual intercourse with any woman he gone around with and surprisingly a man of his varied eccentricities had his first time with a prostitute who was although quite beautiful but alas a used piece.
"Sahabji ACP ki chori ke saath kahan tak pahuncha?" asked Constable Ram Avtar, who had just one thing common with Lord Rama and that was the name and rest was just anyone's guess."Nahi yaar, hamesha uska baap ghar pe hota hai, jab jao saala dhang se usse taadh ne bhi nahi deta, lene ki baat to bhul hi ja " replied Krishana in a very dejected tone as if he had just lost the Olympic Gold Medal.
After the last stop at Abdul Kasai he and Constable Ram Avtar headed back to the station and under the peepal tree behind the station he and the Head Constable Kulwant Singh divided the malai into packets and he took his packet and the ACPs and head for his new Tata Indigo which had just purchased last week when he helped a local MLA get away with a hit and run case.
He unlocked his car and lit his cigarette and called up Mr. Walia the ACP of the West Zone and informed him that the file which he requested for was ready and he was on the way to deliver it to him.
Word Meanings-
Taadh (Haryanvi) -Stare
Sutta -Cigarette
Chori -Girl
Friday, March 14, 2008
Chapter-13
She unlocked the door to her small two bedroom apartment and entered the house and closed the door shut. She took off her shoes in the hallway as her feet were hurting a lot, she entered her room and placed the takeaway on the bed and went to the kitchen and got a plate a glass full of ice and a can of Coke.
She made herself an unusually large peg of drink and took a long sip of the cold iced concoction which tasted bitter sweet and she could feel the tinge of the rum on her tongue and as it went down through her throat. She let the alcohol take its effect , she could feel the giddiness which the rum had caused. A tear rolled off her eyes and then another and she clutched the pillow lying next to her and wept her heart out all the while praying to god for redemption and asking him forgiveness for what she has done and is doing.
She prayed to him to send her a messiah who would take her away from all of this to a different place where she would be happy and would be surrounded by people who cared for her. This was her 26th birthday and her memory had only faded memories of that one birthday which her mother had managed to give her a small party where her friends had gathered and she wore a lovely pink dress and cut her large aeroplane shaped cake. Every year she wished that someone would remember her birthday , any of her old friends would come and knock on the door and surprise her with a large birthday cake and a huge hug.
She wept for some more time before the rum had its full effect and she drifted into deep slumber.
She never had dreams or nightmares as a matter of fact when she slept, but somehow she had a dream today and it was no ordinary dream. She saw herself standing in her village as a little girl and she was searching for something or someone, she could see all the old faces of her friends her neighbors and even her mother and father yet she wasn't seeking any of them, she opened a door and stepped into a light a light so bright that it would've blinded anyone who saw it and then she saw herself sitting on the footsteps of a temple near a man in green kurta who looked at her and smiled and said "why are you looking for me? I am there with you!" and the man just smiled at her and she woke up abruptly from her sleep completely shaken and drenched in sweat.
She was confused and didn't understand what that dream meant and she thought maybe she was hungry or maybe it was some sort of sign which she wasn't able to understand. She got up from the bed and went into the kitchen and had some cold water and looked around for the pack of cigarettes which she swore she had left it in the kitchen. "Oh man I so need a fag right now, where did I keep them ..."
She made herself an unusually large peg of drink and took a long sip of the cold iced concoction which tasted bitter sweet and she could feel the tinge of the rum on her tongue and as it went down through her throat. She let the alcohol take its effect , she could feel the giddiness which the rum had caused. A tear rolled off her eyes and then another and she clutched the pillow lying next to her and wept her heart out all the while praying to god for redemption and asking him forgiveness for what she has done and is doing.
She prayed to him to send her a messiah who would take her away from all of this to a different place where she would be happy and would be surrounded by people who cared for her. This was her 26th birthday and her memory had only faded memories of that one birthday which her mother had managed to give her a small party where her friends had gathered and she wore a lovely pink dress and cut her large aeroplane shaped cake. Every year she wished that someone would remember her birthday , any of her old friends would come and knock on the door and surprise her with a large birthday cake and a huge hug.
She wept for some more time before the rum had its full effect and she drifted into deep slumber.
She never had dreams or nightmares as a matter of fact when she slept, but somehow she had a dream today and it was no ordinary dream. She saw herself standing in her village as a little girl and she was searching for something or someone, she could see all the old faces of her friends her neighbors and even her mother and father yet she wasn't seeking any of them, she opened a door and stepped into a light a light so bright that it would've blinded anyone who saw it and then she saw herself sitting on the footsteps of a temple near a man in green kurta who looked at her and smiled and said "why are you looking for me? I am there with you!" and the man just smiled at her and she woke up abruptly from her sleep completely shaken and drenched in sweat.
She was confused and didn't understand what that dream meant and she thought maybe she was hungry or maybe it was some sort of sign which she wasn't able to understand. She got up from the bed and went into the kitchen and had some cold water and looked around for the pack of cigarettes which she swore she had left it in the kitchen. "Oh man I so need a fag right now, where did I keep them ..."
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Chapter 12
Sometimes life takes away more than it compensates for , she started out in the business with an aim of quitting it once her father recovered and things got better.Fate as they say always makes all your planning fail and make you end up in some place exactly opposite from where you really wanted to be and yet you dont complain as this new place to is special in its own way , maybe not what you want but really something which you choose to settle with.
She lost her father two years later and suddenly the meaning or the justification which her heart gave to her was lost and yet she didn't want to quit as what she had now wasn't the magnificent or exactly to her liking but at least it was something.She had a family in a way in Isha and in some ways she never really wanted to get out of it all not because she liked the sex or the money but just the fact that she did not want to choose anything else.
She had one thing which we all crave and that is job satisfaction in a way the mere word satisfaction was the foundation of her business and then why shouldn't the employees be satisfied if they can satisfy the meanest and the most demanding of customers .
The world which we ignore and any respectable man or woman would like to be associated with existed right under our noses , everywhere you turn someone is spreading there legs for money.The cops spread themselves for money so do the politicians and so do we all and we are no different from her .
She walked out of Isha's room and suddenly she felt a tingling sensation all over her body and she felt sick in her stomach maybe it was just the fact that till date she used to feel guilty at times or it could just be the fact she had such little breakfast in the morning and the session had tired her a bit.She grabbed her bag and went down to the complex where all the other office-goers gathered to grab a aloo-patty or lassi or a sutta .
She went to the shop downstairs and had two hot aloo patties heated up for her and she took them with her to the corner of the office compound where people seldom came , the place overlooked a play school building and she loved standing there and looking at the children play and be merry.She missed her childhood and the innocence she once had , through those small glowing eyes of the children who probably never noticed her she lived her second life , the life of her inner child who had to give up her favorite game of staapoo to help her mother cook food for her paralyzed father.
Though from the years of crying her tears had dried up yet every now and then she would weep just to empty her heart out.
Today was a special day and she knew that because it was her birthday and all she wished was that someone would wish her , she hadn't told anyone when her birthday was and none actually ever bothered to ask her to, yet her heart always wished that someday someone would come and wish her and truly mean it when they say "Happy Birthday".
Every birthday she wept for a while and then wished for her angel , her mother had told her that a wish made on a birthday always come true and though she still had no angel in her life she didn't want to brake the traditon thinking this might be the lucky year when her wishes come true.
She called up Sweety and told him that she was feeling sick and would come tomorrow and she walked towards her Scooty and unlocked her and sped away to the nearest theka.
She got a bottle of Old Monk rum which she got hooked onto because of Isha's instance that she quit drinking Breezer and switch to an Adult Drink.She got a half litre bottle of Thumsup and ordered some tandoori-chicken for herself.In no way this looked like a feast for a girl who had 28" waist size , it was feast which Sweety would devour in minutes but she wanted to fill her emptiness and what better than Old Monk and chicken as Sweety would put it.
She went back to her apartment which she had rented last year when Isha had a brief fling with a Hotelier who promised to marry her but as always he left her before she could say Haku-nama-tata , but she was kinda sick of the man and also the fact she couldn't handle sex and sexual sounds at both work and home.
The place she rented was a little far from work but was really quite and serene and she loved the fact that she was the only one in the small three story apartment complex. She reached the house a little late because of the traffic and the fact she stopped for ciggys and the guy from the takeaway was sitting on his scooter, she quickly rushed to him and apologized for the delay and also tipped him ten bucks which made the smile return on his face.
She lost her father two years later and suddenly the meaning or the justification which her heart gave to her was lost and yet she didn't want to quit as what she had now wasn't the magnificent or exactly to her liking but at least it was something.She had a family in a way in Isha and in some ways she never really wanted to get out of it all not because she liked the sex or the money but just the fact that she did not want to choose anything else.
She had one thing which we all crave and that is job satisfaction in a way the mere word satisfaction was the foundation of her business and then why shouldn't the employees be satisfied if they can satisfy the meanest and the most demanding of customers .
The world which we ignore and any respectable man or woman would like to be associated with existed right under our noses , everywhere you turn someone is spreading there legs for money.The cops spread themselves for money so do the politicians and so do we all and we are no different from her .
She walked out of Isha's room and suddenly she felt a tingling sensation all over her body and she felt sick in her stomach maybe it was just the fact that till date she used to feel guilty at times or it could just be the fact she had such little breakfast in the morning and the session had tired her a bit.She grabbed her bag and went down to the complex where all the other office-goers gathered to grab a aloo-patty or lassi or a sutta .
She went to the shop downstairs and had two hot aloo patties heated up for her and she took them with her to the corner of the office compound where people seldom came , the place overlooked a play school building and she loved standing there and looking at the children play and be merry.She missed her childhood and the innocence she once had , through those small glowing eyes of the children who probably never noticed her she lived her second life , the life of her inner child who had to give up her favorite game of staapoo to help her mother cook food for her paralyzed father.
Though from the years of crying her tears had dried up yet every now and then she would weep just to empty her heart out.
Today was a special day and she knew that because it was her birthday and all she wished was that someone would wish her , she hadn't told anyone when her birthday was and none actually ever bothered to ask her to, yet her heart always wished that someday someone would come and wish her and truly mean it when they say "Happy Birthday".
Every birthday she wept for a while and then wished for her angel , her mother had told her that a wish made on a birthday always come true and though she still had no angel in her life she didn't want to brake the traditon thinking this might be the lucky year when her wishes come true.
She called up Sweety and told him that she was feeling sick and would come tomorrow and she walked towards her Scooty and unlocked her and sped away to the nearest theka.
She got a bottle of Old Monk rum which she got hooked onto because of Isha's instance that she quit drinking Breezer and switch to an Adult Drink.She got a half litre bottle of Thumsup and ordered some tandoori-chicken for herself.In no way this looked like a feast for a girl who had 28" waist size , it was feast which Sweety would devour in minutes but she wanted to fill her emptiness and what better than Old Monk and chicken as Sweety would put it.
She went back to her apartment which she had rented last year when Isha had a brief fling with a Hotelier who promised to marry her but as always he left her before she could say Haku-nama-tata , but she was kinda sick of the man and also the fact she couldn't handle sex and sexual sounds at both work and home.
The place she rented was a little far from work but was really quite and serene and she loved the fact that she was the only one in the small three story apartment complex. She reached the house a little late because of the traffic and the fact she stopped for ciggys and the guy from the takeaway was sitting on his scooter, she quickly rushed to him and apologized for the delay and also tipped him ten bucks which made the smile return on his face.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Chapter 11
Sweety left the room and she switched on the TV and flipped channels till she couldn't bear sitting in the room anymore she started having second thoughts.She thought to herself "If as he says I will have to have sex with some politician as my first job, I don't know who or what kind of man would he be,I am serious trouble here..." just as she was about to get up and leave , the door flung open and Sweety came in looked at her and said "You ready?He's here his name is Kavi Singh, he is the local MLA a good chap... real good chap!"he snickered a little and asked Kavi to come in. Kavi entered the room as a king was entering his palace and he held his head high as if sleeping with a virgin was a divine blessing of sorts which the gods had chosen him to receive.
He was tall man with a good muscular body years of gymming had finally paid off and he looked like some movie hero, he had a French beard and was dressed in a white kurta-pyjama. The only think that made him look like a neta was his kurta-pyjama and the smell of whiskey from his breath.
He came close to her and looked at her as a hungry lion looked at his prey. He smiled at Sweety and asked him to close the door when he left. He sat down on the sofa and took out a pack Insignia cigarettes and lit one for himself and then as if some gentleman had bitten him on his behind he got up and said "Sorry, main bhul gaya" and he offered her the cigarette.
She declined the offer and somehow as if the inner the devil lying in her inner depth rose out and she took his cigarette and trampled it under her foot and pushed hi onto the bed.He landed with a little thud but he was too excited to notice.
She got over him and opened his payjama and nearly tore it off his body, he struggled to take of his kurta and she took off her tee and then opened her jeans as if she was on fire and flung it away and moved towards his chest and kissed his nipples gently, she could feel his hard bulging penis wanting to burst out of his underwear but she waited for him to get excited enough, she took of her panties and slid off his underwear , now his penis was straight and erect and throbbing for her vagina.
She took a condom from the drawer and slid it on his thing and then all of a sudden the man inside Kavi rose and he pushed her onto the bed and he lunged onto her like a hungry tiger.He licked her breasts while gently rubbing the other, he could hear her soft moans. His erect penis gently entered her vagina , she moaned like a little kitten with soft purrs , she could feel his hard erect penis penetrate her vagina.
She felt could feel something strange happening to her something which she had never experienced before, something more surreal than drugs something more powerful than pain itself it was some wired pleasure which she felt not only in her vagina but her entire body shivered.
She was in a different world altogether , she for the first time in her life had an orgasms something no man had ever given her not even her old boyfriend who deflowered her , she was so taken by this man that she never wanted this to end. She had three maybe four orgasms but all that mattered to her was this sensation which she had never felt before in her life.
He was tall man with a good muscular body years of gymming had finally paid off and he looked like some movie hero, he had a French beard and was dressed in a white kurta-pyjama. The only think that made him look like a neta was his kurta-pyjama and the smell of whiskey from his breath.
He came close to her and looked at her as a hungry lion looked at his prey. He smiled at Sweety and asked him to close the door when he left. He sat down on the sofa and took out a pack Insignia cigarettes and lit one for himself and then as if some gentleman had bitten him on his behind he got up and said "Sorry, main bhul gaya" and he offered her the cigarette.
She declined the offer and somehow as if the inner the devil lying in her inner depth rose out and she took his cigarette and trampled it under her foot and pushed hi onto the bed.He landed with a little thud but he was too excited to notice.
She got over him and opened his payjama and nearly tore it off his body, he struggled to take of his kurta and she took off her tee and then opened her jeans as if she was on fire and flung it away and moved towards his chest and kissed his nipples gently, she could feel his hard bulging penis wanting to burst out of his underwear but she waited for him to get excited enough, she took of her panties and slid off his underwear , now his penis was straight and erect and throbbing for her vagina.
She took a condom from the drawer and slid it on his thing and then all of a sudden the man inside Kavi rose and he pushed her onto the bed and he lunged onto her like a hungry tiger.He licked her breasts while gently rubbing the other, he could hear her soft moans. His erect penis gently entered her vagina , she moaned like a little kitten with soft purrs , she could feel his hard erect penis penetrate her vagina.
She felt could feel something strange happening to her something which she had never experienced before, something more surreal than drugs something more powerful than pain itself it was some wired pleasure which she felt not only in her vagina but her entire body shivered.
She was in a different world altogether , she for the first time in her life had an orgasms something no man had ever given her not even her old boyfriend who deflowered her , she was so taken by this man that she never wanted this to end. She had three maybe four orgasms but all that mattered to her was this sensation which she had never felt before in her life.
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