Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Epilogue


It is mid-June, and even though it is boiling, there is a clarity in the air that followed the forced lockdown. Even now, with the lockdown over, there are few vehicles on the roads, pollution is at its lowest in decades, and it feels nice to take a walk without a mask. 

Ramesh has been living in the ashram for the duration, and now he finds himself jobless. The company he was working for has laid him off. 

He has heard nothing from Swati or Sammy or anyone else since that fateful night. 

The security officer had their hands full with controlling the lockdown and paid only minimal heed to a fire in Bhim colony. The fire had caused damage to only one building and there were two bodies found there. Apparently, they had shot each other, but forensics could not reveal a lot more. The bodies were charred beyond recognition. 

And besides, the security officer have bigger fish to fry.

The three bodies in the SUV were never discovered. 

Ramesh believes that Sammy took care of them, but has no further knowledge or contact. 

He assumes the two erstwhile bodyguards for the not-white man are rotting in a landfill somewhere along with the third guy who he never knew. 

Ramesh absently pets the dog on his head and the dog wags his tail in happiness. The two have been inseparable since that fateful night. 



Sammy has landed on his feet. He has stumbled into a money laundering outfit that is operating happily despite the Prime Minister’s attempts to curb such things. 

He is the unofficial chief of security for the outfit and is planning to get Ramesh into the fold. Sammy isn’t sure, but he thinks Ramesh might decline. From what he knows of the man, Ramesh is arrow straight. 

Sammy has appropriated the SUV from that night at Bhim colony. No one from Nikolai's gang has come after him, and he believes the fake Russian might've been operating solo, perhaps with a bunch of paid thugs. Perhaps when Alexei returns, if he returns, things might change. But for now, Sammy is sitting pretty.

Sammy cleans his collection of guns nightly and plans for a future where he is involved less in blue-collar crime and more into white-collar stuff. He is thinking of getting into the betting business. There is a lot of money involved in sports, specifically cricket.


 
Swati has recovered from her night in the chawl, although it took her a many days to become normal from a mental standpoint. Ramesh stayed with her for the first few days, after which Paro took over. 

They discharged Ashok from the hospital in May, and he is still weak and has trouble breathing. They will eventually learn that Ashok has what will come to be known as long covid. 

Swati finds comfort in her toys, and the nightmare of that night in Bhim colony is slowly going away. 

She thinks of Ramesh often and wonders how she should repay him. 

He is most likely jobless, while she has actually improved her situation. She’d applied to several multinational companies since January and she has landed a pure work-from-home job that pays megabucks. This is in an industry that seems to be among the few that have thrived in the economic downturn. 

In her spare time, Swati has organized a workforce to help with covid victims and their families. She feels this diversion is good for her soul to heal, and for her cravings to die away. She still feels the pull of illicit and rough sex, but makes a tremendous effort to refrain from watching such porn and also limits her use of sex toys. 

Time will tell how successful her efforts are. 

One evening, when she has just finished supervising the nurse who does pulmonary rehab for her husband, her phone rings. 

She ushers Dhruv into his bedroom, telling his to sleep, mama will be right along to tell him a story.

The number is unlisted, but she picks it up anyway. 

“Hello Swatiji,” a deep male voice says. 

Swati has no trouble remembering the deep voice of Baldev, the giant at Abhi’s swing party. “I hope you remember me.”

“Yes Baldevji, indeed I do. How are you?”

“I am very fine ji, very fine indeed.” Swati detects what she thinks might be glee in his voice, but perhaps not.

“That’s good to hear. So how come you called?” 

“Well, you see, I have recently come into possession of some video recordings from my good friend Arvind… unfortunately no one knows where he is, but the videos are very interesting…”

Swati's heart pounds at this. 

And she cannot control the tingle of arousal between her legs.



The End




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