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Chapter-83:
"Don't touch me", Tanvi's tone was furious at Khurram when he tried to hold her hand while they walked out of the railway station.
"And, may I know why?", his reply question was smooth and almost carried a whiff of amusement.
"You...YOU made all that happen in the train. What if...what if someone saw me? What would've happened? I am not a cheap slut that you can do such crude and vulgar things like this", her anger was very much visible.
"But you enjoyed it till last, didn’t you, Tanvi...all these 'cheap' and 'vulgar' things?"
"I...I...No....I...I didn’t...that...those...don't ever do this with me, Khurramji", Tanvi failed to notice her voice quavering while she tried to make a point to the old man.
"Look at me", he caught her wrist and made her turn to face him. They were outside the station where it was all dark around, with hardly few street lamps blinking in the background.
She had to look up at his eyes.
"Regardless what you shout and scream, you have to agree that you enjoyed it, yes?", he chuckled loudly thicken her further.
"NO! I...I didn't", Tanvi blurted with rage but deep inside the corner of her darkened heart, she clearly knew she was lying and the wretched old man was right.
"Listen, Tanvi...You...YOU are MINE now, get that clearly inside your small head. You belong to me, no one else. I will do whatever I want with you and you can stop me at nothing, got it?"
"But..."
"No buts...say only 'yes'. If I ask you to fuck anyone, you will do so. If I ask you to strip right here, you will do it as well"
"I...I cannot do that", somehow she replied with lack of confidence in her voice. So far, she thought it was all sex talk, nothing more. Then the words of Hansa boomeranged back into her head, making her shudder with fear.
"Look, Tanvi. I am understanding why you fail till now to realize one thing - YOU ARE MADE TO ENJOY SEX AS I DO!", last few words were measured and stressed to make it clearer to her. "It's already in your system. There is no point of denying it, alright?"
"No...that's...that's not true"
"Oh yeah? Then tell me just one thing. When I lifted your top and exposed that slutty ass of yours to the dirty crowd, why didn't you stop me? You just gave some feeble excuses but, you enjoyed everything that happened in there. And the proof is right now flowing out from your stupid pussy and dripping through your legs...your slutty hole is smothered with your juice, isn't it? So, DO NOT deny the fact that you crave sex just like I do", he peered into her green eyes.
"I...I was scared and couldn't move in that crowd", her reply was meek as her thoughts as well.
"Well, yes, but I was right there too. You could've opened your mouth to asked me to stop. But, you didn't and all you did was whisper 'STOP' to me while your eyes were begging me to continue. Deep inside, you are a slut, Tanvi. And, sluts needs guidance on one thing...", he paused.
Tanvi looked back at him for the word he was not spilling out.
"It is...Sex", he grinned. "Sluts needs sex, Tanvi Beti. So, tonight you are going to get everything that your body is waiting for and once we are done, you will realize your place, every little pretence that you are showing now will disappear, you heard me?"
"Ji", she had too much in her head to digest. There was no empowerment of being a Wife, or being a Mother, or being a headstrong Woman that was left in her. Despite the fact that she behaved like a wanton slut in public, she felt her pussy getting wet at the words she just heard. She was going to be used and was going to get satisfied. "Oh-God", words came out of her lips unknowingly.
"Ah! as if THAT came out right! As if God had something to do with all this! Now, walk with me or otherwise that beggar would come and pick you up to his hut, afterall you made him cream in his pants, didn't you? Wasn't that in front of the public, Tanvi?"
Tanvi looked at Khurram with mortified eyes. She stood paralyzed when she realized that Khurram caught her squeezing and milking that unknown stranger and even to a length that she made him cum. Her head fell to her chest with embarrassment, and was left with nothing to counter back at the old man.
"Now, now, no need to be shy my slut...let's go", he caught her wrist once again and walked out to the muddy, narrow alley, out of the railway station.
With confusion, anger and submissive thoughts, Tanvi followed the old man like a puppet. He took her through few dirty alleys, small pathways between few buildings and houses.
The transition from the wretched heat of the local train to the frightful silence of the dirty area around her made Tanvi feel like she was stepping into an open grave.
She noticed that the area was a complete opposite of where she lived. This was somewhere in the outskirts of the city, houses were poor, buildings were really old and weather torn and everything surrounding them seemed to be made from past, as she couldn't locate even a single decent looking structure.
The alleys stink, the foul stench of dirty water was everywhere and it made her wonder why and where he was taking her. But the hold on her wrist made her to follow him without question. It took a while for both to reach a place that seemed to have some fresh air. There was a reason.
Tanvi followed the large, brown giant of a man like a broken puppet, her perfectly pedicured feet, once the symbol of her higher status, was now skidding uselessly over slick, moss-covered stones and sinking into patches of black, oily sludge. The area was a suffocating antithesis to her comfortable apartment. Right there, and then, the very air was a thick, stagnant soup of open sewers, rotting vegetable matter, and the metallic tang of rusted iron.
Every breath she drew felt like a torture, the foul stench of grey water, viscous with waste and industrial runoff, seeping into her soft skin through the delicate fibres of the thin, flimsy kurta. The buildings leaned in over the narrow pathways like crumbling monoliths, their weather-torn facades of damp brick and peeling plaster held together by decades of grime and shadows. There wasn't a single decent structure in sight, only hollow, dark sockets in the walls that seemed to watch her with a vacant, filthy intent.
"Where are we going?", somehow she found some words to break the eerie silence.
"Shut-up and walk with me", his answer was de-nerving and curt to a point of anger in his voice.
They navigated through a labyrinth of decaying alleys, and the sense of her suffocation intensified. The narrow pathways further narrowed until the damp walls nearly brushed her shoulders. The ground beneath her was purely of dirt from sodden trash, discarded plastic, and swarms of flies that hummed even in the dead of the night.
Her ruined black leggings, allowing the air to smother her privates recreated the reminder of the gaping void at the crotch, and it offered no protection against the environment; she could feel the humid, diseased draft of the slums licking at her exposed, aching sex, a dirty reminder that she was walking through this filth like a true high-class "slut" being paraded through the city's entrails.
Khurram’s grip on her wrist was a handcuff of hot-iron as he dragged her deeper into a world made of rot, where the only light came from the occasional flickering of a bare, yellow bulb dangling from a bird’s nest of illegal wiring.
The intense squeeze of the alleys finally opened into a small, desolate clearing that offered no relief, only a different kind of horror.
Khurram stopped abruptly, forcing Tanvi to halt in a space that felt like an abandoned stage for a dark ritual.
By this time, Tanvi was now fully aware that the dinner that he spoke of earlier and offered to have together was not going to happen the way how she imagined. As they stopped walking, she felt like they were looking at an abandoned stage that was now prepared for something sinister.
She took a good look around them.
To their right stood a sagging, two-storey building, a monument to neglect with a faded, peeling board that claimed to be a "Hotel," though it looked more like a tomb for the forgotten.
To her left, a cluster of asbestos-roofed shacks sat in total darkness, their corrugated sides weeping with rust and the dampness of the night.
Directly ahead, a row of shuttered shops stood like closed, blind eyes, their storefronts occupied by the huddled, motionless shapes of men sleeping in the dirt on the bare ground, looking more like discarded rags than living souls.
It seemed like they were in a dead zone of the city.
The only structure that looked even remotely functional in this wasteland was a small, box-like petrol station to their right, adjacent to the rotting hotel. It stood like a square cage in the middle of the gloom, illuminated by a single, buzzing streetlamp that cast long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement.
An old and torn mini-van was parked nearby, its tires flat and its windows filmed with a layer of grey dust, looking like a ghost ship moored in a sea of filth.
The stench of a nearby gutter, thick and sulfuric, rose up to meet the stagnant air of the square, making her gorge rise. The only focal point of light was a single, buzzing streetlamp that cast a sickly yellow glare over a small, box-like petrol station. It stood there like a reminder to Tanvi, of what she asked for...of what she craved for...
The darkness of the night gave Tanvi a fleeting, false sense of courage, but the eerie, empty houses and the overwhelming stench of the nearby gutters gave her the creeps. Overall, she was surrounded by dead buildings, empty houses and shops and a petrol station that stood more like a ghost-house.
It was then, she saw a moment at the petrol station.
A woman!
Tanvi looked forward with her heart beating like hell when a woman walked over to the odd couple.
"How's your business, Devki?", Khurram grunted at the woman who reached them by now.
"Okay Khurram Saab, I am still living", the woman named Devki replied back with an equally grunt.
Tanvi took a good, long look at the woman, her senses terrified from the sheer, unadulterated filth of her.
The woman should be in her late fifties or even sixties, a creature who seemed to have been birthed from the very muck of the surrounding alleys. Her face was reasonably good to look at, and probably, if scrubbed off the slum's grimy layers out of her, the woman might have passed for a formidable housewife. But then - in front of her, the old woman was a lurking beast.
She was much smaller than Tanvi, her head barely reaching the curve of Tanvi’s neck, a physical imbalance that made the younger woman feel toweringly vulnerable, like a prize mare led into a slaughterhouse. Devki’s clothing was a masterclass in carnal degradation; she was dbangd in a single, tattered length of dirty maroon cotton that was so stiff with dried sweat, grease, and the black soot of the pits that it looked like a second, diseased skin.
There was no blouse, no bra, absolutely nothing beneath the grime-crusted fabric. The cloth was knotted haphazardly at her left shoulder, leaving the dark, weathered skin of her arms and the massive, pendulous weight of her large, very large breasts to swing freely.
Tanvi noted with a surge of intrusive, shameful thought that Devki’s breasts being significantly larger than her own, their heavy, sagged mass oscillating obscenely beneath the thin, grease-filmed cotton with every step she took. The fabric was so worn and filth-slicked that the dark, wide circles of her large, leathery nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the maroon threads with a blunt, and murky defiance.
The garment was cinched at a waist that was plump and insanely protruding in an uncouth, provocative manner, a heavy, oily paunch of flesh that jutted out over the low-slung knot of her cloth. The saree-wrap was tied precariously lower, biting into the dark skin just above her pubic bone, while the frayed, tattered hem reached only to her upper knees. This left her meaty, shapely legs exposed, the skin there caked in a fine, shimmering layer of soot and the oily residue of the petrol station. Her thighs were deep brown, thick and fleshy, the meat of them appearing surprisingly firm and unsagged despite the layers of muck that clung on her skin.
Devik's feet, clad in worn, cracked rubber slippers, were a paradoxical mix of skin and the permanent black staining of the terminal dust she walked through every day. When she finally took a good look at Devki’s face, Tanvi saw that the woman was measuring her with a cold, professional appraisal that felt like a violation to Tanvi's cleanliness.
Devki’s eyes were hard, calculating, and entirely devoid of empathy as they moved from Tanvi’s yellow heels up to the jagged, exposed crotch of her leggings, where the moisture from her earlier climax still stained the fabric.
The older woman took a good look at Tanvi’s yellowish pink-toned, trembling limbs and her tear-streaked, angelic face with a look of profound, experienced mockery. It was the gaze of a veteran of the pits making mental estimates of the high-class "seasoned" talent Khurram had dragged into the dirt.
The air between them hummed with a raw, carnal hierarchy; the old woman’s gaze confirmed that in this place, Tanvi’s beauty was no longer a prize to claim, but just a mode to silence the sleaze in that place - just an object.
"No customers tonight?", it was Khurram's voice that made Tanvi to reach back from her thoughts.
"Nahin, Saab. Dhanda to aaj kal bahut kam ho gayi. Hotel mein bhi kuch nahin hain. Agalee bus aadhe ghante mein chokron ko lekar aaenge, shaayad kuch khane ke liye" (No, Saab, Business is very less now. See, the hotel also have no much people now a days. The next bus will come with thw workers in half hour, possibly someone will come to eat), Devki replied with no enthusiasm in her words.
"Aur yeh?" (And, this one?), Devki nodded at Tanvi.
"Ah, this one. She's my...mine", he stopped only with that explanation.
"What the hell! He said, I am HIS...but what am I?", Tanvi heard her voice questioning inside her head, but decided to keep quiet.
Devki leaned towards Tanvi, with her eyes travelling all over the young woman with a dirty, admonishing look that created creeps in Tanvi's entire body. Tanvi saw the woman spitting a glob of red betel or pan juice from her mouth into a corner before speaking, hwr voice sounding like it was grinding against gravel below.
"Badi chikni maal hai ye toh, Khurram Saab. Aur woh Moti kahan mar gayi?" ("This one is a real smooth piece of meat. So, where the hell did that Fat One die?"), Devki asked with a low, animal cackle that was clearly meant for demeaning Tanvi.
"Moti? Ah, she don't want to come anymore. But we have this Chikni tonight, right Tanvi?", Khurram chuckled, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Chikni! Moti!! What the hell is this nonsense!!!", Tanvi’s mind raced in a blur of shock. Then the realization hit her like a slap on her face. They were stripping away her name, her identity, turning her into nothing more than a labeled animal. Safiyaji was the 'Moti' and she was 'Chikni'.
Tanvi felt a wave of cold, sick horror wash over her. "Oh-God! What next!"
"Acha... toh aaj raat is nanhi chikni ke saath mauj hogi, haina?" (Ah...so tonight’s fun is with this little smooth bit, huh?), Devki continued her sly, filthy laugh, her mind already wandering to the degradation she was about to witness. Devki grunted with mild-appreciation in her tone and mused to herself "Look at her, shaking like a leaf. These high-society sluts always think they can put some filthy perfume that can hide the bloody scent of their heat. By the time tonight is over, she’ll be crawling at me for mercy and begging in this dirt"
Khurram just chuckled by looking at Tanvi’s fright and helplessness.
"Tu jaake kuch thasne ko taiyar kar. Mujhe pakka pata hai ki apni Chikni mere saath is 'khaas' dawat ke liye bhookhi baithi hai, hai na re, Saali?" (Go and fix something to eat on. I’m damn sure our Chikni is starving for this 'special' dinner with me, aren't you, you little bitch?)
Tanvi couldn’t reply anything back as her hope to have a nice dinner washed out the moment she stepped out of the railway station. But, she had not expected to eat at such a place even in her remote thoughts. She just nodded back silently to the tall old man.
"Acha, to aaja, Chikni" (So, come with me then Chikni), said Devki, holding Tanvi's wrist, pulled her to where she came from.
Tanvi didn't know what to do, but from the look she received from Khurram's eyes, it just said "go with her", and she walked behind the woman.
Devki took her through where the single petrol pump stood, and then to the small house like structure. But not through the front door, she walked with Tanvi to the back of the house. As they reached behind, Tanvi was shocked and surprised. It was an open area, dark with one or two kerosene lamps hanging at sides, there were five to six tables with chairs scattered around, and the open area ended at the other side where there was few yellow lights came...from the view, Tanvi guessed those houses to be really far away, really far that even trying a bit hard, she couldn’t make any reasonable images of those. So, they stood in a sort of restaurant behind the petrol station where no single human was found anywhere close. The foul order of dirty water was there, but a bit bearable.
"Ab thopda kya dekh rahi hai re, Chikni? Chal, apne mard ke liye kuch khane ko bana. Aaj raat main chulha nahi jalane wali, samjhi?" (What are you waiting for Chikni? Make something for your Man. I am not cooking tonight). Devki smiled a bit and suddenly Tanvi felt comfortable. It wasn't a vile smile, the older woman was behaving good to her, as Devki's smile was clean, and straight. That smile made the older woman's face look much more pleasant to look at.
"Andar aaja, Chikni... yahan kar le jo karna hai" (Get inside, you whore... do whatever you have to do here, Chikni) Devki pulled her inside the house through the small door.
The moment Tanvi crossed the dirty threshold, she gasped for breath. Inside of the house wasn't nice, yet it wasn’t foul as well. The dishes were scattered, not cleaned, odour of old food from the kitchen. It was an untidy place to be.
"Chikni, the last bus with workers will come in half hour, make something for around six to seven and also for you, Khurramji and me. Just any curry will do, I have roti from morning to eat with it okay", Devki updated.
"Chikni, idhar ke mazdooron wali aakhri bus aadhe ghante mein tapak jayegi, char-paanch logon ko khane layak kuch bana de, aur apne liye bhi, Khurram aur mere liye, suna tu? Koi bhi rasedaar bhaji bana le, subah ki rotiyaan padi hain thunsne ke liye, samjhi, Chikni?" (Chikni, the last bus with workers will drop in half an hour, cook something for four to five people to eat, and also for you, Khurram and me. Any watery curry will do, I have morning rotis to stuff down with it, got it?), Devki updated.
"My name is Tanvi"
"Mujhe lund farak nahi padta tera naam kya hai. Aaj ki raat tu meri Chikni hai. Bas wahi naam pakad ke chal" (I don't give a fuck difference what your name is. Tonight you are my Chikni. Just stick with that name, got it?)
Before Tanvi could reply, she heard the older woman continuing.
"Oye, itna mat moot darr ke maare. Pehli baar aayi hai na is nali mein? Jab tak Khurramji and main tere saath hai, randi-baazi karne ki zaroorat nahi. Koi tujhe ungli nahi karega. Woh Moti saali ko hamesha mujhse khujli rehti thi. Mujhe woh kutiya kabhi pasand nahi tha, saali-aurat!" (Oh, and don't piss yourself too much out of fear. This is your first time in this gutter, right? As long as Khurramji and I are with you, no need to act like a desperate whore. No one will touch or trouble you. That ugly fat bitch always had a problem with me. I never liked that slut, ever!), Devki laughed loudly by referring to Safiya.
Tanvi nodded yes and started what need to be done. This was the first time she was preparing something for so many people. She found some Dal and started with it. Through the tiny window at the cooking stove where she stood, she found Khurram sitting on a chair next to a table nearby, and Devki joining him to talk. She couldn’t hear what they discussed but heard and saw Devki giggling at what he was telling her. After a bit of time, she was ready with the curry. Then she located the Rotis and proceeded to heat it up, she was also feeling hungry by now, and was desperate to fill her stomach. But the face of unknown, what Khurram had planned, made her nervous. She pulled the elastic panty bottom to cover her crotch to a decent way, but when her fingers got the soaked state of her pussy, she was mortified and embarrassed. It was her own dirty liquid! She was literally dripping!!
Once ready, she prepared three plates with Curry and took some Rotis to outside where the older couple sat and were busy talking. When they saw her approaching, both stopped talking and looked at her.
"Aha...toh tu badhiya paka leti hai, Chikni. Maine socha nahi tha ki tere jaisi randi aisa khana banayegi, iski mehak hi bata rahi hai ki ye saalan utna hi masaledaar hai jitni tu khud hai" (Aaha...so you are a good cook, Chikni. I never thought a whore like you would cook like this, the smell itself tells me this curry is as spicy and tasty as you are), Devki smiled at her.
"Ab se mujhe kuch swaad ka khane ko milega" (From now on, I will get to gorge on something tasty), Devki laughed with loud slurp of her fingers.
"Ji, thank you", Tanvi replied with a pretended smile...but was not able to catch what the woman just blurted. "From now on?", her head raced with those words..."What does that mean?"
"Let's eat. I am starving", Khurram started and it was followed by Devki and Tanvi. She was not answered on her last question, and it started to make her worry. But, she sat on the aluminium chair. Tanvi was uncomfortable when her soaked panty and legging started to get cold due to their wet state. But, she ate in silence.
"Gazab banaya hai re Chikni. Aisi dal kabhi nahi khayi. Accha hua us akal-ki-andhi Moti ko nahi laya aaj, us saali ko toh bas bakre ka ghosht banana aata hai aur wo bhi ekdum raddi" (You've made it amazing, Chiknk. Never ate dal and roti with such taste. Good that you didn't bring that brain-dead Moti tonight, Khurramji, only thing that bitch knows is to make mutton curry and that too absolutely awful), Devki complemented her.
Once done, both Khurram and Devki remain seated, indicating in silence that it was Tanvi's job to clear the table and cleanup. Tanvi mumbled her protests silently as she cleaned up. The cleaning water was kept at one side of the house, outside, to a corner. It was in a bucket, and no table. Tanvi had zero option than to squat on her legs to clean this up.
"Oye hoye, ye kya maal dikh raha hai yahan?" (Oh my my, what kind of rich meat are we seeing here?), Devki giggled like an animal.
Tanvi almost sprang up to stand feom her squatted position when she heard Devki's devilish voice from behind.
"Badi haraami badtameez hai tu, haina?" (You are a real naughty and insolent one, aren't you?), Devki was not looking at her face. Her eyes were now clearly focused at her thigh-joint where her greyish white panty was exposed through the long crack.
"Ji, I...I...", Tanvi was lost for words.
"Hmm...maine suna hai is sab ke baare mein. Maafi mat maang...aakhir...tu jawan hai...aur jawan logon ki apni bhook-pyaas hoti hai, haina?" (Hmm... I’ve heard about all that. No need for sorries...after all...you are young...and young people have their own hunger and thirst and needs, right?)
"Ji...hmm", Tanvi was lost on what to reply.
"Accha, ab kuch log khane ke liye aane wale hain. Toh behtar hoga teri nangi-naach band kare aur dhang ke kapde pehan le, andar ja...maine tere liye kuch nikaal ke rakha hai pehenne ko...chal... jaldi kat le" (Okay, some people are coming to gorge now. So it's better you stop this naked-dance and put on some decent clothes, go inside...I’ve kept something for you to wear...go...move it quickly), Devki nodded towards an open door from Kitchen to inside her home.
She stumbled into the room Devki had pointed out, a cramped, miserable box that barely held a single rusted cot and a lone cupboard. The floor was ice-cold under her bare feet, and a foul, biting stench of old dampness and human salt rose from the walls, making her throat constrict with a suppressed heave.
Tanvi heard a buzz from her phone and she saw Khurram's message.
"Wear the clothes that Devki gives you. Make sure NOT to wear anything under...If I see that panty, I will tear everything out of you and parade you literally naked here, later don't tell me that I didn't warn you"
The very ask for not to wear anything inside made her pussy jolt.
She felt like suffocating while breathing inside the tiny, and dirty room was of mildew and unwashed floors.
On the bed lay the "outfit", a coarse, brown cotton saree, weathered and thin, looking exactly like the rags Devki used to wrap her own withered frame.
With trembling fingers, Tanvi stripped.
She peeled off the ruined top and the torn, damp leggings, her breath coming in shallow, panicked whimpers. As she finally hooked her fingers into the elastic of her greyish-white panty and slid it down, a wave of pure, unadulterated vulnerability crashed over her. She felt too naked, too exposed to the filth of the room. The thought of unknown, low-class men, the laborers from the bus, walking into that place at any moment while she stood there bare made her pussy bloom with a shamed, involuntary and sinful wetness.
She couldn’t figure out why her body was reacting to such dirty ask from Khurram and hated herself for feeling that way. But, the primal fear that was manifesting as arousal. She wasn't meant for this; she was a woman of decency, used to power and clean linens, not this gutter-level reality where she was being renamed and repackaged as 'Chikni".
She began to wrap the coarse cloth around her waist. There was no blouse, no petticoat, nothing to anchor the fabric. Remembering how Devki wore it, she pulled the pallu over her naked shoulder, but without a bra, her soft mounds felt precariously loose and unbalanced. Every time she breathed, the rough cotton grazed her hardened nipples, making them throb and peak obscenely against the thin fabric.
The horror deepened as she realized the saree wasn't wide enough for her height. No matter how she tucked it, the hem barely reached her mid-thighs, leaving a scandalous length of her shapely, fair and yellowish toned legs completely bare to the world. With nothing underneath, every step felt like an invitation to disaster. She felt like a broken human, dressed in a rag that barely hid her shame, waiting for the door to open and the "worker-guests" to arrive.
With nothing underneath, a major portion of her legs and a ton load of her upper body were exposed to the world.
"Ho gayi? Ki abhi bhi aaine mein thopda dekh rahi hai?" (Done? Or are you still staring at your face in the mirror?), Devki’s voice rang with a steep pinch into her ears as the old woman barged inside the tiny room.
"Ji", Tanvi half-whispered with fear while trying to hold the dirty fabric over her chest.
Tanvi stood shivering, her heart hammer-drubbing against her ribs as the older woman’s gaze dived straight at the vertical tear that was vividly displayed on the leggings she removed earlier and kept on the bed.
"Badi nautanki kar rahi ho? Aakhir maine jo naam diya wahi sahi nikla... ekdum raseeli Chikni hai tu!" (You are bigger player, huh? Ooh-the name I gave you is perfect... you really are a Chikni!), Devki's grunt was menacingly arousing to Tanvi at that point.
Tanvi gasped audibly when she saw Devki's stare.
The old woman wasn't looking at Tanvi’s face, instead she was measuring the meat of her inner thigh with a professional, predatory squint. The way she spat the word 'Chikni' made Tanvi feel like a piece of expensive meat that was meant for sale!
"Ji, I...I mean...my leggings got torn earlier, sorry," Tanvi stammered, her voice a thin, pathetic reed. She felt a surge of nauseating remorse, why was she apologizing to this filthy creature?
"Abey jaa, ispe sorry kya? Sun liya maine sab...jawaani ka josh hai, sabki apni zaroorat hoti hai, haina?" (Forget it, what’s there to be sorry about? I’ve heard it all...it’s the heat of youth, everyone has their own needs, right?), Devki added with a low, raspy chuckle that suggested she knew exactly how many times Khurram had claimed her that day.
Tanvi could only manage a hollow "Ji..." as response because her mind was reeling due to her private trauma being turned into a dirty joke by a woman who smelled of supari and sweat.
"Areey Saali randi ladki! Aise pehente hain kya? Bilkul ganwar hai!" (You damn whore-woman... is this how you wear it? You’re a total illiterate!), Devki grumbled, stomping closer.
Tanvi was unable to move and inch with mortification flooding her head when Devki came and stood next to her within extreme proximity and a stare that gave her shivers...the older woman was judging her!
She couldn't stop the woman when she started to hold the cloth she wore and started re-working of it on her.
Devki didn't just adjust the cloth; she attacked it. Her rough, blackened fingers dived into Tanvi’s waist, shoving the cotton down past her navel, exposing her flat belly and the curve of her hips.
With an ease of a professional, the older woman adjusted the cloth at her hips, pushing it down her waist, folding the cloth to make a strong knot, and adjusted her pallu, as the cloth was cotton, it gave a comfortable protection to her breasts but, once Devki adjusted the pallu at her shoulder and pulled it back to her waist knot, Tanvi let out a gasp.
Devki folded the cloth into a brutally hard, and thick knot right above Tanvi’s pubic bone. Her fingers clearly grazed over Tanvi's lower belly - way too close to her privates that made the young woman to jolt of shock.
"Kitna chikna badan hai tera...Khurram Saab ne aise hi thodi na uthaya tujhe... pata hai na kyun laaya hai yahan?" (You have such a smooth body...Khurram Saab didn't just pick you up for nothing... do you even know why he brought you here?)
Tanvi gasped as Devki grabbed the pallu. Instead of a modest wrap, the older woman pulled the fabric taut only across the center of Tanvi’s breasts, pinning it at the shoulder and tucking it back into the low-slung waist knot. Devki was staring hard at Tanvi's pointed pinkish red nipples with eyes of wonderment.
Tanvi’s breath hitched in a sob of mortification.
The cloth covered her breasts, yes, but it was in a way that the pallu started at her groin, then spread only to cover her breasts from front, and exposed her shoulder and back till waist. Both sides of her breasts were unclothed in a dirty, obscene fashion, and she felt that free-swaying of her breast weight like a shameful hammer on her head.
It was at that point she saw her legs, when Devki pulled and made the knot at her lower waist, the cloth rode up her legs, and she stood with the cloth hardly reaching her mid-thighs, the hem was below her ass, and a bit more, giving her protection but at the same time exposing her legs in a wicked, evil and vulgar manner. The hem had ridden up even further; she was standing there with her legs exposed almost to her crotch, the cloth barely shielding her nakedness.
If someone took a good look or if she bent or squat, the cloth would ride up to her waist, exposing her naked sex to the whole world, unabashedly naked!
"Ab lag rahi hai na bilkul chakaaz-maal tu ek khadak item hai-re! Chal-ab, do plate saalan aur roti nikal, grahak baahar khade hain." (Now you look like a real juicy item! Go, get two plates of curry and bread, the customers are standing outside), Devki updated, her eyes flashing with a wicked, vulgar satisfaction.
"Accha, suno Chikni, do-do plate khana leka aa ab. Do chutiyon banda aake baitha hain udhar" (Chikni, get two plates of Curry and Rotis, there are two assholes waiting outside to eat), Devki updated and walked out.
Tanvi stood idle for a moment, with a forced weight on her, her bare legs already more exposed than she ever wished to be flashing and her breasts juggling obscenely under the single layer of cotton with each heavy and stressed breath she took.
"Waitress? Am I? In this dress? Shit, should I say no and run from here? But to where? I didn't carry any money with me and even if I ran, where is this place?", extremely worrying thoughts ran inside her head as she walked back to the Kitchen and robotically prepared the order given by the older woman.
While she readied the plates, she took a look outside through the tiny window and found two dirty and slimy looking men sitting next to Khurram and Devki's table. She saw their tool bags and noted that they would've returned after work, and immediately her mind drifted to the man whom she serviced in the train, an unwanted comparison with Dattu darted into her head in an instant.
Despite the revolting thoughts, she took the plates and walked out.
As Tanvi stepped out of the shadows, the silence that fell was more shameful than any noise.
The stench of beedi mixed with grime and filth were everywhere around her despite they all being in an open space.
A sharp tremor of fear came through her spine when she looked at the people who were seated next to Khurram and Devki!
And...they saw her!
"Don't touch me", Tanvi's tone was furious at Khurram when he tried to hold her hand while they walked out of the railway station.
"And, may I know why?", his reply question was smooth and almost carried a whiff of amusement.
"You...YOU made all that happen in the train. What if...what if someone saw me? What would've happened? I am not a cheap slut that you can do such crude and vulgar things like this", her anger was very much visible.
"But you enjoyed it till last, didn’t you, Tanvi...all these 'cheap' and 'vulgar' things?"
"I...I...No....I...I didn’t...that...those...don't ever do this with me, Khurramji", Tanvi failed to notice her voice quavering while she tried to make a point to the old man.
"Look at me", he caught her wrist and made her turn to face him. They were outside the station where it was all dark around, with hardly few street lamps blinking in the background.
She had to look up at his eyes.
"Regardless what you shout and scream, you have to agree that you enjoyed it, yes?", he chuckled loudly thicken her further.
"NO! I...I didn't", Tanvi blurted with rage but deep inside the corner of her darkened heart, she clearly knew she was lying and the wretched old man was right.
"Listen, Tanvi...You...YOU are MINE now, get that clearly inside your small head. You belong to me, no one else. I will do whatever I want with you and you can stop me at nothing, got it?"
"But..."
"No buts...say only 'yes'. If I ask you to fuck anyone, you will do so. If I ask you to strip right here, you will do it as well"
"I...I cannot do that", somehow she replied with lack of confidence in her voice. So far, she thought it was all sex talk, nothing more. Then the words of Hansa boomeranged back into her head, making her shudder with fear.
"Look, Tanvi. I am understanding why you fail till now to realize one thing - YOU ARE MADE TO ENJOY SEX AS I DO!", last few words were measured and stressed to make it clearer to her. "It's already in your system. There is no point of denying it, alright?"
"No...that's...that's not true"
"Oh yeah? Then tell me just one thing. When I lifted your top and exposed that slutty ass of yours to the dirty crowd, why didn't you stop me? You just gave some feeble excuses but, you enjoyed everything that happened in there. And the proof is right now flowing out from your stupid pussy and dripping through your legs...your slutty hole is smothered with your juice, isn't it? So, DO NOT deny the fact that you crave sex just like I do", he peered into her green eyes.
"I...I was scared and couldn't move in that crowd", her reply was meek as her thoughts as well.
"Well, yes, but I was right there too. You could've opened your mouth to asked me to stop. But, you didn't and all you did was whisper 'STOP' to me while your eyes were begging me to continue. Deep inside, you are a slut, Tanvi. And, sluts needs guidance on one thing...", he paused.
Tanvi looked back at him for the word he was not spilling out.
"It is...Sex", he grinned. "Sluts needs sex, Tanvi Beti. So, tonight you are going to get everything that your body is waiting for and once we are done, you will realize your place, every little pretence that you are showing now will disappear, you heard me?"
"Ji", she had too much in her head to digest. There was no empowerment of being a Wife, or being a Mother, or being a headstrong Woman that was left in her. Despite the fact that she behaved like a wanton slut in public, she felt her pussy getting wet at the words she just heard. She was going to be used and was going to get satisfied. "Oh-God", words came out of her lips unknowingly.
"Ah! as if THAT came out right! As if God had something to do with all this! Now, walk with me or otherwise that beggar would come and pick you up to his hut, afterall you made him cream in his pants, didn't you? Wasn't that in front of the public, Tanvi?"
Tanvi looked at Khurram with mortified eyes. She stood paralyzed when she realized that Khurram caught her squeezing and milking that unknown stranger and even to a length that she made him cum. Her head fell to her chest with embarrassment, and was left with nothing to counter back at the old man.
"Now, now, no need to be shy my slut...let's go", he caught her wrist once again and walked out to the muddy, narrow alley, out of the railway station.
With confusion, anger and submissive thoughts, Tanvi followed the old man like a puppet. He took her through few dirty alleys, small pathways between few buildings and houses.
The transition from the wretched heat of the local train to the frightful silence of the dirty area around her made Tanvi feel like she was stepping into an open grave.
She noticed that the area was a complete opposite of where she lived. This was somewhere in the outskirts of the city, houses were poor, buildings were really old and weather torn and everything surrounding them seemed to be made from past, as she couldn't locate even a single decent looking structure.
The alleys stink, the foul stench of dirty water was everywhere and it made her wonder why and where he was taking her. But the hold on her wrist made her to follow him without question. It took a while for both to reach a place that seemed to have some fresh air. There was a reason.
Tanvi followed the large, brown giant of a man like a broken puppet, her perfectly pedicured feet, once the symbol of her higher status, was now skidding uselessly over slick, moss-covered stones and sinking into patches of black, oily sludge. The area was a suffocating antithesis to her comfortable apartment. Right there, and then, the very air was a thick, stagnant soup of open sewers, rotting vegetable matter, and the metallic tang of rusted iron.
Every breath she drew felt like a torture, the foul stench of grey water, viscous with waste and industrial runoff, seeping into her soft skin through the delicate fibres of the thin, flimsy kurta. The buildings leaned in over the narrow pathways like crumbling monoliths, their weather-torn facades of damp brick and peeling plaster held together by decades of grime and shadows. There wasn't a single decent structure in sight, only hollow, dark sockets in the walls that seemed to watch her with a vacant, filthy intent.
"Where are we going?", somehow she found some words to break the eerie silence.
"Shut-up and walk with me", his answer was de-nerving and curt to a point of anger in his voice.
They navigated through a labyrinth of decaying alleys, and the sense of her suffocation intensified. The narrow pathways further narrowed until the damp walls nearly brushed her shoulders. The ground beneath her was purely of dirt from sodden trash, discarded plastic, and swarms of flies that hummed even in the dead of the night.
Her ruined black leggings, allowing the air to smother her privates recreated the reminder of the gaping void at the crotch, and it offered no protection against the environment; she could feel the humid, diseased draft of the slums licking at her exposed, aching sex, a dirty reminder that she was walking through this filth like a true high-class "slut" being paraded through the city's entrails.
Khurram’s grip on her wrist was a handcuff of hot-iron as he dragged her deeper into a world made of rot, where the only light came from the occasional flickering of a bare, yellow bulb dangling from a bird’s nest of illegal wiring.
The intense squeeze of the alleys finally opened into a small, desolate clearing that offered no relief, only a different kind of horror.
Khurram stopped abruptly, forcing Tanvi to halt in a space that felt like an abandoned stage for a dark ritual.
By this time, Tanvi was now fully aware that the dinner that he spoke of earlier and offered to have together was not going to happen the way how she imagined. As they stopped walking, she felt like they were looking at an abandoned stage that was now prepared for something sinister.
She took a good look around them.
To their right stood a sagging, two-storey building, a monument to neglect with a faded, peeling board that claimed to be a "Hotel," though it looked more like a tomb for the forgotten.
To her left, a cluster of asbestos-roofed shacks sat in total darkness, their corrugated sides weeping with rust and the dampness of the night.
Directly ahead, a row of shuttered shops stood like closed, blind eyes, their storefronts occupied by the huddled, motionless shapes of men sleeping in the dirt on the bare ground, looking more like discarded rags than living souls.
It seemed like they were in a dead zone of the city.
The only structure that looked even remotely functional in this wasteland was a small, box-like petrol station to their right, adjacent to the rotting hotel. It stood like a square cage in the middle of the gloom, illuminated by a single, buzzing streetlamp that cast long, distorted shadows across the cracked pavement.
An old and torn mini-van was parked nearby, its tires flat and its windows filmed with a layer of grey dust, looking like a ghost ship moored in a sea of filth.
The stench of a nearby gutter, thick and sulfuric, rose up to meet the stagnant air of the square, making her gorge rise. The only focal point of light was a single, buzzing streetlamp that cast a sickly yellow glare over a small, box-like petrol station. It stood there like a reminder to Tanvi, of what she asked for...of what she craved for...
The darkness of the night gave Tanvi a fleeting, false sense of courage, but the eerie, empty houses and the overwhelming stench of the nearby gutters gave her the creeps. Overall, she was surrounded by dead buildings, empty houses and shops and a petrol station that stood more like a ghost-house.
It was then, she saw a moment at the petrol station.
A woman!
Tanvi looked forward with her heart beating like hell when a woman walked over to the odd couple.
"How's your business, Devki?", Khurram grunted at the woman who reached them by now.
"Okay Khurram Saab, I am still living", the woman named Devki replied back with an equally grunt.
Tanvi took a good, long look at the woman, her senses terrified from the sheer, unadulterated filth of her.
The woman should be in her late fifties or even sixties, a creature who seemed to have been birthed from the very muck of the surrounding alleys. Her face was reasonably good to look at, and probably, if scrubbed off the slum's grimy layers out of her, the woman might have passed for a formidable housewife. But then - in front of her, the old woman was a lurking beast.
She was much smaller than Tanvi, her head barely reaching the curve of Tanvi’s neck, a physical imbalance that made the younger woman feel toweringly vulnerable, like a prize mare led into a slaughterhouse. Devki’s clothing was a masterclass in carnal degradation; she was dbangd in a single, tattered length of dirty maroon cotton that was so stiff with dried sweat, grease, and the black soot of the pits that it looked like a second, diseased skin.
There was no blouse, no bra, absolutely nothing beneath the grime-crusted fabric. The cloth was knotted haphazardly at her left shoulder, leaving the dark, weathered skin of her arms and the massive, pendulous weight of her large, very large breasts to swing freely.
Tanvi noted with a surge of intrusive, shameful thought that Devki’s breasts being significantly larger than her own, their heavy, sagged mass oscillating obscenely beneath the thin, grease-filmed cotton with every step she took. The fabric was so worn and filth-slicked that the dark, wide circles of her large, leathery nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the maroon threads with a blunt, and murky defiance.
The garment was cinched at a waist that was plump and insanely protruding in an uncouth, provocative manner, a heavy, oily paunch of flesh that jutted out over the low-slung knot of her cloth. The saree-wrap was tied precariously lower, biting into the dark skin just above her pubic bone, while the frayed, tattered hem reached only to her upper knees. This left her meaty, shapely legs exposed, the skin there caked in a fine, shimmering layer of soot and the oily residue of the petrol station. Her thighs were deep brown, thick and fleshy, the meat of them appearing surprisingly firm and unsagged despite the layers of muck that clung on her skin.
Devik's feet, clad in worn, cracked rubber slippers, were a paradoxical mix of skin and the permanent black staining of the terminal dust she walked through every day. When she finally took a good look at Devki’s face, Tanvi saw that the woman was measuring her with a cold, professional appraisal that felt like a violation to Tanvi's cleanliness.
Devki’s eyes were hard, calculating, and entirely devoid of empathy as they moved from Tanvi’s yellow heels up to the jagged, exposed crotch of her leggings, where the moisture from her earlier climax still stained the fabric.
The older woman took a good look at Tanvi’s yellowish pink-toned, trembling limbs and her tear-streaked, angelic face with a look of profound, experienced mockery. It was the gaze of a veteran of the pits making mental estimates of the high-class "seasoned" talent Khurram had dragged into the dirt.
The air between them hummed with a raw, carnal hierarchy; the old woman’s gaze confirmed that in this place, Tanvi’s beauty was no longer a prize to claim, but just a mode to silence the sleaze in that place - just an object.
"No customers tonight?", it was Khurram's voice that made Tanvi to reach back from her thoughts.
"Nahin, Saab. Dhanda to aaj kal bahut kam ho gayi. Hotel mein bhi kuch nahin hain. Agalee bus aadhe ghante mein chokron ko lekar aaenge, shaayad kuch khane ke liye" (No, Saab, Business is very less now. See, the hotel also have no much people now a days. The next bus will come with thw workers in half hour, possibly someone will come to eat), Devki replied with no enthusiasm in her words.
"Aur yeh?" (And, this one?), Devki nodded at Tanvi.
"Ah, this one. She's my...mine", he stopped only with that explanation.
"What the hell! He said, I am HIS...but what am I?", Tanvi heard her voice questioning inside her head, but decided to keep quiet.
Devki leaned towards Tanvi, with her eyes travelling all over the young woman with a dirty, admonishing look that created creeps in Tanvi's entire body. Tanvi saw the woman spitting a glob of red betel or pan juice from her mouth into a corner before speaking, hwr voice sounding like it was grinding against gravel below.
"Badi chikni maal hai ye toh, Khurram Saab. Aur woh Moti kahan mar gayi?" ("This one is a real smooth piece of meat. So, where the hell did that Fat One die?"), Devki asked with a low, animal cackle that was clearly meant for demeaning Tanvi.
"Moti? Ah, she don't want to come anymore. But we have this Chikni tonight, right Tanvi?", Khurram chuckled, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Chikni! Moti!! What the hell is this nonsense!!!", Tanvi’s mind raced in a blur of shock. Then the realization hit her like a slap on her face. They were stripping away her name, her identity, turning her into nothing more than a labeled animal. Safiyaji was the 'Moti' and she was 'Chikni'.
Tanvi felt a wave of cold, sick horror wash over her. "Oh-God! What next!"
"Acha... toh aaj raat is nanhi chikni ke saath mauj hogi, haina?" (Ah...so tonight’s fun is with this little smooth bit, huh?), Devki continued her sly, filthy laugh, her mind already wandering to the degradation she was about to witness. Devki grunted with mild-appreciation in her tone and mused to herself "Look at her, shaking like a leaf. These high-society sluts always think they can put some filthy perfume that can hide the bloody scent of their heat. By the time tonight is over, she’ll be crawling at me for mercy and begging in this dirt"
Khurram just chuckled by looking at Tanvi’s fright and helplessness.
"Tu jaake kuch thasne ko taiyar kar. Mujhe pakka pata hai ki apni Chikni mere saath is 'khaas' dawat ke liye bhookhi baithi hai, hai na re, Saali?" (Go and fix something to eat on. I’m damn sure our Chikni is starving for this 'special' dinner with me, aren't you, you little bitch?)
Tanvi couldn’t reply anything back as her hope to have a nice dinner washed out the moment she stepped out of the railway station. But, she had not expected to eat at such a place even in her remote thoughts. She just nodded back silently to the tall old man.
"Acha, to aaja, Chikni" (So, come with me then Chikni), said Devki, holding Tanvi's wrist, pulled her to where she came from.
Tanvi didn't know what to do, but from the look she received from Khurram's eyes, it just said "go with her", and she walked behind the woman.
Devki took her through where the single petrol pump stood, and then to the small house like structure. But not through the front door, she walked with Tanvi to the back of the house. As they reached behind, Tanvi was shocked and surprised. It was an open area, dark with one or two kerosene lamps hanging at sides, there were five to six tables with chairs scattered around, and the open area ended at the other side where there was few yellow lights came...from the view, Tanvi guessed those houses to be really far away, really far that even trying a bit hard, she couldn’t make any reasonable images of those. So, they stood in a sort of restaurant behind the petrol station where no single human was found anywhere close. The foul order of dirty water was there, but a bit bearable.
"Ab thopda kya dekh rahi hai re, Chikni? Chal, apne mard ke liye kuch khane ko bana. Aaj raat main chulha nahi jalane wali, samjhi?" (What are you waiting for Chikni? Make something for your Man. I am not cooking tonight). Devki smiled a bit and suddenly Tanvi felt comfortable. It wasn't a vile smile, the older woman was behaving good to her, as Devki's smile was clean, and straight. That smile made the older woman's face look much more pleasant to look at.
"Andar aaja, Chikni... yahan kar le jo karna hai" (Get inside, you whore... do whatever you have to do here, Chikni) Devki pulled her inside the house through the small door.
The moment Tanvi crossed the dirty threshold, she gasped for breath. Inside of the house wasn't nice, yet it wasn’t foul as well. The dishes were scattered, not cleaned, odour of old food from the kitchen. It was an untidy place to be.
"Chikni, the last bus with workers will come in half hour, make something for around six to seven and also for you, Khurramji and me. Just any curry will do, I have roti from morning to eat with it okay", Devki updated.
"Chikni, idhar ke mazdooron wali aakhri bus aadhe ghante mein tapak jayegi, char-paanch logon ko khane layak kuch bana de, aur apne liye bhi, Khurram aur mere liye, suna tu? Koi bhi rasedaar bhaji bana le, subah ki rotiyaan padi hain thunsne ke liye, samjhi, Chikni?" (Chikni, the last bus with workers will drop in half an hour, cook something for four to five people to eat, and also for you, Khurram and me. Any watery curry will do, I have morning rotis to stuff down with it, got it?), Devki updated.
"My name is Tanvi"
"Mujhe lund farak nahi padta tera naam kya hai. Aaj ki raat tu meri Chikni hai. Bas wahi naam pakad ke chal" (I don't give a fuck difference what your name is. Tonight you are my Chikni. Just stick with that name, got it?)
Before Tanvi could reply, she heard the older woman continuing.
"Oye, itna mat moot darr ke maare. Pehli baar aayi hai na is nali mein? Jab tak Khurramji and main tere saath hai, randi-baazi karne ki zaroorat nahi. Koi tujhe ungli nahi karega. Woh Moti saali ko hamesha mujhse khujli rehti thi. Mujhe woh kutiya kabhi pasand nahi tha, saali-aurat!" (Oh, and don't piss yourself too much out of fear. This is your first time in this gutter, right? As long as Khurramji and I are with you, no need to act like a desperate whore. No one will touch or trouble you. That ugly fat bitch always had a problem with me. I never liked that slut, ever!), Devki laughed loudly by referring to Safiya.
Tanvi nodded yes and started what need to be done. This was the first time she was preparing something for so many people. She found some Dal and started with it. Through the tiny window at the cooking stove where she stood, she found Khurram sitting on a chair next to a table nearby, and Devki joining him to talk. She couldn’t hear what they discussed but heard and saw Devki giggling at what he was telling her. After a bit of time, she was ready with the curry. Then she located the Rotis and proceeded to heat it up, she was also feeling hungry by now, and was desperate to fill her stomach. But the face of unknown, what Khurram had planned, made her nervous. She pulled the elastic panty bottom to cover her crotch to a decent way, but when her fingers got the soaked state of her pussy, she was mortified and embarrassed. It was her own dirty liquid! She was literally dripping!!
Once ready, she prepared three plates with Curry and took some Rotis to outside where the older couple sat and were busy talking. When they saw her approaching, both stopped talking and looked at her.
"Aha...toh tu badhiya paka leti hai, Chikni. Maine socha nahi tha ki tere jaisi randi aisa khana banayegi, iski mehak hi bata rahi hai ki ye saalan utna hi masaledaar hai jitni tu khud hai" (Aaha...so you are a good cook, Chikni. I never thought a whore like you would cook like this, the smell itself tells me this curry is as spicy and tasty as you are), Devki smiled at her.
"Ab se mujhe kuch swaad ka khane ko milega" (From now on, I will get to gorge on something tasty), Devki laughed with loud slurp of her fingers.
"Ji, thank you", Tanvi replied with a pretended smile...but was not able to catch what the woman just blurted. "From now on?", her head raced with those words..."What does that mean?"
"Let's eat. I am starving", Khurram started and it was followed by Devki and Tanvi. She was not answered on her last question, and it started to make her worry. But, she sat on the aluminium chair. Tanvi was uncomfortable when her soaked panty and legging started to get cold due to their wet state. But, she ate in silence.
"Gazab banaya hai re Chikni. Aisi dal kabhi nahi khayi. Accha hua us akal-ki-andhi Moti ko nahi laya aaj, us saali ko toh bas bakre ka ghosht banana aata hai aur wo bhi ekdum raddi" (You've made it amazing, Chiknk. Never ate dal and roti with such taste. Good that you didn't bring that brain-dead Moti tonight, Khurramji, only thing that bitch knows is to make mutton curry and that too absolutely awful), Devki complemented her.
Once done, both Khurram and Devki remain seated, indicating in silence that it was Tanvi's job to clear the table and cleanup. Tanvi mumbled her protests silently as she cleaned up. The cleaning water was kept at one side of the house, outside, to a corner. It was in a bucket, and no table. Tanvi had zero option than to squat on her legs to clean this up.
"Oye hoye, ye kya maal dikh raha hai yahan?" (Oh my my, what kind of rich meat are we seeing here?), Devki giggled like an animal.
Tanvi almost sprang up to stand feom her squatted position when she heard Devki's devilish voice from behind.
"Badi haraami badtameez hai tu, haina?" (You are a real naughty and insolent one, aren't you?), Devki was not looking at her face. Her eyes were now clearly focused at her thigh-joint where her greyish white panty was exposed through the long crack.
"Ji, I...I...", Tanvi was lost for words.
"Hmm...maine suna hai is sab ke baare mein. Maafi mat maang...aakhir...tu jawan hai...aur jawan logon ki apni bhook-pyaas hoti hai, haina?" (Hmm... I’ve heard about all that. No need for sorries...after all...you are young...and young people have their own hunger and thirst and needs, right?)
"Ji...hmm", Tanvi was lost on what to reply.
"Accha, ab kuch log khane ke liye aane wale hain. Toh behtar hoga teri nangi-naach band kare aur dhang ke kapde pehan le, andar ja...maine tere liye kuch nikaal ke rakha hai pehenne ko...chal... jaldi kat le" (Okay, some people are coming to gorge now. So it's better you stop this naked-dance and put on some decent clothes, go inside...I’ve kept something for you to wear...go...move it quickly), Devki nodded towards an open door from Kitchen to inside her home.
She stumbled into the room Devki had pointed out, a cramped, miserable box that barely held a single rusted cot and a lone cupboard. The floor was ice-cold under her bare feet, and a foul, biting stench of old dampness and human salt rose from the walls, making her throat constrict with a suppressed heave.
Tanvi heard a buzz from her phone and she saw Khurram's message.
"Wear the clothes that Devki gives you. Make sure NOT to wear anything under...If I see that panty, I will tear everything out of you and parade you literally naked here, later don't tell me that I didn't warn you"
The very ask for not to wear anything inside made her pussy jolt.
She felt like suffocating while breathing inside the tiny, and dirty room was of mildew and unwashed floors.
On the bed lay the "outfit", a coarse, brown cotton saree, weathered and thin, looking exactly like the rags Devki used to wrap her own withered frame.
With trembling fingers, Tanvi stripped.
She peeled off the ruined top and the torn, damp leggings, her breath coming in shallow, panicked whimpers. As she finally hooked her fingers into the elastic of her greyish-white panty and slid it down, a wave of pure, unadulterated vulnerability crashed over her. She felt too naked, too exposed to the filth of the room. The thought of unknown, low-class men, the laborers from the bus, walking into that place at any moment while she stood there bare made her pussy bloom with a shamed, involuntary and sinful wetness.
She couldn’t figure out why her body was reacting to such dirty ask from Khurram and hated herself for feeling that way. But, the primal fear that was manifesting as arousal. She wasn't meant for this; she was a woman of decency, used to power and clean linens, not this gutter-level reality where she was being renamed and repackaged as 'Chikni".
She began to wrap the coarse cloth around her waist. There was no blouse, no petticoat, nothing to anchor the fabric. Remembering how Devki wore it, she pulled the pallu over her naked shoulder, but without a bra, her soft mounds felt precariously loose and unbalanced. Every time she breathed, the rough cotton grazed her hardened nipples, making them throb and peak obscenely against the thin fabric.
The horror deepened as she realized the saree wasn't wide enough for her height. No matter how she tucked it, the hem barely reached her mid-thighs, leaving a scandalous length of her shapely, fair and yellowish toned legs completely bare to the world. With nothing underneath, every step felt like an invitation to disaster. She felt like a broken human, dressed in a rag that barely hid her shame, waiting for the door to open and the "worker-guests" to arrive.
With nothing underneath, a major portion of her legs and a ton load of her upper body were exposed to the world.
"Ho gayi? Ki abhi bhi aaine mein thopda dekh rahi hai?" (Done? Or are you still staring at your face in the mirror?), Devki’s voice rang with a steep pinch into her ears as the old woman barged inside the tiny room.
"Ji", Tanvi half-whispered with fear while trying to hold the dirty fabric over her chest.
Tanvi stood shivering, her heart hammer-drubbing against her ribs as the older woman’s gaze dived straight at the vertical tear that was vividly displayed on the leggings she removed earlier and kept on the bed.
"Badi nautanki kar rahi ho? Aakhir maine jo naam diya wahi sahi nikla... ekdum raseeli Chikni hai tu!" (You are bigger player, huh? Ooh-the name I gave you is perfect... you really are a Chikni!), Devki's grunt was menacingly arousing to Tanvi at that point.
Tanvi gasped audibly when she saw Devki's stare.
The old woman wasn't looking at Tanvi’s face, instead she was measuring the meat of her inner thigh with a professional, predatory squint. The way she spat the word 'Chikni' made Tanvi feel like a piece of expensive meat that was meant for sale!
"Ji, I...I mean...my leggings got torn earlier, sorry," Tanvi stammered, her voice a thin, pathetic reed. She felt a surge of nauseating remorse, why was she apologizing to this filthy creature?
"Abey jaa, ispe sorry kya? Sun liya maine sab...jawaani ka josh hai, sabki apni zaroorat hoti hai, haina?" (Forget it, what’s there to be sorry about? I’ve heard it all...it’s the heat of youth, everyone has their own needs, right?), Devki added with a low, raspy chuckle that suggested she knew exactly how many times Khurram had claimed her that day.
Tanvi could only manage a hollow "Ji..." as response because her mind was reeling due to her private trauma being turned into a dirty joke by a woman who smelled of supari and sweat.
"Areey Saali randi ladki! Aise pehente hain kya? Bilkul ganwar hai!" (You damn whore-woman... is this how you wear it? You’re a total illiterate!), Devki grumbled, stomping closer.
Tanvi was unable to move and inch with mortification flooding her head when Devki came and stood next to her within extreme proximity and a stare that gave her shivers...the older woman was judging her!
She couldn't stop the woman when she started to hold the cloth she wore and started re-working of it on her.
Devki didn't just adjust the cloth; she attacked it. Her rough, blackened fingers dived into Tanvi’s waist, shoving the cotton down past her navel, exposing her flat belly and the curve of her hips.
With an ease of a professional, the older woman adjusted the cloth at her hips, pushing it down her waist, folding the cloth to make a strong knot, and adjusted her pallu, as the cloth was cotton, it gave a comfortable protection to her breasts but, once Devki adjusted the pallu at her shoulder and pulled it back to her waist knot, Tanvi let out a gasp.
Devki folded the cloth into a brutally hard, and thick knot right above Tanvi’s pubic bone. Her fingers clearly grazed over Tanvi's lower belly - way too close to her privates that made the young woman to jolt of shock.
"Kitna chikna badan hai tera...Khurram Saab ne aise hi thodi na uthaya tujhe... pata hai na kyun laaya hai yahan?" (You have such a smooth body...Khurram Saab didn't just pick you up for nothing... do you even know why he brought you here?)
Tanvi gasped as Devki grabbed the pallu. Instead of a modest wrap, the older woman pulled the fabric taut only across the center of Tanvi’s breasts, pinning it at the shoulder and tucking it back into the low-slung waist knot. Devki was staring hard at Tanvi's pointed pinkish red nipples with eyes of wonderment.
Tanvi’s breath hitched in a sob of mortification.
The cloth covered her breasts, yes, but it was in a way that the pallu started at her groin, then spread only to cover her breasts from front, and exposed her shoulder and back till waist. Both sides of her breasts were unclothed in a dirty, obscene fashion, and she felt that free-swaying of her breast weight like a shameful hammer on her head.
It was at that point she saw her legs, when Devki pulled and made the knot at her lower waist, the cloth rode up her legs, and she stood with the cloth hardly reaching her mid-thighs, the hem was below her ass, and a bit more, giving her protection but at the same time exposing her legs in a wicked, evil and vulgar manner. The hem had ridden up even further; she was standing there with her legs exposed almost to her crotch, the cloth barely shielding her nakedness.
If someone took a good look or if she bent or squat, the cloth would ride up to her waist, exposing her naked sex to the whole world, unabashedly naked!
"Ab lag rahi hai na bilkul chakaaz-maal tu ek khadak item hai-re! Chal-ab, do plate saalan aur roti nikal, grahak baahar khade hain." (Now you look like a real juicy item! Go, get two plates of curry and bread, the customers are standing outside), Devki updated, her eyes flashing with a wicked, vulgar satisfaction.
"Accha, suno Chikni, do-do plate khana leka aa ab. Do chutiyon banda aake baitha hain udhar" (Chikni, get two plates of Curry and Rotis, there are two assholes waiting outside to eat), Devki updated and walked out.
Tanvi stood idle for a moment, with a forced weight on her, her bare legs already more exposed than she ever wished to be flashing and her breasts juggling obscenely under the single layer of cotton with each heavy and stressed breath she took.
"Waitress? Am I? In this dress? Shit, should I say no and run from here? But to where? I didn't carry any money with me and even if I ran, where is this place?", extremely worrying thoughts ran inside her head as she walked back to the Kitchen and robotically prepared the order given by the older woman.
While she readied the plates, she took a look outside through the tiny window and found two dirty and slimy looking men sitting next to Khurram and Devki's table. She saw their tool bags and noted that they would've returned after work, and immediately her mind drifted to the man whom she serviced in the train, an unwanted comparison with Dattu darted into her head in an instant.
Despite the revolting thoughts, she took the plates and walked out.
As Tanvi stepped out of the shadows, the silence that fell was more shameful than any noise.
The stench of beedi mixed with grime and filth were everywhere around her despite they all being in an open space.
A sharp tremor of fear came through her spine when she looked at the people who were seated next to Khurram and Devki!
And...they saw her!
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