03-06-2020, 10:26 PM
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Chapter-52
“Ji Badi Didi! I am listening!”, a peeved looking Sharda stood in front of the brothel owner’s hut and continued to apologize.
“Sharda! Let me tell you one last time”, the brothel woman took a whiff of air and spat the red colored liquid to the ground while giving a meaningful look at the maid.
“One last time! I need the money before end of next week! And, I don’t care how you make it!!”, Protima Didi took one more gulp of air.
“But...But...Badi Didi! How can I? You know all my problems...We are poor! Also, I have asked help from Mehtaji and Tanvi Memsaab...I will return it back as soon as I get something! Please...please don’t hurt my kids!!”, Sharda was literally on Badi Didi’s feet, crying and looking hopeless.
“Arre! You are crying? Never saw these tears when you and your shithole husband borrowed all these money from me! And NO-I AM NOT GIVING ANY MORE TIME....BY END OF NEXT WEEK...I NEED FULL PAYMENT...INCLUDING INTEREST!!!”, Protima seethed at the maid.
“Please...have some mercy...it is Kumari Puja! You know there are only few of us to prepare everything in this basti!”
“Oooh-yesss! I almost forgot about it! So, who are you preparing this year for this mock-kumari-puja? Same like last year?”, Protima was toying with the poor maid who was at her mercy.
“Uh...No no Badi Didi! I can’t do it again! It was just because of you that I came out of the puja alive...otherwise...!”, Sharda stopped in between as if remembering something horrific.
“But-why-Sharda? Why are you not interested this time? When I opened the ceremonial hut for puja, I saw you screaming and shouting for more! I can’t remember you asking for help!!”
“Badi Didi...you know very well what happens the nominated Kumari on the puja night! I was not able to move from my bed for three days!”, Sharda’s face looked frightened at the memory, but it was mixed with the carnal, devilish sexual creed!!
“Exactly my point! So, you have your options in front of you!!”
“But...this puja is not in line with the reality...you know why these basti men forces to have a woman for that wretched night!”, Sharda seemed deeply troubled when she thought about previous year.
“Of course...and that’s why I don’t allow any of my girls to that event...it was your worthless husband Dattu, who allowed you take the title of Kumari last year, wasn’t it?", Protima paused and stared hard at Sharda as if trying to make some sense into her head.
"Ji", Sharda's réponse was meek.
"So, I am telling you to find someone else to replace you for that night!!!”, Protima's solution was simple!
“What? What are you saying Badi Didi? I don’t understand! Who can I find??”, Sharda replied and looked up at the woman whose eyes were fixed at the complex building.
“I won’t say anything more other than returning my money by puja! Now GO-AWAY!”, Protima expressed her annoyance.
“But Badi Didi please...I don’t...I can’t make anything by that...!!!”
“Stop your blabbering Sharda...do remember to come here tonight...we have customers to entertain!”
“Badi Didi...please...let me...”, Sharda was cut off from saying anything more and she walked back to the complex to finish the balance chores for the day.
Sharda stopped when she heard the brothel owner coughing and updating her again.
“I told you already Sharda! Use that slut brain and eyes and look out at your options! GO-NOW!!!”, Sharda noticed Protima’s eyes still remaining focused at the complex building.
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“But guys! It wasn’t me!! I was with Mehta uncle that night!! Fuck it!! No one’s believing me!!!”, a frustrated looking Maryam complained at her friends.
“I believe you!”, her brother’s soothing voice came immediately.
“Then tell me Mimi, if it wasn’t you, then who else would it have been?”, Abhijeet looked incredulous.
“Stop-it guys! We are just beating around the bush here. Don’t you all think, let’s say, for a wild moment, that it could have been Tanvi Didi itself who entertained Abhi with our slut-maid?”, said a frustrated looking Rony.
“Shit man! We missed that golden chance!!!”, a mournful looking Abhijeet took a sip of his beer and grumbled at his friend Fariz. Both were sitting in the outside garden along with their rest of the friends.
“But again, think rationally, there were so many guests...couldn’t it have been someone from that group? Afterall, those elder women always had their eyes roaming over us...not even that night...I mean...don’t you remember the calls that we all get asking for half hour entertainment??”, Abhijeet looked a bit furious, yet in a content manner.
“Guys-Guys-peace-out!”, everyone looked at Fariz who seemed like brightened up with some new information.
“Okay, listen to this okay”, Fariz paused “Just consider for a moment that it was indeed our own darling Tanvi Didi! If then, what could have made her come all the way here...to enjoy what was in our offer, right?...and then, after steaming us with her hotness, just vanish into thin air? just like how she came?”, he paused again “To me, it doesn’t make much sense!”, Fariz took a heavy breath and looked at his friends.
“Chalo-okay...for once we agree your theory is right. But, I am trying to match your own question – why would she return if she came her and fucked one of us??”, it was from Kavita.
“Hear me out yaar...just for a moment!” everyone looked at Maryam who stopped from what she was about to tell them.
Everyone looked at Mehta Senior walking towards them with few beers in one hand and talking to someone in his cellphone in his other hand.
“Boss, suno to! It’s not our mistake that she wouldn’t take that modeling job. There is a limit before crossing a line in our society...and you know very well how we roll in our group...don’t you?”, Mr. Mehta looked incredulous as he listened to the person replying. He handed over the beer bottles to the young group and sat next to his son, continuing to talk.
“YESS! That’s exactly why I told you not to rush things! That silly husband of hers is back now”, he listened to the response from cell phone.
“Oh-nothing-to-worry! That is already covered by our princes and princesses!”, as he replied, Mr. Mehta laughed in a meaningful manner.
“OK! Of-Course...will do...in fact, we want that to happen quickly! Bye!”, he kept the phone and and looked at the six young ones around him and nodded as if asking the question to all of them.
Everyone raised their eyebrows at Mr. Mehta as if asking the same question while Abhijeet noticed the name of ‘Maahi-Upendra’ blinking out on his Dad’s cellphone.
“It was a fucking miss that party night!”, his voice contained disappointment.
“But Dad, it wasn’t any of our fault...and tell me something...we cannot force a person to accept our kind of lifestyle...It’s a choice! All we can do is to welcome...but if one is not willing, then what?”, Abhijeet asked the most relevant question.
“Who said we can’t?”, all five of them sat speechless at Mr. Mehta’s reply.
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“Arre bhai...ye le...have this special beedi! It will help you to relax!”, Dattu took one from his pouch and gave it to the night watchman of the complex, Rasool.
“Don’t take it Rasool...this chutiya is an asshole...he is the one who sells his own wife and uses that money to buy other sluts!”, Harilal seemed pensive.
“Ji saab...but, to do the night shift, I need one at least!”, Rasool looked at his superior for approval.
“Ok...just one!”, Harilal gave permission.
“Again, we were talking about that night Rasool. I still cannot understand how that whore escaped you both...twice!!”, when Harilal blurted, Rasool looked sheepish and Dattu had to tilt his face down with shame.
“Saabji, just wait and see...I will catch her!”, Dattu’s voice had more power this time.
“Yaar chutiye...you are living in that basti! And now we are almost sure that this slut is not living in that shit! So, the big question is...who is she???”, Harilal’s large pot belly bounced as he took few steps.
“Saab, I will catch her! I have seen her twice now...she won’t escape me a third time!”, Rasool paused and looked down as if inspecting his groin and continued “And, the next time, she would wish and pray to all her Gods that she had never crossed this line!”, he nodded at the security gate.
“Rasool-bhai!, why would you be the one to catch her? I am the one who came this close to actually fuck her! And, I am sure that she was the one who left me naked below that Khurram’s house! What could have happened if Tanvi memasab would have seen me that morning!”, Dattu took a long puff from his beedi.
“Usko dekh! taking the name of the devil...and devil’s useless minion is right here!”, Harilal pointed at Sanjoth, who was almost walking-running towards his home.
“Saala! How come this kind of assholes always gets the hottest women? Always it’s like that!! Unfair to all of us!!!”, the comment was from Rasool.
“Bhai mere...let me tell you something! I had wished so bad that it was our Tanvi memsaab who came to basti that night!”, Dattu kneaded his semi hard shaft through his torn pant.
“Look here...don’t go through that line Dattu. People who are living here are not of your class, in fact not of my class as well. They are the ones giving us our daily food. So, don’t even think of moving a finger or even using that stupid brain of yours okay!”, voice of Harilal was menacing.
“Magar saab, to be honest, after watching the photos from CCTV and what happened at Mehtaji’s house that night, I had also wondered so many times!”, Rasool felt his penis becoming hard as soon as his brain compared the blurred photos, the woman giving blowjob to Mr. Mehta and the exotic woman in their complex, Tanvi!
“Chal-leave-it!”, Harilal took a stand to stop the sleazy conversation and walked towards his small office while trying to match Tanvi’s features to the blurry pics in his cellphone...while his other hand stroked his hardening cock...in less than few seconds...it grew...to reach its reasonable propotions!
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Sanjoth was literally hovering towards his home!
Trying his level best to cover his crying face from everyone!!
All he wanted to do was to use some enchantment and reverse the past two weeks of his life!!!
He started to walk faster as he neared to his home. He did not notice the Watchmen and Dattu making their faces at him. He failed to register the friendly nods that Mehta’s and friends passed to him. Only thing that his eyes had in its focus was his home...his feet started hurting...but his brain never registered and increased hi pace!
It was Sharda who first saw the terrible looking Sanjoth. She looked at his torn face and knew it was an opportunity that she couldn’t miss at any cost.
“What should I do now?”, Sharda’s brain worked furiously.
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Despite the night being cooler than previous days, and even with children sleeping peacefully on the same bed, Tanvi was unable to relax...not even one second passed without giving her the sting of guilt!
“What have I done!”, the same question repeated and replayed thousands of times inside her brain and affecting her entire body to collapse with remorse.
Despite her desperation and sorrowful state, her subconscious continued to register the heat from her cervix...
As a reflex, her hand slid sideways to locate her cellphone and within next few seconds, her eyes brightened up as her finger scrolled the photos and videos in the locked folder...from Abhijeet’s vault collection...
She was restless...
Her brain was searching for something...
A moment came when her eyes got struck to last of the photos...the ones that she was searching for...
Those were of none other than her elderly neighbor...Safiyaji...all taken by Abhi...!!!
“Ji Badi Didi! I am listening!”, a peeved looking Sharda stood in front of the brothel owner’s hut and continued to apologize.
“Sharda! Let me tell you one last time”, the brothel woman took a whiff of air and spat the red colored liquid to the ground while giving a meaningful look at the maid.
“One last time! I need the money before end of next week! And, I don’t care how you make it!!”, Protima Didi took one more gulp of air.
“But...But...Badi Didi! How can I? You know all my problems...We are poor! Also, I have asked help from Mehtaji and Tanvi Memsaab...I will return it back as soon as I get something! Please...please don’t hurt my kids!!”, Sharda was literally on Badi Didi’s feet, crying and looking hopeless.
“Arre! You are crying? Never saw these tears when you and your shithole husband borrowed all these money from me! And NO-I AM NOT GIVING ANY MORE TIME....BY END OF NEXT WEEK...I NEED FULL PAYMENT...INCLUDING INTEREST!!!”, Protima seethed at the maid.
“Please...have some mercy...it is Kumari Puja! You know there are only few of us to prepare everything in this basti!”
“Oooh-yesss! I almost forgot about it! So, who are you preparing this year for this mock-kumari-puja? Same like last year?”, Protima was toying with the poor maid who was at her mercy.
“Uh...No no Badi Didi! I can’t do it again! It was just because of you that I came out of the puja alive...otherwise...!”, Sharda stopped in between as if remembering something horrific.
“But-why-Sharda? Why are you not interested this time? When I opened the ceremonial hut for puja, I saw you screaming and shouting for more! I can’t remember you asking for help!!”
“Badi Didi...you know very well what happens the nominated Kumari on the puja night! I was not able to move from my bed for three days!”, Sharda’s face looked frightened at the memory, but it was mixed with the carnal, devilish sexual creed!!
“Exactly my point! So, you have your options in front of you!!”
“But...this puja is not in line with the reality...you know why these basti men forces to have a woman for that wretched night!”, Sharda seemed deeply troubled when she thought about previous year.
“Of course...and that’s why I don’t allow any of my girls to that event...it was your worthless husband Dattu, who allowed you take the title of Kumari last year, wasn’t it?", Protima paused and stared hard at Sharda as if trying to make some sense into her head.
"Ji", Sharda's réponse was meek.
"So, I am telling you to find someone else to replace you for that night!!!”, Protima's solution was simple!
“What? What are you saying Badi Didi? I don’t understand! Who can I find??”, Sharda replied and looked up at the woman whose eyes were fixed at the complex building.
“I won’t say anything more other than returning my money by puja! Now GO-AWAY!”, Protima expressed her annoyance.
“But Badi Didi please...I don’t...I can’t make anything by that...!!!”
“Stop your blabbering Sharda...do remember to come here tonight...we have customers to entertain!”
“Badi Didi...please...let me...”, Sharda was cut off from saying anything more and she walked back to the complex to finish the balance chores for the day.
Sharda stopped when she heard the brothel owner coughing and updating her again.
“I told you already Sharda! Use that slut brain and eyes and look out at your options! GO-NOW!!!”, Sharda noticed Protima’s eyes still remaining focused at the complex building.
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“But guys! It wasn’t me!! I was with Mehta uncle that night!! Fuck it!! No one’s believing me!!!”, a frustrated looking Maryam complained at her friends.
“I believe you!”, her brother’s soothing voice came immediately.
“Then tell me Mimi, if it wasn’t you, then who else would it have been?”, Abhijeet looked incredulous.
“Stop-it guys! We are just beating around the bush here. Don’t you all think, let’s say, for a wild moment, that it could have been Tanvi Didi itself who entertained Abhi with our slut-maid?”, said a frustrated looking Rony.
“Shit man! We missed that golden chance!!!”, a mournful looking Abhijeet took a sip of his beer and grumbled at his friend Fariz. Both were sitting in the outside garden along with their rest of the friends.
“But again, think rationally, there were so many guests...couldn’t it have been someone from that group? Afterall, those elder women always had their eyes roaming over us...not even that night...I mean...don’t you remember the calls that we all get asking for half hour entertainment??”, Abhijeet looked a bit furious, yet in a content manner.
“Guys-Guys-peace-out!”, everyone looked at Fariz who seemed like brightened up with some new information.
“Okay, listen to this okay”, Fariz paused “Just consider for a moment that it was indeed our own darling Tanvi Didi! If then, what could have made her come all the way here...to enjoy what was in our offer, right?...and then, after steaming us with her hotness, just vanish into thin air? just like how she came?”, he paused again “To me, it doesn’t make much sense!”, Fariz took a heavy breath and looked at his friends.
“Chalo-okay...for once we agree your theory is right. But, I am trying to match your own question – why would she return if she came her and fucked one of us??”, it was from Kavita.
“Hear me out yaar...just for a moment!” everyone looked at Maryam who stopped from what she was about to tell them.
Everyone looked at Mehta Senior walking towards them with few beers in one hand and talking to someone in his cellphone in his other hand.
“Boss, suno to! It’s not our mistake that she wouldn’t take that modeling job. There is a limit before crossing a line in our society...and you know very well how we roll in our group...don’t you?”, Mr. Mehta looked incredulous as he listened to the person replying. He handed over the beer bottles to the young group and sat next to his son, continuing to talk.
“YESS! That’s exactly why I told you not to rush things! That silly husband of hers is back now”, he listened to the response from cell phone.
“Oh-nothing-to-worry! That is already covered by our princes and princesses!”, as he replied, Mr. Mehta laughed in a meaningful manner.
“OK! Of-Course...will do...in fact, we want that to happen quickly! Bye!”, he kept the phone and and looked at the six young ones around him and nodded as if asking the question to all of them.
Everyone raised their eyebrows at Mr. Mehta as if asking the same question while Abhijeet noticed the name of ‘Maahi-Upendra’ blinking out on his Dad’s cellphone.
“It was a fucking miss that party night!”, his voice contained disappointment.
“But Dad, it wasn’t any of our fault...and tell me something...we cannot force a person to accept our kind of lifestyle...It’s a choice! All we can do is to welcome...but if one is not willing, then what?”, Abhijeet asked the most relevant question.
“Who said we can’t?”, all five of them sat speechless at Mr. Mehta’s reply.
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“Arre bhai...ye le...have this special beedi! It will help you to relax!”, Dattu took one from his pouch and gave it to the night watchman of the complex, Rasool.
“Don’t take it Rasool...this chutiya is an asshole...he is the one who sells his own wife and uses that money to buy other sluts!”, Harilal seemed pensive.
“Ji saab...but, to do the night shift, I need one at least!”, Rasool looked at his superior for approval.
“Ok...just one!”, Harilal gave permission.
“Again, we were talking about that night Rasool. I still cannot understand how that whore escaped you both...twice!!”, when Harilal blurted, Rasool looked sheepish and Dattu had to tilt his face down with shame.
“Saabji, just wait and see...I will catch her!”, Dattu’s voice had more power this time.
“Yaar chutiye...you are living in that basti! And now we are almost sure that this slut is not living in that shit! So, the big question is...who is she???”, Harilal’s large pot belly bounced as he took few steps.
“Saab, I will catch her! I have seen her twice now...she won’t escape me a third time!”, Rasool paused and looked down as if inspecting his groin and continued “And, the next time, she would wish and pray to all her Gods that she had never crossed this line!”, he nodded at the security gate.
“Rasool-bhai!, why would you be the one to catch her? I am the one who came this close to actually fuck her! And, I am sure that she was the one who left me naked below that Khurram’s house! What could have happened if Tanvi memasab would have seen me that morning!”, Dattu took a long puff from his beedi.
“Usko dekh! taking the name of the devil...and devil’s useless minion is right here!”, Harilal pointed at Sanjoth, who was almost walking-running towards his home.
“Saala! How come this kind of assholes always gets the hottest women? Always it’s like that!! Unfair to all of us!!!”, the comment was from Rasool.
“Bhai mere...let me tell you something! I had wished so bad that it was our Tanvi memsaab who came to basti that night!”, Dattu kneaded his semi hard shaft through his torn pant.
“Look here...don’t go through that line Dattu. People who are living here are not of your class, in fact not of my class as well. They are the ones giving us our daily food. So, don’t even think of moving a finger or even using that stupid brain of yours okay!”, voice of Harilal was menacing.
“Magar saab, to be honest, after watching the photos from CCTV and what happened at Mehtaji’s house that night, I had also wondered so many times!”, Rasool felt his penis becoming hard as soon as his brain compared the blurred photos, the woman giving blowjob to Mr. Mehta and the exotic woman in their complex, Tanvi!
“Chal-leave-it!”, Harilal took a stand to stop the sleazy conversation and walked towards his small office while trying to match Tanvi’s features to the blurry pics in his cellphone...while his other hand stroked his hardening cock...in less than few seconds...it grew...to reach its reasonable propotions!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sanjoth was literally hovering towards his home!
Trying his level best to cover his crying face from everyone!!
All he wanted to do was to use some enchantment and reverse the past two weeks of his life!!!
He started to walk faster as he neared to his home. He did not notice the Watchmen and Dattu making their faces at him. He failed to register the friendly nods that Mehta’s and friends passed to him. Only thing that his eyes had in its focus was his home...his feet started hurting...but his brain never registered and increased hi pace!
It was Sharda who first saw the terrible looking Sanjoth. She looked at his torn face and knew it was an opportunity that she couldn’t miss at any cost.
“What should I do now?”, Sharda’s brain worked furiously.
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Despite the night being cooler than previous days, and even with children sleeping peacefully on the same bed, Tanvi was unable to relax...not even one second passed without giving her the sting of guilt!
“What have I done!”, the same question repeated and replayed thousands of times inside her brain and affecting her entire body to collapse with remorse.
Despite her desperation and sorrowful state, her subconscious continued to register the heat from her cervix...
As a reflex, her hand slid sideways to locate her cellphone and within next few seconds, her eyes brightened up as her finger scrolled the photos and videos in the locked folder...from Abhijeet’s vault collection...
She was restless...
Her brain was searching for something...
A moment came when her eyes got struck to last of the photos...the ones that she was searching for...
Those were of none other than her elderly neighbor...Safiyaji...all taken by Abhi...!!!
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