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JOURNEY OF INNOCENT KAJAL - 1




This is the story of Kajal, a typical Indian woman whose life changed rapidly and in unimaginable ways within a couple of years.

Kajal was born in a small town in Madhya Pradesh in a conservative middle class household. From childhood, Kajal was recognized as very good looking. She was fair-skinned, had thick straight hair, and had sharp features and big eyes. Her parents and grandparents, wary of how the society preys pretty women, became extra protective of her.

As it is, small towns in India are conservative with very little open mixing between sexes, no night life, and clothing that covers the female body completely. Add to it Kajal’s protective family, and the girl was essentially a beautiful songbird caged up for life.

And that's how Kajal grew up, under the watchful eye of her old-fashioned family. She was forbidden from playing with boys or even befriending them soon after she hit puberty. Her only friends were other girls from families as orthodox as hers. And she was put in an all-girls school. Her teenage life was pretty much going to school, then coming home and spending time with her family.

After Kajal finished high school, she meekly expressed a desire to go to college. Since she was always home, she studied well, and got good grades. She wanted to become a doctor or an engineer like most Indians. But her father and grandfather were of the opinion that these aren't the right professions for a woman. Plus there was no good engineering or medical college within a 50 km radius.

If Kajal’s father could have his way, he would get her married right away. But the world had changed. His friends told him that a girl who hasn't gone to college doesn't get much demand from good families. So he decided to let her go to the nearby women's college which offered only commerce courses.

At 21, Kajal graduated from college, now flowered into a beautiful voluptuous woman. Whenever she went out, people cast her second, third, and fourth glances. Once a young man followed her home from college. Her cousins caught hold of him and beat him up.

This made Kajal’s family decide to get her married right away. All the matchmakers and pundits known to the family were summoned. Her horoscope was drawn up and her portfolio was taken. And the groom hunt was in full swing.

It didn't take too long. Given how beautiful she was, that wasn't surprising. Within three weeks, Kajal’s wedding had been fixed. To the very first guy who came home to see her.

Gautham was an ideal match for Kajal in every way. He was from the same caste. He was good-looking and tall. He was from a good family. And most importantly, he and his family lived in America where they owned several businesses. They had shifted there from Bhopal when Gautham was 10 years old.

From Gautham and his family's perspective too, Kajal was the ideal match. Although he had spent over half his life in America, Gautham was still very Indian at heart, and his family was very conservative. He knew that he wanted a wife from India, not one of the ABCD Indian women with a lot of attitude.

Plus, although Gautham was good-looking, he was shy by nature. He had never really been able to mix with girls from his school or college days in America. He had slept with only one woman, that too when he was 22 years old, with a Mexican maid fifteen years older than him who worked in their motel.

A woman as gorgeous as Kajal would not have given him the time of the day in America. But thanks to Indian tradition and the institution of arranged marriage, Gautham was assured of a hot woman to sleep with for the rest of his life. That she was quiet, docile, traditional, and could cook was an added bonus. As soon as he saw her pictures, Gautham had pestered his family to fly with him to India right away to meet her.

Gautham and his family said yes. Kajal’s family was delighted. They asked Kajal, just as a formality. She was too much of a docile cat to think on her own. She said yes. The wedding date was set for four months away. Gautham and his family flew back to Texas where they lived. Kajal’s family started making wedding preparations.

Until this stage, Kajal’s life story was going the way it was meant to. Docile, risk-free, traditional. It might have continued that way too. But it was Gautham who unwittingly changed it all.

Gautham flew back to Texas and told all his friends that he was getting married. He carried several pictures of Kajal on his phone and proudly showed them off to everyone. His friends were all surprised at how gorgeous a bride their shy friend had managed to bag.

"You are lucky, yaar." his friend Jay said. "So how was the taste?"

"Taste? What do you mean taste?"

"I mean you must have done at least something."

"You mean physically?"

"Then what else? Spiritually?"

"Dude, I tried to get permission to take her out alone. But you known our community. Plus she is from a tiny town. Her parents said, she will be yours after the marriage anyway. Till then let her spend time with us."

"Damn. So you've not even touched her?"

"Sigh, no."

Gautham stared at a particularly gorgeous pic of Kajal taken from side view.

"If I had gotten to spend some time alone with her." Gautham said. "I'd have squeezed those boobs. They seem quite ample."

"From whatever little the pics indicate, yeah dude. Bhabhi seems stacked."

"Oh well. In a few months."

"You can get at least a trailer."

"What do you mean?"

"You fool, what century are you living in? This is 2014. Tell her to get topless on cam for you."

"I don't know, dude. She is pretty conservative."

"That makes it even easier. She has been brought up to think of you as her lord and master."

"True."

Although the idea seemed practical, putting it into action turned out to be tougher than expected.

Gautham and Kajal spoke on Skype everyday. But the computer in Kajal’s home was in the living room and there was always someone around her. She had a phone, but it wasn't a smartphone. All this wasn't by accident. Kajal’s father, ever paranoid about the dangers of technology, had made sure she didn't have too much private access to means by which she could get corrupted.

Finally Gautham sent Kajal an SMS.

"I want to talk to you when you are alone. No one around. Call me when that's possible."

Kajal smiled. It seemed like a very romantic request to her. Shielded from the opposite sex her whole life, Kajal’s concepts of love, marriage, romance etc came solely from novels, movies, and TV shows. She thought maybe Gautham wanted to read her a poem he had written for her.

Every afternoon after lunch, most members of Kajal’s household took a nap. That's when she could go to the verandah and speak to Gautham. So she sms-ed him back that she could call him at 1:30 PM India time. That was very late for Gautham in Texas but considering what was at stake, he decide to stay up.

"Kajal...I want to Skype with you one on one. When you don't have your family around." he said when she finally called.

"Okay...but how? That's the only computer at home."

"Don't you have any friends with computers and a net connection who don't have an entire airplane load's worth of people at home?"

"Hehe, no. They all are similar."

Gautham was stymied. Then he suddenly remembered something. When he was in their town to see Kajal, he had to send an urgent document for a business deal. The net was down in their hotel. So he had gone to a net cafe.

It was a big net cafe with private booths. And he remembered that they all had webcams and the speed was pretty decent.

"Chat with me from that netcafe in Laxmanbag."

"Netcafe? I have never been to a net cafe." Kajal warily said.

"It's just a netcafe. Not a lion's den." Gautham said, annoyed.

"Let me ask papa."

"No need to ask papa. I am practically your husband. Just go."

"But..."

"Are you talking back?" he growled.

"Okay okay. I'll be there soon."

Kajal disconnected the phone and wondered what to do. If she just left the house without telling anyone, they would panic. On the other hand, if she told them she was going to a net cafe, they would ask her why when there was internet at home.

Finally, for the first time in her life, Kajal decided to lie to her parents.

"Mom, I am going to Priya's place to look at some mehndi designs."

"Hmmm...okay. But the driver has gone to your papa's office."

"It's okay. I'll just walk."

Kajal’s mom was sleepy. She thought that now that her daughter's wedding was fixed, she didn't need to be shielded 24/7. It was the middle of the day and Priya's house was just one kilometre away. She nodded.

Kajal walked out of her house and from a safe distance, called her friend Priya. She told Priya to cover for her in case her parents called. Because she had to go to a netcafe and talk to her fiance. Priya agreed.

After that, Priya took an auto and went to the netcafe in Laxmanbag. She walked in, signed in the register, and sat at the first free computer in the main seating area downstairs. She put on the headset and logged in to skype. Gautham’s call came straight away

"Hi." Kajal smiled.

Gautham was smiling but then it turned into a frown.

"Kajal, where are you?"

"In the netcafe where you told me to go."

"I can see that. but there are people around you. Computers behind you. Why aren't you in a private booth?"

"Private booth?"

"Yes, they have them upstairs. Log in from there,"

"Ok."

Kajal logged off and walked to the main counter where Mr. Mehra, the cafe's owner was sitting. He smiled at the beautiful young woman and said,

"Done already, beta?"

"No, uncle. I need to move to a private booth."

"Private booth? That's an extra 20 rupees." Mehra said.

"That's fine."

"Okay...go to number 7." he said.

Kajal walked up the stairs and into the private booth. She closed the door and logged in. She did not know that the one click from her mouse right then was about to change her life forever.