Incest That Trip to... Topchanchi (COMPLETE)

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It was the 3rd day of Durga Pooja celebration - "Ashtami"

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"So you gave a torrid time to Savita-di last night?" Ritu was sitting in the drawing room with a can of chilled mid-morning beer. Bira 91. talking to Thakur

"Yes, the cow was rather lively last night. Kept squealing while I drilled into her." Thakur said

"Must have been the blessings of the Devi ... she must have somehow turned the right knobs on her body."

"True, true." The Thakur gave a knowing smirk. "Even I was feeling charged up last night."

"Oh! That is wonderful news." Ritu smiled coyly. "Perhaps even I will be able to feel her blessings sometime soon."

"You will, you will. I am planning something big for you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I cannot wait ..."

"Tomorrow is Navami, the last day of the Puja and I have invited the local MLA for dinner in the evening."

"And what are you planning for him."

"Ha, Ha .. that is a secret, but I bet you would never have seen anything like it before ... "

"Oh please .. I am dying to know."

"Janab Murtaza Ali is a man of eclectic tastes. I have to cater to him."

"With what?" Every piece of information was important for Ritu.

"I have arranged for some really good entertainment for him ... but then, wait. Why not even you?"

"Me?"

"Yes .. You are a dancer right?"

"Well Santhal girls have a natural flair for swaying to the beat of the madol." She did not quite admit it, but having been in Bombay for so long, the Bollywood ishtyle dancing was something that she was generally quite comfortable with. She was always a hit in their office parties.

"Janab Murtaza Ali needs to be softened up and I want you to help me with that."

"By dancing?"

"To begin with .. and then of course his own nature will take over."

"Hmmm." This would be a challenge but Ritu's mind was whirring. The challenge would have to be transformed into an opportunity. Things would have to be made to fall in place.

"You need not be too alarmed. The MLA is a happy-go-lucky man. A man of eclectic tastes .. as you will see." The Thakur smirked. Ritu was wondering what would that mean but in her mind things were falling in place. But there was one piece of the puzzle that was still missing.


"Would you be attending to the Sandhi puja in the evening?" Ritu asked 


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Sandhi puja is when Ashtami, the eighth day of the waxing moon, ends and Navami, the ninth day, begins. The legend of Mahishasurmardini Durga -- the Goddess who slays the demon in his buffalo form -- 

Elder's says that the Goddess triumphed over the demon at the moment of the Sandhi, the boundary between Ashtami and Navami.

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"Arrey No Riturani. That is my prime drinking time and nothing will take me away from that pleasure." Thakur said

"Same here Thakur. All this piety gets on my nerves. Savita-di wants me to accompany her for the Ashtami puja and the offering of flowers for the Pushpanjali."

"When is that?"

"I have to go now, thats why I need this Bira 91."

"But you are free in the evening."

"I will be always free for the Thakur of my life." Ritu was laying it on, thick and sweet.

"When is this Sandhi puja?"

"It's around 9 o'clock in the evening, but I will be back well before that .."

"And what does the Rani want to drink tonight?"

"We could begin with any single malt but I want to end the night by sucking up some authentic Bihari Cream." Ritu could be as shameless as any harlot whenever she wanted to be so.

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