23-05-2021, 12:50 PM
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Episode 3
Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana surveyed the area around him. His men were combing the area where the body was found. They were moving around in progressively bigger circles looking for anything that could have been accidently dropped, any foot marks etc. security officer work contained a lot of painstaking tedious work. Nothing glamorous about it. He had his nose covered because of the stench from the dead body. From the condition he estimated it was about two to three days old. A couple of men passing through this area had seen two stray dogs digging furiously at the ground. Out of curiosity when they approached the dogs the first thing that hit their nose was the stench. The stray semi wild dogs snarled at them, protecting their find and possibly their potential meal. They would have left the dogs be but then suddenly they spied a hand that was dug out from the covered sand. Shocked at their find one of the men chased the dogs away with the long staff in his hand. The dogs stood their ground refusing to move away till the man had to give the dog a hard hit before it ran away with a whelp. The dogs did not go far away but they stayed just out of reach, snarling and showing their teeth every now and then. The other man had wanted to getaway from the place. He didn’t want to have any trouble with the security officer. The normal fear and reluctance especially from the poor in getting involved with the security officer and courts. But the man with the staff was made of sterner material. He stood guard over the corpse till the security officer were called and arrived. ACP Dharana was thankful for the civic sense of that man. This was a place that had very little human traffic. Even from his superficial observation this seemed to be a clear case of murder. The face had been smashed beyond recognition but he could see the clear cut on the neck. He was waiting for the doctor to come and do his investigations. He would have more relevant details then. He was disturbed from his thoughts by someone hailing him from around sixty meters away.
“Sir, over here,” called out Inspector Vajendra.
He quickly walked over to where two of his men were standing. Hidden among the bushes was a motorbike. It was an expensive and high-powered bike. It most probably belonged to the man who was now a corpse lying not so far away. No great effort had been made to hide the vehicle. Either the man/men who murdered the victim did not have time to properly conceal the motorbike or they weren’t particularly bothered to do so. Dharana squatted to have a closer look.
“There is a possibility of getting some fingerprints sir, we’ll have to wait for the forensics team. They should be here anytime now,” said Inspector Vajendra.
“There seems to be no number plates, who ever murdered the man must have taken them, probably didn’t want the man to be traced through the motorbike registration.
Inspector Vajendra was someone who had got to this position after years of service. It was his personal opinion that his experience was worth more than any training that can be provided to these young IPS officers who immediately become their superiors solely because of their education. There was always a hint of condescension when he spoke to Dharana. Dharana was aware of this undercurrent of derision from his subordinate. He chose to ignore it. He was new, on his first full posting. He had to earn their respect for it to be meaningful. Nevertheless, he had to reiterate his position of authority. Tolerance can only be for so much.
“Why aren’t they here yet. They should have been here at the same time we had arrived,” he let his irritation show. “Follow me,” he ordered Inspector Vajendra as he strode purposefully towards the road.
“What do you expect to find there … sir,” there was a gap before he said the word sir as if it was just an after thought to address him with that honorific.
Dharana was aware the inspector was testing him and he smiled to himself. “Why do you think I’m going there,” he put the question back to Vajendra.
Now the inspector was in a fix. He wanted to test the ACP as to how much he knew what to look for but now if he did not answer this properly then his own qualification as an investigator would be called to question. This young man is not as raw as I thought he was, he said to himself. At the age of 27 the ACP was 10 years younger to him.
“Since the victim apparently came on that motorbike it was likely he was ambushed while he was going on the road.”
“That’s right and where on this stretch of road do you think that could have happened? ACP Dharana asked with a smile.
This young pup was needling him Vajendra thought with a bit of anger, but he knew well enough not to show it. Whatever said and done, he was answerable to him as his superior officer. He surveyed the stretch of road with an experienced eye.
“Why do you think the ambush must have happened here. He could have been killed elsewhere and his body dumped in this place, sir,” he tried once more to put the ball back in the ACP’s court.
Dharana was not having any of that. “What do you think is the reason that I think the ambush happened here?” He was not letting the inspector wriggle out of this.
How much should he say … hmm enough to show his competence but not everything that he was thinking decided Vajendra. That would be for later if warranted.
“It would make no sense to kill that man elsewhere and then dump him here. If whoever was involved in this, and I do think there would have been more than one man involved here, wanted to dump the body from where it would not be discovered there are other more suitable places than this.”
ACP Dharana was looking at him speculatively. “Is that the only reason? Go on.”
Inspector Vajendra sighed before he continued. “The way the motorbike was covered hastily meant the assailants, whoever they were, were in a hurry and needed to get away quickly. That doesn’t indicate a scenario where they would be lugging around a dead body with them.”
ACP Dharana smiled. “That’s right, and with that grave dug up it would mean that they, as you say, would have staked out this place and had prepared the grave earlier. Dharana casually looked around. We should check this, thirty meters section of road, don’t you think?” he asked the Inspector.
The inspector found his respect for the ACP grow in spite of himself. This guy is no fool, he thought to himself. That was the only section of the road where people could have waited hidden from sight. The rest of the stretch of road was quite exposed. This would be the logical stretch of road to look for clues. Meanwhile the forensics team just arrived. Inspector Vajendra barked out orders to get them going.
Both of them started checking out the road carefully. “Look at these small pieces of metal Vajendra, it could be from the motorbike and these look like tyre skid marks.”
“Yes sir, and this looks like dried blood, I’ll get the forensics to look at this.” This time the ‘sir’ came out more readily.
ACP Dharana looked up and down the road. “Vajendra, this is a lonely stretch of road here. There are not much of residences around. I would like every house, farm building checked out in both directions. Is it occupied, is it abandoned, the details of people staying there, the ownership of properties etc. Go as far as need be in both directions. Take the photograph of the motorbike. See if anyone had seen that around.”
“Yes sir, I’ll get a team ready for that. We’ll start as soon as possible.”
“And Vajendra, make sure we have competent people on the team.”
“Yes sir.”
There was a small group of curious onlookers at the scene along with some press people including photographers and videographers. Dharana was really irritated. These people were hindering their investigations. He didn’t want them trampling all over the place, god knows what possible evidence they may be inadvertently destroying. The media was a whole different level of irritation. They sought instant answers as each network sought to outdo each other. He knew that probably some people from his department are the likely tipsters for the press. They were usually rewarded for giving these types of information and he knew very well there is nothing he can do about it. On the other hand, there were times the media had its use. So, it cut both ways.
They spent another two hours thoroughly combing through the area. Finally, ACP Dharana ordered that the medical examiner’s report be sent to him as soon as possible. A lot of thoughts were running through his mind. Seeing the tattoos on the body of the corpse he concluded that the victim was probably involved in some sort of criminal activities. But then again tattoos seem to be the in thing with some perfectly normal young people nowadays. This was the very first big case of his career on his first proper posting. He needed to show his mettle in this case.
ACP Dharana had just finished reading the medical examiner’s report. The victim had been garrotted, probably with a steel wire. The way the victim’s motorbike had skidded, the victim had been garrotted and thrown off his bike as he was riding past. That would mean that the wire was pulled taut just about as he was driving past. For the victim to be thrown off like that (the victim was a strapping young man) at least two men on each side would have been holding the wire. Even then the wire would have cut the fingers of the men pulling it from either side because of the force of impact .. unless, unless the end of the wire was wound round a rod or metal pipe. Secondly it indicated they were waiting to ambush him. This would mean they, the killers, were aware of his, the victim’s routine. Also, probably the ambush would have been planned for sometime and then executed. The victim had not died because he had been garrotted, though without quick treatment he could have bled to death from it. Looks like he died because he was brutally beaten. If he had been already dead who would take the trouble to beat up a corpse. The report said that cause of death was blunt trauma caused to the brain. The report also said that there were traces of dried sperm in his underwear and the forehead of his penis. It indicated that the victim probably had sexual intercourse recently probably just before his murder. If that was so then who is the woman he had been with wondered ACP Dharana. He would love to find out more about the victim and that can easily happen if he could find out who his paramour was at that time. She (maybe can even be a he) would most certainly provide valuable information. It would also help establish the identity of the victim and the approximate time the crime took place by knowing the approximate time the victim had departed from his lover. For all you know this affair between the victim and his lover could be an illicit one. In that case the lover would not want to be discovered and would also not be forth coming with information. If it was indeed a secretive lovers’ rendezvous that would eliminate the houses along that way that were occupied by families. His men would have to check on any houses that are generally empty but furnished and is therefore likely be a suitable place for rendezvous between secret lovers. They would need to check to see who owns such houses or properties and do it discretely. There was a knock on his door as he was pondering on the matter.
“Come in,” ACP Dharana called out.
In came Inspector Vajendra. Dharana could see that he was excited and brimming with some news. So excited that he forgot to salute him, but he let it pass.
“Sir, we have established who the victim is,” he said excitedly.
A victim is just a victim, why this sudden cause for excitement wondered Dharana. What was so special about the victim he mused. Without saying anything Dharana just raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
“We’ve matched the tattoos on his body, the fingerprints .. no doubt about it. The murder victim was Vinod.” Vajendra said that as if it would mean something to him.
Seeing the blank expression on his superior officer’s face, Vajendra continued,” Vinod, the chief henchman of Balveer.
Now it struck Dharana. He had been briefed on the three crime lords who controlled the crime in the city. Vinod, the righthand man for Balveer, the seemingly most powerful of the crime gangs. Vinod, infamous for his brutality and shrewdness. Had been detained many times by the department but they had never been able to pin anything on him. If not for the damn human rights commission and political clout they themselves would have killed him in an encounter. If he had been ambushed and killed in this manner the suspicion would straightaway fall on the rival crime factions. Good god could this lead to retaliation and a gang war? He couldn’t care less if the bastards shot and killed each other. It would be good riddance as far as the decent members of society are concerned but the worry was for innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire of any gang warfare. And if a spate of violence were to break out now, especially with elections coming soon, there would be a big hue and cry from the opposition politicians about the break down in law and order. This in turn would cause the ruling party to put immense pressure on the security officer force for a quick resolution. The bloody irony would be that the very politicians putting pressure on them would also be one putting pressure on protecting criminals who they had been using for their own ends. Either way it’s not going to be pleasant times. This is not a simple murder case. There are going to be grave repercussions and he had to brace for it. This case must be highlighted to his boss, DCP Paul Ebenezer. He had to prepare a complete and thorough report before meeting him. The DCP would expect that from him. Some four hours after preparing a detailed report he sent it to his boss and waited for his call. DCP Paul liked to go through fully the reports of any case brought to his attention before he has a meeting with the concerned officers. He wanted to know every aspect of the case so as to see how appropriate are the actions being taken by those under his command. Some forty-five minutes later, Dharana and Vajendra were summoned to his office.
As they walked into his room and saluted him, they could see the concern in his face. DCP Paul was a firm looking man just past his mid-thirties. He had a reputation for being strict but very fair in his dealings with his men. He also had a reputation as a clean security officer officer who could not be corrupted nor would he succumb to pressure to look the other way in cases involving influential people. One of the reasons he could not be bought was because he came from a wealthy family. He did not have need of money. He chose this profession out of love for it and desire to serve people and be on the side of the powerless. Hence, he was hugely respected by his men. He was also a devoted husband and father. He doted on his wife, Philomina and his two daughters. He waved at Dharana and Vajendra to sit.
“I’ve read the report, now tell me is there anything else that has come up in the meanwhile or anything else I need to know?”
Dharana gave him a verbal report on his suspicions and conclusions as well as the actions that are currently being taken.
“Has there been any queries by the press? Has the identity of the victim become public yet?”
“The press was there at the scene of the crime itself. You know sir how people from within the department give these types of tip (that a crime had been committed) for monetary rewards from them. We can’t change that but the identity (of the victim) is not public knowledge yet.”
“What about our informant in Balveer gang? Has he informed on the situation going on there? Are they aware of the death of Vinod?”
They had managed to coerce and get one of the members of Balveer’s gang to be their informant. With, the information and the evidence they had on that man they could have been sent him to prison for at least eight to ten years, but he was more valuable to them as an informant than him being put in prison. The drawback was that he was a fairly low-level member and his information so far has been primarily about their movements. But still it was valuable to have someone on the inside.
“Apparently they seem be to be unaware. It seems they have been making frantic efforts to contact him.”
DCP Paul sighed. So, they were not aware of the situation yet he thought. “Should we release the information on this?” Dharana asked the very question that the DCP was pondering and was troubling him.
This cannot be kept under wraps for long anyway. If it was not revealed early there would be more questions raised on why was this so when the information comes out as eventually it will have to.
“Yes, go ahead and release it, there is no point holding that back. Remember, I want all the three gangs in the city under heavy surveillance. I want any outbreak of violence to be dealt with severely.”
Both Dharana and Vajendra knew which three gangs the DCP meant. They were the only ones who were well organised with influences in political circles and to their shame even in the security officer circles. Their strength to engage in strong arming tactics where the politicians did not want their involvement known to the public was useful for them (politicians) and their ill-gotten gains were used to buy influence in the security officer force wherever possible. Their meeting continued on for about three hours. Finally, the DCP went off to appraise the city commissioner of the situation.
(In a posh apartment somewhere in the city). Sandhya looked at the face of her current boyfriend Rajesh and smiled. She loved seeing that expression on his face. She pulled the foreskin of his cock and rubbed the red bud with her thumb.
“Ahh that feels good baby, suck it …. Please,” he begged her.
She took a deep pull on the joint she had in the other hand and gave it to Rajesh. He too took a deep pull on it and let the smoke out with a satisfying sigh. He was on a high from both the sex and the drug.
“You want me to pull some more on the joint,” she asked him. As she spoke to him her fingers were busy fondling his erection. His veins were bulging as her fingers expertly pleasured him.
“Sure baby,” he said as he offered the joint back to her.
“Not that joint but this one in my hand,” she laughed throatily as she pulled on his cock.
He looked at his girlfriend’s fingers rhythmically pulling his skin up and down. She was really quite good at giving a handjob. That’s an experience she must have gained over time and not just though handling his cock alone he thought with a tinge of jealousy.
“Oh yes, but I want it in your mouth more,” he groaned throatily.
“Well, if you want me to do that then you’ve got to eat me first,” said Sandya as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
Rajesh looked at the small mound of her clean-shaven pussy. The lips were wet and glistening. They were slightly agape and he could see the pink flesh inside. He really did not want to do this but he knew if he was to get a blowjob he had to lick her first.
“Come on you rascal, let me see how you perform. If you’re good then I’ll drain the life out of you with my mouth,” she promised him.
Everything she did was conditional to him giving the same level of pleasure to her. He needed to be able to please her or he could soon become an ex-boyfriend. She was the one in control of the relationship not him. She curled her fingers summoning him to get his head between her thighs. Sandhya was the twenty-two years old daughter of one of the biggest businessmen in the state. She was spoilt, headstrong and had all the arrogance an heir to immense wealth would have. She was just eighteen when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend. The current one was her fourth. Though she was aware that the business and the major portion of her father’s wealth would go to her elder brother as the sole male heir, her portion from her father and her portion of inheritance from her grandfather was in itself very substantial. She knew that none of her past boyfriends or the current one was going to end up as her husband. Her father had other plans for that. She would be married off to someone from another family of equal status to her own and where the alliance would be mutually beneficial, business wise to both families.
She was headstrong but not foolish. She had come to accept this would be her lot in life. For someone who was supposedly rebellious she accepted this because she was aware that only that type of alliance would enable her to continue her extravagant lifestyle. She had become too used to this to give that up even to a little extent. She did not have any romantic notions of love. That was driven out of her when she saw the life her parents had. Her father’s wholehearted involvement in his business and his frequent travel. Her mother with her own circle of friends, her parties and social clubs. They seemed to stay out of each-others way as much as possible. A true marriage of convenience and something that seems to be destined for her too. How did they ever get together enough to produce her and her brother she would often wonder? That was probably in the initial stages of marriage when they still felt attraction for each other. Her mother was still quite a number, even now when she was between mid to late forties. How much more gorgeous she would have been when she was young. She was in a way a little jealous of her mother’s good looks. That good looks seemed to have been passed on to her elder brother who was handsome and charming. Though she too looked pretty, she took more after her father. She also suspected that both her parents were getting it on the side. Was this by mutual understanding or being done surreptitiously by one or both of them she did not know or for that matter, care. She was determined to live her life the way she wanted and to have her own fun. She was considered the wild one in the family, beyond control. Her brother was the studious, responsible person between the two of them. Her brother always had the sense that he was the one who had to carry the burden of the family business empire. For her part she was there to enjoy and indulge herself in everything the immense wealth gave her without any of the responsibility.
She held her boyfriend’s head and pressed it on her pelvis. “Lick, me Rajesh, eat me … yesss … just like that,” she encouraged her latest boyfriend whose lips was burrowing into her wet snatch. She wanted his probing tongue to tease the wet walls of her cunt.
Her boyfriends so far, all four of them, were from wealthy families too but none of them were anywhere near as wealthy as hers. As long as they were good bed partners that was enough for her, though she did not limit herself to them only. She sometimes had a one off with someone who took her fancy just for the variety. She held his head with both her hands as she rubbed her cunt on his face. She knew Rakesh didn’t like her doing that but she wasn’t bothered about it. Her juice was being rubbed onto his face. He tried to pull his head up but she locked his head in place by her thighs and held his lips right on her pussy lips. As far as she was concerned it was a privilege for him to serve her needs.
“Now suck there my little slave .. eat my cunt.” Her arrogance and dominance were in full display in her words.
Rakesh knew she won’t let go until he brings her off. So, he started sucking on her pussy lips earnestly, inserting his tongue in now and then. The slurping sound was quite loud now as he sucked on her pussy.
“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh…,” she moaned rhythmically. Her buttock muscles tightened and relaxed alternatively as she rode the small waves of joy building in her lithe body.
She relaxed the grip of her thighs on his head. “Put your fingers in baby .. finger fuck me.” She knew exactly what she wanted and was not shy to demand it.
He obeyed her command. He sucked and finger fucked her cunt at the same time. She was leaking quite a bit. It was not an unpleasant taste for him truth be told. The odour her pussy emanated being in sexual heat was in fact was intoxicating to him but still he felt demeaned that she treated him as her sexual slave. She moved her body around with his face still buried in her pussy so that they were both now lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position but not with one above the other. With only their torsos lying on the bed but their upper body twisted with their heads in each-others private area. Rakesh’s fully erect manhood was now right before her eyes. It was of an adequate size to fully give her all the satisfaction she needed. Only thing was, he would not last very long when he gets overly excited. She needed him to get her to the edge first only then when he inserted his cock in and fucked her, she would be able to reach her orgasm first before he came. She lovingly stroked his cock slowly so as to keep the pleasure he was feeling on at an even keel and not race fast towards a climax. Rakesh stopped what he was doing as he enjoyed the pleasure from her dainty fingers.
“Don’t stop you idiot, suck .. you want me to do this don’t you,” Sandhya said as she took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it a couple of times. The command in her voice was evident to him.
Her wet lips rubbed and pulled his foreskin down as her tongue took a swipe on his sensitive bud. His stomach crunched slightly as his body tightened with pleasure slowly running through his body. She was a born cocksucker Rajesh thought to himself. I need to really get her to become crazy about me. Becoming the son-in-law of Jayakar (Sandya’s father) would be greatly advantageous for the advancement of his own family’s business interest. He had no illusions about her. He knew he was not her first man (as she was not his first woman) but he was determined that he would be the only man for her henceforth. He sucked on her swollen clitoris as his fingers gently but rapidly teased the sensitive wet walls of her cunt. The slight movements of her hips in fucking his fingers back showed him that he was doing the right thing. Sandya’s head movement increased in speed as she took more than half of his hot flesh in her mouth each time she sucked. His foreskin had come completely down over the bud and was stuck there. Now he felt more pleasure as her mouth and tongue teased that exposed reddish bud. He felt her squeeze his balls gently in the palm of her hand. Sandya’s thumb and forefinger squeezed below the head of his penis as she sucked so that he would not get too aroused as she slurped on his cock. They enjoyed these pleasures of the side show for a few minutes before the start of the main event. Sandya pushed Rakesh onto his back and got over his hips with her knee on one side of the body and her other leg across his body on the other side. She held his cock in her hand and moved her pussy right over to its head. She rubbed it over her private lips pleasuring herself.
“How does it feel Rakesh dear, you want to get in me, huh,” she smiled mischievously.
His rod ached to get into the warm embrace of her pleasure pit. The soothing clutch of her flesh was so near yet he knew that she would only insert it in when she is ready for it. Nevertheless, he begged her,” get on me baby I want to fuck you.”
“You have been a good boy and ate my cream well, but you have to wait some more.”
She continued to rub the smooth soft bud on her crevice. As she did so there was a slight sloshing wet sound as their pre-coitus fluids mingled. She got off him and looked around. Rakesh looked at her disappointed she did not take his cock in.
“What is it baby?” he asked.
“Where’s the condom?” she asked.
He reached below the pillow and took out a packet and tore the wrapping.
“Why did you put it there?” she asked him.
He was half hoping that she would become careless and allow him to knock her up. Then she may be forced to marry him because she was carrying his child but no matter what state her arousal was she was always careful. He didn’t say anything but just handed the condom to her.
“You put it on, quickly, I want your cock inside me,” she said as she teased her clitoris with her own fingers continuing to keep her arousal from diminishing.
The head of his cock was wet, with both of their fluids. He quickly put the condom over his raging erection and rolled it down its length.. She got on top of him once more and she looked into his eyes, smiled as she lowered her body. His manhood was slowly swallowed by her moist quim till, when she sat on him, it was completely buried in her. They laced their fingers together as she slowly moved her hip up and down. His hard condom covered flesh disappeared and then reappeared as it emerged from her clasping sweet flesh. Soon the condom covering his rod was wholly coated by her sticky fluid. Using the condom was in a way advantageous for both of them. It would help him to hold on for a little bit longer and it would help her too, as it would enable her to reach her own peak before he did. She moved up till only the head was lodged in her before sitting back down slowly. He knew that this movement which has started so slowly would gather speed after a while. Sandhya was experienced enough to know he would last longer with her doing it with she being on top. Once she has had her orgasm she would let him get on top and hump her.
Sandhya had her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the pleasure his stiff pole gave her. Rakesh felt his own lust increase as her face started to contort in agony like pleasure. Her pert tits quivered each time her pelvis thrusted down on his body. Her half inch nipples were fully swollen and jutting out from the brown areola. After around five minutes of this slow humping her movements began to speed up. Sandhya started moving up and down much more rapidly. There was a thudding sound every time their bodies slammed against each other. He pushed his hip up to meet her every thrust. He grabbed and squeezed her swaying breasts and tweaked her nipples as they fucked.
“anng… anng… anng… hold on Rakesh, I’m getting near… hhmm… hhmm…”
“Come on baby, come for me.. humpp…” Rakesh gasped.
“Oh, yes… fuck… ahh.. “
Rakesh pumped his hips up to meet her downward thrust. “Faster.. ohh.. fuck faster,” she exhorted him.
Her movement became faster and haphazard. Her moans more constant now. Rakesh was happy that she was going to reach her climax anytime now because he was having difficulty holding off himself. He had his eyes closed tight trying to think of something .. anything … that would help him from gushing out. Finally, he heard what he had been praying for.
“Ohhh… Rakesh.. Yesss…. AArrgh….”
Rakesh opened his eyes now. Sandhya’s lips were quivering, she was gasping, her iris was half hidden under her half-closed eyelids. The look on her contorted face as she was in the throes of an orgasm was enough to push him over the edge too. He spurted out streams of thick gooey into the condom as streaks of pleasure ran through his body. Sandhya seemed to be enjoying her orgasm even more. She shuddered for a longer time than the twitching of his cock. Finally, her body lay down on top of his, her chest pressed down on his chest his rapidly shrinking cock still in her pussy. She looked at his face and smiled. He was happy to see the satisfied look in her face. Yes, he had succeeded once more in pleasing her. Her long languid kiss reaffirmed that. Half an hour later she was all dressed up to leave his apartment. Her make-up was immaculate once more showing no signs of the girl who had been trashing around in the bed with him not so long ago.
“Bye baby, see you soon,” she said to Rakesh who still lay on his bed with a bedsheet covering his nakedness.
“When will I see you again sweetheart,” Rakesh asked her.
“Soon,” was all she would say.
“Love you,” he said out loud at her departing figure.
She just turned and gave him a sweet smile before she whisked off.
Rakesh waited till he heard his apartment front door close and click shut before he reached for his mobile phone and made a call.
“She just left,” he said to the person on the other end of the line,” I think she is slowly really falling for me,” he continued.
“Good, don’t fail in this. Alliance with her family would take our business to places we can never dream off,” said Rakesh’s father.
Rakesh had been a disappointment to his father. Be it in studies, display of intelligence or even business acumen, he was a failure but if he could get Sandhya to accept him as her husband then there was at least something he was useful at. Let him not fail in this too he thought of his son. He was wistfully dreaming of all the business opportunities that would arise if his business was aligned with that of Javakars.
Sandhya got into her car and was driving home in a good mood. Sex had been good today. To be fair that was the case most of the time with Rakesh. Rakesh was a useful boyfriend to have around. Good fun, but she could not think of him as her future husband. Though he was from a wealthy family they were not in her own family’s stratospheric level in that aspect. Her father would fix an appropriate alliance for her but in the meanwhile she was determined to have as much fun as possible and Rakesh was currently fulfilling that role. If someone better came along she would have no hesitation in breaking off her relationship with Rakesh. Anyway for the inheritance she was going to bring to her groom’s family, her future husband was not going to be worried about her chastity before the marriage of that she was sure.
Assistant Commissioner of security officer Dharana surveyed the area around him. His men were combing the area where the body was found. They were moving around in progressively bigger circles looking for anything that could have been accidently dropped, any foot marks etc. security officer work contained a lot of painstaking tedious work. Nothing glamorous about it. He had his nose covered because of the stench from the dead body. From the condition he estimated it was about two to three days old. A couple of men passing through this area had seen two stray dogs digging furiously at the ground. Out of curiosity when they approached the dogs the first thing that hit their nose was the stench. The stray semi wild dogs snarled at them, protecting their find and possibly their potential meal. They would have left the dogs be but then suddenly they spied a hand that was dug out from the covered sand. Shocked at their find one of the men chased the dogs away with the long staff in his hand. The dogs stood their ground refusing to move away till the man had to give the dog a hard hit before it ran away with a whelp. The dogs did not go far away but they stayed just out of reach, snarling and showing their teeth every now and then. The other man had wanted to getaway from the place. He didn’t want to have any trouble with the security officer. The normal fear and reluctance especially from the poor in getting involved with the security officer and courts. But the man with the staff was made of sterner material. He stood guard over the corpse till the security officer were called and arrived. ACP Dharana was thankful for the civic sense of that man. This was a place that had very little human traffic. Even from his superficial observation this seemed to be a clear case of murder. The face had been smashed beyond recognition but he could see the clear cut on the neck. He was waiting for the doctor to come and do his investigations. He would have more relevant details then. He was disturbed from his thoughts by someone hailing him from around sixty meters away.
“Sir, over here,” called out Inspector Vajendra.
He quickly walked over to where two of his men were standing. Hidden among the bushes was a motorbike. It was an expensive and high-powered bike. It most probably belonged to the man who was now a corpse lying not so far away. No great effort had been made to hide the vehicle. Either the man/men who murdered the victim did not have time to properly conceal the motorbike or they weren’t particularly bothered to do so. Dharana squatted to have a closer look.
“There is a possibility of getting some fingerprints sir, we’ll have to wait for the forensics team. They should be here anytime now,” said Inspector Vajendra.
“There seems to be no number plates, who ever murdered the man must have taken them, probably didn’t want the man to be traced through the motorbike registration.
Inspector Vajendra was someone who had got to this position after years of service. It was his personal opinion that his experience was worth more than any training that can be provided to these young IPS officers who immediately become their superiors solely because of their education. There was always a hint of condescension when he spoke to Dharana. Dharana was aware of this undercurrent of derision from his subordinate. He chose to ignore it. He was new, on his first full posting. He had to earn their respect for it to be meaningful. Nevertheless, he had to reiterate his position of authority. Tolerance can only be for so much.
“Why aren’t they here yet. They should have been here at the same time we had arrived,” he let his irritation show. “Follow me,” he ordered Inspector Vajendra as he strode purposefully towards the road.
“What do you expect to find there … sir,” there was a gap before he said the word sir as if it was just an after thought to address him with that honorific.
Dharana was aware the inspector was testing him and he smiled to himself. “Why do you think I’m going there,” he put the question back to Vajendra.
Now the inspector was in a fix. He wanted to test the ACP as to how much he knew what to look for but now if he did not answer this properly then his own qualification as an investigator would be called to question. This young man is not as raw as I thought he was, he said to himself. At the age of 27 the ACP was 10 years younger to him.
“Since the victim apparently came on that motorbike it was likely he was ambushed while he was going on the road.”
“That’s right and where on this stretch of road do you think that could have happened? ACP Dharana asked with a smile.
This young pup was needling him Vajendra thought with a bit of anger, but he knew well enough not to show it. Whatever said and done, he was answerable to him as his superior officer. He surveyed the stretch of road with an experienced eye.
“Why do you think the ambush must have happened here. He could have been killed elsewhere and his body dumped in this place, sir,” he tried once more to put the ball back in the ACP’s court.
Dharana was not having any of that. “What do you think is the reason that I think the ambush happened here?” He was not letting the inspector wriggle out of this.
How much should he say … hmm enough to show his competence but not everything that he was thinking decided Vajendra. That would be for later if warranted.
“It would make no sense to kill that man elsewhere and then dump him here. If whoever was involved in this, and I do think there would have been more than one man involved here, wanted to dump the body from where it would not be discovered there are other more suitable places than this.”
ACP Dharana was looking at him speculatively. “Is that the only reason? Go on.”
Inspector Vajendra sighed before he continued. “The way the motorbike was covered hastily meant the assailants, whoever they were, were in a hurry and needed to get away quickly. That doesn’t indicate a scenario where they would be lugging around a dead body with them.”
ACP Dharana smiled. “That’s right, and with that grave dug up it would mean that they, as you say, would have staked out this place and had prepared the grave earlier. Dharana casually looked around. We should check this, thirty meters section of road, don’t you think?” he asked the Inspector.
The inspector found his respect for the ACP grow in spite of himself. This guy is no fool, he thought to himself. That was the only section of the road where people could have waited hidden from sight. The rest of the stretch of road was quite exposed. This would be the logical stretch of road to look for clues. Meanwhile the forensics team just arrived. Inspector Vajendra barked out orders to get them going.
Both of them started checking out the road carefully. “Look at these small pieces of metal Vajendra, it could be from the motorbike and these look like tyre skid marks.”
“Yes sir, and this looks like dried blood, I’ll get the forensics to look at this.” This time the ‘sir’ came out more readily.
ACP Dharana looked up and down the road. “Vajendra, this is a lonely stretch of road here. There are not much of residences around. I would like every house, farm building checked out in both directions. Is it occupied, is it abandoned, the details of people staying there, the ownership of properties etc. Go as far as need be in both directions. Take the photograph of the motorbike. See if anyone had seen that around.”
“Yes sir, I’ll get a team ready for that. We’ll start as soon as possible.”
“And Vajendra, make sure we have competent people on the team.”
“Yes sir.”
There was a small group of curious onlookers at the scene along with some press people including photographers and videographers. Dharana was really irritated. These people were hindering their investigations. He didn’t want them trampling all over the place, god knows what possible evidence they may be inadvertently destroying. The media was a whole different level of irritation. They sought instant answers as each network sought to outdo each other. He knew that probably some people from his department are the likely tipsters for the press. They were usually rewarded for giving these types of information and he knew very well there is nothing he can do about it. On the other hand, there were times the media had its use. So, it cut both ways.
They spent another two hours thoroughly combing through the area. Finally, ACP Dharana ordered that the medical examiner’s report be sent to him as soon as possible. A lot of thoughts were running through his mind. Seeing the tattoos on the body of the corpse he concluded that the victim was probably involved in some sort of criminal activities. But then again tattoos seem to be the in thing with some perfectly normal young people nowadays. This was the very first big case of his career on his first proper posting. He needed to show his mettle in this case.
ACP Dharana had just finished reading the medical examiner’s report. The victim had been garrotted, probably with a steel wire. The way the victim’s motorbike had skidded, the victim had been garrotted and thrown off his bike as he was riding past. That would mean that the wire was pulled taut just about as he was driving past. For the victim to be thrown off like that (the victim was a strapping young man) at least two men on each side would have been holding the wire. Even then the wire would have cut the fingers of the men pulling it from either side because of the force of impact .. unless, unless the end of the wire was wound round a rod or metal pipe. Secondly it indicated they were waiting to ambush him. This would mean they, the killers, were aware of his, the victim’s routine. Also, probably the ambush would have been planned for sometime and then executed. The victim had not died because he had been garrotted, though without quick treatment he could have bled to death from it. Looks like he died because he was brutally beaten. If he had been already dead who would take the trouble to beat up a corpse. The report said that cause of death was blunt trauma caused to the brain. The report also said that there were traces of dried sperm in his underwear and the forehead of his penis. It indicated that the victim probably had sexual intercourse recently probably just before his murder. If that was so then who is the woman he had been with wondered ACP Dharana. He would love to find out more about the victim and that can easily happen if he could find out who his paramour was at that time. She (maybe can even be a he) would most certainly provide valuable information. It would also help establish the identity of the victim and the approximate time the crime took place by knowing the approximate time the victim had departed from his lover. For all you know this affair between the victim and his lover could be an illicit one. In that case the lover would not want to be discovered and would also not be forth coming with information. If it was indeed a secretive lovers’ rendezvous that would eliminate the houses along that way that were occupied by families. His men would have to check on any houses that are generally empty but furnished and is therefore likely be a suitable place for rendezvous between secret lovers. They would need to check to see who owns such houses or properties and do it discretely. There was a knock on his door as he was pondering on the matter.
“Come in,” ACP Dharana called out.
In came Inspector Vajendra. Dharana could see that he was excited and brimming with some news. So excited that he forgot to salute him, but he let it pass.
“Sir, we have established who the victim is,” he said excitedly.
A victim is just a victim, why this sudden cause for excitement wondered Dharana. What was so special about the victim he mused. Without saying anything Dharana just raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
“We’ve matched the tattoos on his body, the fingerprints .. no doubt about it. The murder victim was Vinod.” Vajendra said that as if it would mean something to him.
Seeing the blank expression on his superior officer’s face, Vajendra continued,” Vinod, the chief henchman of Balveer.
Now it struck Dharana. He had been briefed on the three crime lords who controlled the crime in the city. Vinod, the righthand man for Balveer, the seemingly most powerful of the crime gangs. Vinod, infamous for his brutality and shrewdness. Had been detained many times by the department but they had never been able to pin anything on him. If not for the damn human rights commission and political clout they themselves would have killed him in an encounter. If he had been ambushed and killed in this manner the suspicion would straightaway fall on the rival crime factions. Good god could this lead to retaliation and a gang war? He couldn’t care less if the bastards shot and killed each other. It would be good riddance as far as the decent members of society are concerned but the worry was for innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire of any gang warfare. And if a spate of violence were to break out now, especially with elections coming soon, there would be a big hue and cry from the opposition politicians about the break down in law and order. This in turn would cause the ruling party to put immense pressure on the security officer force for a quick resolution. The bloody irony would be that the very politicians putting pressure on them would also be one putting pressure on protecting criminals who they had been using for their own ends. Either way it’s not going to be pleasant times. This is not a simple murder case. There are going to be grave repercussions and he had to brace for it. This case must be highlighted to his boss, DCP Paul Ebenezer. He had to prepare a complete and thorough report before meeting him. The DCP would expect that from him. Some four hours after preparing a detailed report he sent it to his boss and waited for his call. DCP Paul liked to go through fully the reports of any case brought to his attention before he has a meeting with the concerned officers. He wanted to know every aspect of the case so as to see how appropriate are the actions being taken by those under his command. Some forty-five minutes later, Dharana and Vajendra were summoned to his office.
As they walked into his room and saluted him, they could see the concern in his face. DCP Paul was a firm looking man just past his mid-thirties. He had a reputation for being strict but very fair in his dealings with his men. He also had a reputation as a clean security officer officer who could not be corrupted nor would he succumb to pressure to look the other way in cases involving influential people. One of the reasons he could not be bought was because he came from a wealthy family. He did not have need of money. He chose this profession out of love for it and desire to serve people and be on the side of the powerless. Hence, he was hugely respected by his men. He was also a devoted husband and father. He doted on his wife, Philomina and his two daughters. He waved at Dharana and Vajendra to sit.
“I’ve read the report, now tell me is there anything else that has come up in the meanwhile or anything else I need to know?”
Dharana gave him a verbal report on his suspicions and conclusions as well as the actions that are currently being taken.
“Has there been any queries by the press? Has the identity of the victim become public yet?”
“The press was there at the scene of the crime itself. You know sir how people from within the department give these types of tip (that a crime had been committed) for monetary rewards from them. We can’t change that but the identity (of the victim) is not public knowledge yet.”
“What about our informant in Balveer gang? Has he informed on the situation going on there? Are they aware of the death of Vinod?”
They had managed to coerce and get one of the members of Balveer’s gang to be their informant. With, the information and the evidence they had on that man they could have been sent him to prison for at least eight to ten years, but he was more valuable to them as an informant than him being put in prison. The drawback was that he was a fairly low-level member and his information so far has been primarily about their movements. But still it was valuable to have someone on the inside.
“Apparently they seem be to be unaware. It seems they have been making frantic efforts to contact him.”
DCP Paul sighed. So, they were not aware of the situation yet he thought. “Should we release the information on this?” Dharana asked the very question that the DCP was pondering and was troubling him.
This cannot be kept under wraps for long anyway. If it was not revealed early there would be more questions raised on why was this so when the information comes out as eventually it will have to.
“Yes, go ahead and release it, there is no point holding that back. Remember, I want all the three gangs in the city under heavy surveillance. I want any outbreak of violence to be dealt with severely.”
Both Dharana and Vajendra knew which three gangs the DCP meant. They were the only ones who were well organised with influences in political circles and to their shame even in the security officer circles. Their strength to engage in strong arming tactics where the politicians did not want their involvement known to the public was useful for them (politicians) and their ill-gotten gains were used to buy influence in the security officer force wherever possible. Their meeting continued on for about three hours. Finally, the DCP went off to appraise the city commissioner of the situation.
(In a posh apartment somewhere in the city). Sandhya looked at the face of her current boyfriend Rajesh and smiled. She loved seeing that expression on his face. She pulled the foreskin of his cock and rubbed the red bud with her thumb.
“Ahh that feels good baby, suck it …. Please,” he begged her.
She took a deep pull on the joint she had in the other hand and gave it to Rajesh. He too took a deep pull on it and let the smoke out with a satisfying sigh. He was on a high from both the sex and the drug.
“You want me to pull some more on the joint,” she asked him. As she spoke to him her fingers were busy fondling his erection. His veins were bulging as her fingers expertly pleasured him.
“Sure baby,” he said as he offered the joint back to her.
“Not that joint but this one in my hand,” she laughed throatily as she pulled on his cock.
He looked at his girlfriend’s fingers rhythmically pulling his skin up and down. She was really quite good at giving a handjob. That’s an experience she must have gained over time and not just though handling his cock alone he thought with a tinge of jealousy.
“Oh yes, but I want it in your mouth more,” he groaned throatily.
“Well, if you want me to do that then you’ve got to eat me first,” said Sandya as she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
Rajesh looked at the small mound of her clean-shaven pussy. The lips were wet and glistening. They were slightly agape and he could see the pink flesh inside. He really did not want to do this but he knew if he was to get a blowjob he had to lick her first.
“Come on you rascal, let me see how you perform. If you’re good then I’ll drain the life out of you with my mouth,” she promised him.
Everything she did was conditional to him giving the same level of pleasure to her. He needed to be able to please her or he could soon become an ex-boyfriend. She was the one in control of the relationship not him. She curled her fingers summoning him to get his head between her thighs. Sandhya was the twenty-two years old daughter of one of the biggest businessmen in the state. She was spoilt, headstrong and had all the arrogance an heir to immense wealth would have. She was just eighteen when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend. The current one was her fourth. Though she was aware that the business and the major portion of her father’s wealth would go to her elder brother as the sole male heir, her portion from her father and her portion of inheritance from her grandfather was in itself very substantial. She knew that none of her past boyfriends or the current one was going to end up as her husband. Her father had other plans for that. She would be married off to someone from another family of equal status to her own and where the alliance would be mutually beneficial, business wise to both families.
She was headstrong but not foolish. She had come to accept this would be her lot in life. For someone who was supposedly rebellious she accepted this because she was aware that only that type of alliance would enable her to continue her extravagant lifestyle. She had become too used to this to give that up even to a little extent. She did not have any romantic notions of love. That was driven out of her when she saw the life her parents had. Her father’s wholehearted involvement in his business and his frequent travel. Her mother with her own circle of friends, her parties and social clubs. They seemed to stay out of each-others way as much as possible. A true marriage of convenience and something that seems to be destined for her too. How did they ever get together enough to produce her and her brother she would often wonder? That was probably in the initial stages of marriage when they still felt attraction for each other. Her mother was still quite a number, even now when she was between mid to late forties. How much more gorgeous she would have been when she was young. She was in a way a little jealous of her mother’s good looks. That good looks seemed to have been passed on to her elder brother who was handsome and charming. Though she too looked pretty, she took more after her father. She also suspected that both her parents were getting it on the side. Was this by mutual understanding or being done surreptitiously by one or both of them she did not know or for that matter, care. She was determined to live her life the way she wanted and to have her own fun. She was considered the wild one in the family, beyond control. Her brother was the studious, responsible person between the two of them. Her brother always had the sense that he was the one who had to carry the burden of the family business empire. For her part she was there to enjoy and indulge herself in everything the immense wealth gave her without any of the responsibility.
She held her boyfriend’s head and pressed it on her pelvis. “Lick, me Rajesh, eat me … yesss … just like that,” she encouraged her latest boyfriend whose lips was burrowing into her wet snatch. She wanted his probing tongue to tease the wet walls of her cunt.
Her boyfriends so far, all four of them, were from wealthy families too but none of them were anywhere near as wealthy as hers. As long as they were good bed partners that was enough for her, though she did not limit herself to them only. She sometimes had a one off with someone who took her fancy just for the variety. She held his head with both her hands as she rubbed her cunt on his face. She knew Rakesh didn’t like her doing that but she wasn’t bothered about it. Her juice was being rubbed onto his face. He tried to pull his head up but she locked his head in place by her thighs and held his lips right on her pussy lips. As far as she was concerned it was a privilege for him to serve her needs.
“Now suck there my little slave .. eat my cunt.” Her arrogance and dominance were in full display in her words.
Rakesh knew she won’t let go until he brings her off. So, he started sucking on her pussy lips earnestly, inserting his tongue in now and then. The slurping sound was quite loud now as he sucked on her pussy.
“Ohh… Ohh… Ohh…,” she moaned rhythmically. Her buttock muscles tightened and relaxed alternatively as she rode the small waves of joy building in her lithe body.
She relaxed the grip of her thighs on his head. “Put your fingers in baby .. finger fuck me.” She knew exactly what she wanted and was not shy to demand it.
He obeyed her command. He sucked and finger fucked her cunt at the same time. She was leaking quite a bit. It was not an unpleasant taste for him truth be told. The odour her pussy emanated being in sexual heat was in fact was intoxicating to him but still he felt demeaned that she treated him as her sexual slave. She moved her body around with his face still buried in her pussy so that they were both now lying on their sides in a sixty-nine position but not with one above the other. With only their torsos lying on the bed but their upper body twisted with their heads in each-others private area. Rakesh’s fully erect manhood was now right before her eyes. It was of an adequate size to fully give her all the satisfaction she needed. Only thing was, he would not last very long when he gets overly excited. She needed him to get her to the edge first only then when he inserted his cock in and fucked her, she would be able to reach her orgasm first before he came. She lovingly stroked his cock slowly so as to keep the pleasure he was feeling on at an even keel and not race fast towards a climax. Rakesh stopped what he was doing as he enjoyed the pleasure from her dainty fingers.
“Don’t stop you idiot, suck .. you want me to do this don’t you,” Sandhya said as she took his cock head in her mouth and sucked on it a couple of times. The command in her voice was evident to him.
Her wet lips rubbed and pulled his foreskin down as her tongue took a swipe on his sensitive bud. His stomach crunched slightly as his body tightened with pleasure slowly running through his body. She was a born cocksucker Rajesh thought to himself. I need to really get her to become crazy about me. Becoming the son-in-law of Jayakar (Sandya’s father) would be greatly advantageous for the advancement of his own family’s business interest. He had no illusions about her. He knew he was not her first man (as she was not his first woman) but he was determined that he would be the only man for her henceforth. He sucked on her swollen clitoris as his fingers gently but rapidly teased the sensitive wet walls of her cunt. The slight movements of her hips in fucking his fingers back showed him that he was doing the right thing. Sandya’s head movement increased in speed as she took more than half of his hot flesh in her mouth each time she sucked. His foreskin had come completely down over the bud and was stuck there. Now he felt more pleasure as her mouth and tongue teased that exposed reddish bud. He felt her squeeze his balls gently in the palm of her hand. Sandya’s thumb and forefinger squeezed below the head of his penis as she sucked so that he would not get too aroused as she slurped on his cock. They enjoyed these pleasures of the side show for a few minutes before the start of the main event. Sandya pushed Rakesh onto his back and got over his hips with her knee on one side of the body and her other leg across his body on the other side. She held his cock in her hand and moved her pussy right over to its head. She rubbed it over her private lips pleasuring herself.
“How does it feel Rakesh dear, you want to get in me, huh,” she smiled mischievously.
His rod ached to get into the warm embrace of her pleasure pit. The soothing clutch of her flesh was so near yet he knew that she would only insert it in when she is ready for it. Nevertheless, he begged her,” get on me baby I want to fuck you.”
“You have been a good boy and ate my cream well, but you have to wait some more.”
She continued to rub the smooth soft bud on her crevice. As she did so there was a slight sloshing wet sound as their pre-coitus fluids mingled. She got off him and looked around. Rakesh looked at her disappointed she did not take his cock in.
“What is it baby?” he asked.
“Where’s the condom?” she asked.
He reached below the pillow and took out a packet and tore the wrapping.
“Why did you put it there?” she asked him.
He was half hoping that she would become careless and allow him to knock her up. Then she may be forced to marry him because she was carrying his child but no matter what state her arousal was she was always careful. He didn’t say anything but just handed the condom to her.
“You put it on, quickly, I want your cock inside me,” she said as she teased her clitoris with her own fingers continuing to keep her arousal from diminishing.
The head of his cock was wet, with both of their fluids. He quickly put the condom over his raging erection and rolled it down its length.. She got on top of him once more and she looked into his eyes, smiled as she lowered her body. His manhood was slowly swallowed by her moist quim till, when she sat on him, it was completely buried in her. They laced their fingers together as she slowly moved her hip up and down. His hard condom covered flesh disappeared and then reappeared as it emerged from her clasping sweet flesh. Soon the condom covering his rod was wholly coated by her sticky fluid. Using the condom was in a way advantageous for both of them. It would help him to hold on for a little bit longer and it would help her too, as it would enable her to reach her own peak before he did. She moved up till only the head was lodged in her before sitting back down slowly. He knew that this movement which has started so slowly would gather speed after a while. Sandhya was experienced enough to know he would last longer with her doing it with she being on top. Once she has had her orgasm she would let him get on top and hump her.
Sandhya had her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the pleasure his stiff pole gave her. Rakesh felt his own lust increase as her face started to contort in agony like pleasure. Her pert tits quivered each time her pelvis thrusted down on his body. Her half inch nipples were fully swollen and jutting out from the brown areola. After around five minutes of this slow humping her movements began to speed up. Sandhya started moving up and down much more rapidly. There was a thudding sound every time their bodies slammed against each other. He pushed his hip up to meet her every thrust. He grabbed and squeezed her swaying breasts and tweaked her nipples as they fucked.
“anng… anng… anng… hold on Rakesh, I’m getting near… hhmm… hhmm…”
“Come on baby, come for me.. humpp…” Rakesh gasped.
“Oh, yes… fuck… ahh.. “
Rakesh pumped his hips up to meet her downward thrust. “Faster.. ohh.. fuck faster,” she exhorted him.
Her movement became faster and haphazard. Her moans more constant now. Rakesh was happy that she was going to reach her climax anytime now because he was having difficulty holding off himself. He had his eyes closed tight trying to think of something .. anything … that would help him from gushing out. Finally, he heard what he had been praying for.
“Ohhh… Rakesh.. Yesss…. AArrgh….”
Rakesh opened his eyes now. Sandhya’s lips were quivering, she was gasping, her iris was half hidden under her half-closed eyelids. The look on her contorted face as she was in the throes of an orgasm was enough to push him over the edge too. He spurted out streams of thick gooey into the condom as streaks of pleasure ran through his body. Sandhya seemed to be enjoying her orgasm even more. She shuddered for a longer time than the twitching of his cock. Finally, her body lay down on top of his, her chest pressed down on his chest his rapidly shrinking cock still in her pussy. She looked at his face and smiled. He was happy to see the satisfied look in her face. Yes, he had succeeded once more in pleasing her. Her long languid kiss reaffirmed that. Half an hour later she was all dressed up to leave his apartment. Her make-up was immaculate once more showing no signs of the girl who had been trashing around in the bed with him not so long ago.
“Bye baby, see you soon,” she said to Rakesh who still lay on his bed with a bedsheet covering his nakedness.
“When will I see you again sweetheart,” Rakesh asked her.
“Soon,” was all she would say.
“Love you,” he said out loud at her departing figure.
She just turned and gave him a sweet smile before she whisked off.
Rakesh waited till he heard his apartment front door close and click shut before he reached for his mobile phone and made a call.
“She just left,” he said to the person on the other end of the line,” I think she is slowly really falling for me,” he continued.
“Good, don’t fail in this. Alliance with her family would take our business to places we can never dream off,” said Rakesh’s father.
Rakesh had been a disappointment to his father. Be it in studies, display of intelligence or even business acumen, he was a failure but if he could get Sandhya to accept him as her husband then there was at least something he was useful at. Let him not fail in this too he thought of his son. He was wistfully dreaming of all the business opportunities that would arise if his business was aligned with that of Javakars.
Sandhya got into her car and was driving home in a good mood. Sex had been good today. To be fair that was the case most of the time with Rakesh. Rakesh was a useful boyfriend to have around. Good fun, but she could not think of him as her future husband. Though he was from a wealthy family they were not in her own family’s stratospheric level in that aspect. Her father would fix an appropriate alliance for her but in the meanwhile she was determined to have as much fun as possible and Rakesh was currently fulfilling that role. If someone better came along she would have no hesitation in breaking off her relationship with Rakesh. Anyway for the inheritance she was going to bring to her groom’s family, her future husband was not going to be worried about her chastity before the marriage of that she was sure.
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