Fantasy 500 Crores

[Saravroman]

Scene 2 - blue label

Sathya Baby, your Daddy is here… Get us our drinks.

Hey! Not the usual! Open the Blue Label we saved for a special occasion!


 
You double crossing son of a bitch!
Blue Label? Blue Label?
After you made me lose the Palace that was almost in my hands?
 
Jagapathi & Krishna are seated in 2 corners of the sprawling sofa.
 
Sathyabhama silently began to open the Blue Label box as her hubby ordered.
Her hubby was also her Uncle, her mother’s younger brother and a good 15 years older to her.
She poured the blue label into 2 brand new glasses and as she was about to add ice…
 
Krishna: You dumb bitch! Did you think it was Blue Label or some bootlegger whiskey! Make it NEAT!
Jagapathi: (in a serious tone) same for me.
 
Sathyabhama came over and handed over a glass to her Daddy, another glass to her hubby,
put some snacks on the tabled and seated herself on her hubby’s lap, putting a hand over his head.


 
The air was filled with tense vibes.
Afraid her hubby would fuck her right in front of her Daddy if she uttered a wrong word, Sathya silently looked.
 
Her daddy and hubby silently clinked their glassed without saying CHEERS and took a few sips!
 
Krishna brought his glass to Sathyabhama’s lips and she took a sip too.



“Don’t gulp Bitch” her hubby had told her way back when he taught her how to enjoy Scotch.
She retained the drink in her mouth, swirled it a bit in her mouth, took it beneath her tongue,
let all parts of her tongue savor the flavor, and then slowly imbibed it in.
 
You like it dear?
 
Yes, she nodded, purring like a cat on hearing her hubby call her dear.
The flavor and feel of Johnnie Walker, the feel of her hubby’s strong thighs on her ass,
And the feel of his left hand strongly gripping her waist and rubbing it, made her feel so sensual.
 
He kissed her on her lips and she kissed back. It did not matter her Daddy was there.
 
That was all Jagapathi could take.

You fucking son of a bitch! You fucking double crosser!
You needlessly got involved in my fucking business!
You wrenched away the Palace from my hands!
I should shoot you with my gun.
 
Sathya got nervous hearing her Daddy scream at her husband.
 
But not him. Nothing could make Krishna Paramatma loose cool.
 
Maava cool! (Krishna says the word Mama in a drawn out heavily accented manner so the word sounds like ‘maava’ rather than mama)

Sambavami Yuge Yuge!
 
Let me regale you with a short story…
 
In another time… In another age… In another kingdom… lived a king…
His name… Chatrapathi Shivaji…
He was all powerful and possessed an overwhelming army!


 
Yet… he was losing wars… one after one after one after another…
In one such wars, he lost badly and had to leave the battlefield for survival.
 
He galloped away for hour after hours in his horse and finally stopped at a village in his kingdom at late night.
 
Disguised as a normal soldier,
he knocked the doors of a small hut and a well-aged lady opened the door.
In a benevolent voice she asked, what do you need dear?
Granny, I am a soldier and I am hungry.
At once she said, go pick from ripe Bananas from the backyard and eat them while I make rice for you.
After some time, Shivaji went inside the hut and waited for her.

Son, all the able bodied men in my family are in the army.
Fight! Fight until your last breathe for our Shivaji Maharaja! Make your country proud.
So she said, while serving hot rice on a plantain leaf.
 
Shivaji was jubilated to hear her patriotic words.
In his hunger he thrust his hands into the rice but instantly pulled back since it was smoking hot.
 
Granny smiles and says:
You are a soldier and this is how you handle smoking hot rice? Silly Man!
I get a feeling you are like our Shivaji Maharaja.
 
Shivaji is startled hearing her words for a moment feeling if she recognized him.
Regaining his composure, he says: why are you comparing me to our Shivaji Maharaja, Granny?

Granny says:
Our King is heroic no doubt. But his strategy is foolish.
Just like you put your hand in the middle of the rice, he is attacking the enemy’s capital directly.
That is enemy’s strongest place. One should never attack an opponent in their strong places.
One should first attack the peripheries of the enemy’s kingdom.
One should weaken and isolate the enemy then only then should their go for the stronger parts in the end.
So… dear Silly Son, one should eat smoking hot rice from the sides, not the center.
 
For a moment, Shivaji felt the Granny is an incarnation of his deity Bhavani Matha.
This was the most invaluable advice in the most needed hour.
 
Finishing his meal, Shivaji thanked the Granny, gave his Namaste to her with folded hands and left.
 
Then on, having rectified his strategy after hearing Granny's sane advice, Shivaji never lost a war.
In due course, he became Chatrapathi Shivaji Maharaja the great.
 
So, Maava, what is the moral of the story? Krishna asks concluding his story.
 
Both his Mama Jagapathi and wife Sathyabhama were enthralled in Krishna Paramatma’s story.

-scene 2 to be continued-