Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Ramesh cannot sleep. He has overheard the conversation between Nawaz and Nakul Bhai, although he doesn’t know who is on the other side and can hear only half the conversation.


It is a rare night when Nawaz is in their room in the chawl. Prakash has a couple of guys over and they have been playing cards, teenpatti mostly, and drinking. It feels like the night before Diwali when most people gamble as a matter of tradition. 

Ramesh, the nondrinker, non gambler, has been tasked with keeping them supplied with food. While the usual chakhna type foods—fried peanuts, bhujia and the like are favorites, they prefer bananas for energy and probably to ease the acidity in their stomachs. 

That’s when Nawaz’s phone rings.

Nawaz looks at the display and picks up the call with alacrity.

“Bhai?” He says.

He listens for a few seconds, then says, “Bhai, it will take a few days. The bitch isn’t in town this week.”

He listens some more, then hangs up.

Ramesh is aware from Prakash’s boasting that he and Nawaz have cooked up some kind of scheme to make money off of Swati madam. He isn’t privy to all the details because every time he has asked, a crafty look comes onto Prakash’s stupid face, and he brushes him off with some kind of non-answer. 

This is unacceptable to Ramesh. He is okay with Prakash fucking the madam and perhaps including a few others in the fun and games, but only as long as the madam is okay with it. This is something that he ascertains with her every time he sees or hears of something out of the ordinary, but she seems satisfied and happy enough, so he says nothing. Anyhow, the definition of "ordinary" seems to shift every time he thinks about it. Over the last few months, even before Prakash entered the scene, change has been the only constant.

He knows the others refer to her as “the bitch,” or “the whore,” and he is almost certain that the call Nawaz just  received has something to do with her.

During the game, Prakash and Nawaz have dropped enough hints to suggest that there is some kind of gangbang being planned and Swati madam is likely going to be the main attraction. There has been mention of another woman called Paro, but Ramesh doesn’t know her.

The plans seem to be imminent, as in probably next week or sooner. But he has no idea of the date, and even if he wants to be there and aware of the plan. Instead, he feels a great desire to go out and walk by himself.

“I’m going out, getting some air,” he announces to the room. 

Nawaz looks up from his hand and then to the bunch of bananas by the foot of the bed. “Sure, looks like we’re good for the time being.”

Ramesh lifts the trap door and descends the rickety wooden stairs, and wonders how Swati madam would negotiate these stairs if they brought her here. But then he remembers that she is slim and quite athletic. Those extended sex sessions surely took a lot of energy and effort. Yeah, she could easily make it up the stairs to their room. The question that keeps niggling at him is whether he is right about the plan. 

When he reaches the akhada after aimlessly wandering about in Bhim Colony for the rest of the night, the sun is just peeking over the horizon and a new day is born. Inside, it is too early for the wrestlers to have begun their exercises, and only guruji is there, having just finished up his morning meditation routine. 

Ramesh touches guruji’s feet and seeks his blessings. 

“What troubles you, my boy?”

Ramesh thinks about this before he answers. “I am in a bit of crisis of faith, dharamsankat,” he says carefully. “There is a Devi who I worship, but there are some people who bear ill will towards her.”

“Hmm. Is this someone you love, perhaps?” Guruji’s tone is gentle, tinged with playfulness. He has clearly underestimated the depth of Ramesh’s despair, the level of his indecision.

“No, no. Nothing like that,” Ramesh says, attempting to set guruji on the right course. “She has been very generous to me. She has some…some people might call peculiar tastes, but I worship her like a Devi. It was not always so…there was a time when I lusted for her, but the Devi ma, the goddess…she showed me the error of my ways. In a dream she came to me and showed me what I should do. It is a solemn promise I made many years ago in my youth, but I had forgotten. I lost my way, but I am okay now. So, the answer is yes and no. I do love her, but not in the sense I think you mean.”

What Ramesh says is true. He has indeed been reminded of his promise made long ago at the temple of the devadasis in a dream, a few weeks ago. He has since given up drinking. He is working on the smoking, but it is a harder struggle. Ramesh has no doubt he will succeed, though. In all things, he is strong, and he knows he will prevail in the end. 

“And what do you think you should do?”

This is guruji at his best. He never gives advice, simply helps you find what is in your heart, for what else is the best guide? In fact, Ramesh knows, he doesn’t even have to speak anymore. Guruji will understand.

Instead, he says, “If I do what I have to do, can I have sanctuary here?” 

Guruji takes his face in his hands. They are of a height, and neither has to look up nor down. For a long time, guruji stares into Ramesh’s eyes. Ramesh looks back, his conscience clear, and he thinks his eyes reflect that.

“Yes,” guruji says. “Your heart is pure. I am satisfied.”