12-11-2022, 11:03 PM
Purva couldn’t believe what she was getting into. She was actually going to be treated lower in status than these slum women, and she if this pact was reached, she would have to serve them milk at their houses everyday in the morning. It was obviously degrading for Purva and the slum women wanted just that. Of course, Purva was sure that the deal was indeed lucrative for Mushtaq and his friends. Mushtaq had once told her that they got quite a lot of money from the garage business, and that to appease the slum women who were against the decision of setting up a whorehouse, they had to pay some of the money to the local panchayat for the welfare of the slums. Now, they could keep that money too and it only required her to deliver milk to them in the morning. It was of course very cunning on the Sultana’s part to come up with such a request. She obviously wanted to degrade her.
Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed again thought long and hard, and finally agreed on this proposal too. “Thik h, hume manjoor hai”.
Mr. Hussain was no happy that it was going smooth. He had expected a face-off with these parties, but he was glad that they could reach a truce soon. “Badhiya. Toh kal se yeh raand roj milk booth jayegi, doodh leke saare auraton k ghar jayegi aur unhe ghar me doodh bechegi. Iske liye randi ko koi paise nhi milenge kyun ki Mushtaq ko garage ke paise se mufti mili hai. Iss kaam k liye panchayat k taraf se isse ek purana cycle diya jayega. Kyun ki ab baaki ijjat ke auratein wahan nhi aayenge doodh lene, randi yahan pe nanga ho sakti hai. Parr aadesh hai ki yeh rakhe ki unke ghar kapde pehn k hi jaaye“.
Purva was flabbergasted. Never would have she thought that she was going to be made to do such demeaning tasks. Here she was in the slums in the most low-class way and she was going to deliver milk to the citizens of the slum who regarded her as a neech. Things were definitely not turning out how she had expected, and she regretted getting into this whole thing. The women were definitely getting the better of her. Sultana, was happy deep inside, as by now she had developed a special place for Purva in her heart. She wanted to humiliate her and the look she presented in front of them all, made her get angry with disgust. She was now succeeding at making this whore as worthless as she could possibly be. She wanted to show her that she is after all a whore, and she was beneath her in social status.
By now, everyone in the crowd were happy at the judgement being delivered there. It seemed like all of them including her own husband and his friends were on the same page as each of them seemed satisfied with the judgement. Both the genders loved how humiliating it would be for Purva. She was nothing made an urban slut turned into a low-life for the slums and it turned them all on immensely.
After a few more exchanges, the meeting seemed to be finally ending. Mr. Hussain, as the sarpanch was the sole decision-taker and as the sarpanch he had the right to spell out his own decisions. Of course, he was no less man, as Purva had rightly recognized. He too derived perverted sexual pleasure in humiliating a gori urban memsaab like Purva to nothing but a piece of low-class sex object. So he declared, “Gaav ke mahilayon ko aadesh hai ki aap ke jo bhi puraane aur faltu kapde honge, woh aap iss neech k liye daan kare. Aaj se humare Kabul chowk k paas ek tokri lagi hogi, aap log aap k puraane kapde usme daal sakte ho. Panchayat ka koi aadmi unn kapdo ko Ghafur chacha ke darzi pe leke jayega aur jaise yeh randi chahe unko waise silwaya jayega. Randi ki har ek kapde ke liye Ghafur chacha ko 5 rupayee diya jayega”. From a distance Ghafur chacha got up and clapped in happiness. Of course, it was known in the slums that the Ghafur chacha’s business was dying down, and this way he would be provided better means to uplift his tailoring shop.
“Thik h, panchayat khatam ho chuki hai. Javed aur Sultana tum log yahan rukna…baaki log jaa sakte ho yahan se. Aane k liye dhanywaad”, declared Mr. Hussain.
Purva was obviously stunned at how the things had worked out. She was certainly upset at the judgement and all of the rules seem to highlight the fact that she will be treated as the lowest level of human in the slums going further. As Mushtaq and purva walked back to their house, she refrained from saying a word. Mushtaq knew what was going through her mind, so he said, “kya hua randi, gussa ho rahi ho kya?”. purva just nodded her head in denial and continued to walk, covering her pussy and boobs with her hands. “Mein ghar jaake saabun se nahaungi”, she said not refraining from sounding pissed off. “Haan randi bilkul naha lena achhe se”. Though she was still covered in filth and looked all dirty and clumsy, he held her by the waist. He knew that the judgement from the panchayat wasn’t really in their favour but there was not much they could do. Of course, they could have refrained from getting into the whole thing, but that was that. He let Purva stay by herself after entering the house as she preferred to remain silent. It was evident that she was certainly feeling very humiliated to have to do all of what was decided as a low-life for the women. Mushtaq silently switched on the tv and watched it without saying a word, as Purva went into the bathroom to cleanse herself of all the filth, the first time since her marriage that her husband allowed her to have a bath.
Mushtaq, Sajid and Javed again thought long and hard, and finally agreed on this proposal too. “Thik h, hume manjoor hai”.
Mr. Hussain was no happy that it was going smooth. He had expected a face-off with these parties, but he was glad that they could reach a truce soon. “Badhiya. Toh kal se yeh raand roj milk booth jayegi, doodh leke saare auraton k ghar jayegi aur unhe ghar me doodh bechegi. Iske liye randi ko koi paise nhi milenge kyun ki Mushtaq ko garage ke paise se mufti mili hai. Iss kaam k liye panchayat k taraf se isse ek purana cycle diya jayega. Kyun ki ab baaki ijjat ke auratein wahan nhi aayenge doodh lene, randi yahan pe nanga ho sakti hai. Parr aadesh hai ki yeh rakhe ki unke ghar kapde pehn k hi jaaye“.
Purva was flabbergasted. Never would have she thought that she was going to be made to do such demeaning tasks. Here she was in the slums in the most low-class way and she was going to deliver milk to the citizens of the slum who regarded her as a neech. Things were definitely not turning out how she had expected, and she regretted getting into this whole thing. The women were definitely getting the better of her. Sultana, was happy deep inside, as by now she had developed a special place for Purva in her heart. She wanted to humiliate her and the look she presented in front of them all, made her get angry with disgust. She was now succeeding at making this whore as worthless as she could possibly be. She wanted to show her that she is after all a whore, and she was beneath her in social status.
By now, everyone in the crowd were happy at the judgement being delivered there. It seemed like all of them including her own husband and his friends were on the same page as each of them seemed satisfied with the judgement. Both the genders loved how humiliating it would be for Purva. She was nothing made an urban slut turned into a low-life for the slums and it turned them all on immensely.
After a few more exchanges, the meeting seemed to be finally ending. Mr. Hussain, as the sarpanch was the sole decision-taker and as the sarpanch he had the right to spell out his own decisions. Of course, he was no less man, as Purva had rightly recognized. He too derived perverted sexual pleasure in humiliating a gori urban memsaab like Purva to nothing but a piece of low-class sex object. So he declared, “Gaav ke mahilayon ko aadesh hai ki aap ke jo bhi puraane aur faltu kapde honge, woh aap iss neech k liye daan kare. Aaj se humare Kabul chowk k paas ek tokri lagi hogi, aap log aap k puraane kapde usme daal sakte ho. Panchayat ka koi aadmi unn kapdo ko Ghafur chacha ke darzi pe leke jayega aur jaise yeh randi chahe unko waise silwaya jayega. Randi ki har ek kapde ke liye Ghafur chacha ko 5 rupayee diya jayega”. From a distance Ghafur chacha got up and clapped in happiness. Of course, it was known in the slums that the Ghafur chacha’s business was dying down, and this way he would be provided better means to uplift his tailoring shop.
“Thik h, panchayat khatam ho chuki hai. Javed aur Sultana tum log yahan rukna…baaki log jaa sakte ho yahan se. Aane k liye dhanywaad”, declared Mr. Hussain.
Purva was obviously stunned at how the things had worked out. She was certainly upset at the judgement and all of the rules seem to highlight the fact that she will be treated as the lowest level of human in the slums going further. As Mushtaq and purva walked back to their house, she refrained from saying a word. Mushtaq knew what was going through her mind, so he said, “kya hua randi, gussa ho rahi ho kya?”. purva just nodded her head in denial and continued to walk, covering her pussy and boobs with her hands. “Mein ghar jaake saabun se nahaungi”, she said not refraining from sounding pissed off. “Haan randi bilkul naha lena achhe se”. Though she was still covered in filth and looked all dirty and clumsy, he held her by the waist. He knew that the judgement from the panchayat wasn’t really in their favour but there was not much they could do. Of course, they could have refrained from getting into the whole thing, but that was that. He let Purva stay by herself after entering the house as she preferred to remain silent. It was evident that she was certainly feeling very humiliated to have to do all of what was decided as a low-life for the women. Mushtaq silently switched on the tv and watched it without saying a word, as Purva went into the bathroom to cleanse herself of all the filth, the first time since her marriage that her husband allowed her to have a bath.
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