Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

The SUV is large, black, and heavily tinted as it makes its way through the narrow streets of Bhim colony and comes to a stop in front of the building where Prakash lives.


Nakul Bhai is excited beyond belief. Finally, he will meet the woman he has come to fantasize about. 

Lately, she has been visiting his dreams as well. It has become an obsession, this need to possess this woman. 

Beside him, Ramona is sitting quietly. 

Today she is wearing a simple dress, black, with nothing underneath. Nakul Bhai knows because that was how he’d instructed her. She is a plaything, nothing more. The real deal is the woman he has been obsessing over for the better part of a few months.

The SUV comes to a smooth stop and Nakul Bhai instructs his driver to make a phone call. Over the speakerphone, he hears Prakash, a little breathless.

“Nakul Bhai!”

Nakul Bhai winces at this name that has been thrust upon him. How is it that this twerp of a man (the actual word he thinks is chutiya), cannot say Nikolai like almost everyone else can? He lets it pass. 

“Prakash.” It comes out with more menace than he intended. There is no need to say anymore.

“Yes Bhai, she’s here.”  Prakash sounds nervous.

Nakul Bhai can hear moans and grunts in the background. Flesh slapping upon flesh. It seems she is already in the party mood, getting some action. Either that, or there is another woman. Or women.

“Who else is there?”

“Just me, Nawaz and Mahender, Bhai.” Nakul Bhai can smell the lie, but lets it go.

“Mahender?”

“Photographer, he takes the videos and such.”

“Oh, okay, I’m coming up.”

“No, no! Wait there. I’ll come down and guide you,” Prakash says, “It’s a little tricky.”

Nakul Bhai can feel his tumescence building. “Come soon, man.”



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Arvind’s phone rings. It is late evening on Thursday, the 19th of March. 

The significance of the date will not be understood until later, and for some of the characters, not even then. Of course, no one knows all this, not at this time anyway. And definitely not Arvind. 

It is Sammy. He sounds out of breath. “Bhai, that Russian guy, Nikolai is making a move. I followed him to a chawl in Bhim colony. It looks like the girl is there. I’m pretty sure he’s going to snatch her. I found out there’s a guy called Prakash that lives there and he handles the girl.”

Arvind knows Nakul Bhai of course, but he hasn’t felt the need to call him and tell him their deal is off. The other name is new to him. She has a handler? Like a pimp? He sits up, improved from before but still not at a hundred percent.

“But aren’t we supposed to pick her up? Like from her house?” Arvind is confused. 

It seems to him that Sammy is more aware of things than he lets on. More knowledgeable than he would have suspected from someone who was supposed to be muscle. 

“And why…how…Bhim colony?”

“Yes Bhai, I thought it best if we kept tabs on Nikolai because we know he has designs on the girl. I spoke to the butcher across the street and he was happy to tell me everything he knows once I put some Gandhijis in his pocket.” Sammy sounds patient and in control. Perhaps he has misjudged the man. He seems to be quite capable. 

Arvind grunts his appreciation. There’s nothing more he can do. “What should I do?”

They both go silent as they think about it. 

Then Sammy says, “Bhai if I come to pick you up, I can’t keep an eye on these guys. Best you come by yourself. Park your car at the Apsara Mall and take an auto from there. I’ll send you a location pin so you can follow it on GPS.”

Ah, technology to the rescue. 

“Yes,” Arvind says, “good idea.” He adjusts his crotch which suddenly has become quite tight.