Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Ramesh calls Rashid. He picks up on the very first ring. In fact, Ramesh can't tell if it even rang. 


“Ramesh Bhai?” The man's voice is a whisper.

“Yes.”

“Come as soon as you can.” Rashid sounds out of breath, as though he’s been running or is in the grip of some strong emotion. 

Not good either way. 

“What happened?”

“Something bad. I don’t have a good feeling about this. There is a gora here, upstairs, and a couple of cars. And also a dog.”

Ramesh thinks Rashid is too agitated. He needs to get the old man to slow down, give him a coherent picture. 

“Is the madam there?”

“Yes, she’s been here for a while. I think…hai ,.'! They killed a man. Then the other man, he killed the other man.”

“Wait Rashid Bhai, where are you? Take a deep breath and get a hold of yourself. This is important.”

He waits while Rashid takes a few deep, shuddering breaths. 

“Now tell me where are you?”

“Tea shop. Hiding behind the cart with the chula and gas. I have a gunny sack over me. I’m okay…unless they come right up here looking for me.”

“Okay…” at least he was getting somewhere. “What can you see?”

Rashid took in a breath and slowly exhaled. “There’s a very big man coming down the stairs. Another one is following him, smaller man. There’s a big car. The car the white man came in. There is a dead man in the car in the front, and one in the back. The big guy killed the one in the front, and one of the dead guys killed the guy in the back. Madam is upstairs…I think bad men are doing… things to her.” 

It is a long speech for Rashid, usually a man of few words. 

Rashid is also a man unused to violence. 

He isn’t making a lot of sense right now, but Ramesh can surmise that there is some mayhem going on. 

He fingers the gun in his waistband. 

He had sixteen bullets in the magazine, and that’s all he has. 

Not like in the movies where the hero has unlimited ammunition. 

He is also not sure if he is the hero in this story. 

Maybe this is Swati madam’s story and she needs to be the hero. 

“Is there any shouting? People running about? Gunshots? Anything like that?”

“No…nothing like that. All is calm. I can see the lights and movements upstairs in your room…Prakash and Nawaz I mean…but the bullets were quiet. Except the first one and that was loud, but it was a while ago and no one is doing anything right now…so…when are you coming?”

Ramesh nods, then realizes he is on the phone. “Yes, I’m coming, I’m on my way. You stay hidden and stay safe Rashid Bhai.”