Misc. Erotica Swati's Downfall (Original Story)

[S Darko]

Nawaz trembles. 

He tries to light a beedi, but his hands are shaking too badly, and he drops the beedi and match on the road. 

He has been dispatched to get food and booze and he has been dawdling. 


Nawaz has no idea what is going to happen, but in his heart, he feels nothing but impending doom. 

Nakul Bhai and his goons and that foreign madam, all have combined to unsettle him. 

Yes, it was true that Nakul Bhai had promised him five lakhs and double that amount to Prakash as finders’ fees, but there was still something that the guns and the aura of violence surrounding these newcomers brings out the worst fears in his mind. 

Nawaz tamps down on his fears and walks back. 

As he nears the house in the chawl, he can see a big man standing at the foot of the stairs, looking indecisive. 

Nawaz has no idea who this man is. 

This isn’t one of Nakul Bhai’s men, but he isn’t sure. 

Instead of approaching like a homeowner should, he ducks into a lane between two adjacent buildings. 

This is technically no man’s land, and people use it to dump their garbage. 

The place stinks, but Nawaz is unfazed. 

He has always lived in squalor.

He watches the large man as he paces up and down. 

Then the big man fixates on something in the distance, something beyond him, hazy in the gloom. 

Nawaz gets up the courage to peek out. A bulky figure approaches. 

Smaller than the big man at the foot of the stairs, but not small like himself. 

It is foggy and difficult to see, but in a minute, there is no mistaking Ramesh. 

He wonders what the crazy guy will do when he sees Nakul Bhai. 

Ramesh is weird. He just watches and never takes part in all the fun and games they get up to with Swati or even Paro. Constantly muttering something about Devis and temples, or reciting the Hanuman Chalisa under his breath.

Ramesh walks with long strides up to the big guy. 

Ramesh is smaller and less bulky, but Nawaz has a feeling that if it came to a showdown, Ramesh would win easily. 

There is something about the way he carries himself, a feline grace, but also predatory.

Ramesh reaches the big guy and they talk for a bit. 

Then, as though they’d rehearsed it, they climb up the rickety stairs. 

The trap door falls open with a crash and Nawaz can feel the wooden structure tremble even from where he crouches.