Adultery The Possession

[Henry]

Dawa finished the bottle. His red eyes suddenly said in a hard tone----I don't like this dance. Dance like Randi. I want to see a Randnach.

Soma said---How is that?

Dawa swayed his muscular body in a way that mimicked Soma's soft heavy breasts. Soma is intoxicated. So he started. In this dance there is nothing but a plump fair waist and swinging heavy breasts. Dawa Sherpa, however, is enjoying itself.

Dawa again inserted a beedi between his lips. Soma brought the lighter and lit it. Then she again started dancing. Dawa is lying with a slight bump, occasionally pulling the ball. He brought his cock from his trouser. Seeing Soma's obscene dance, he took it in his hand and started shaking it.

Dawa pointed to Soma's breast and asked to remove her anchal. Drunk Soma did so. Dawa Ji took off his own genji. Soma is now dancing in saya, blouse. Both Dawa and Soma began to dance with their hips swaying intoxicated. Soma has no idea. She has forgotten that she is a well-educated woman, a high college teacher, a mother of two sons, a wife of a high-ranking government officer!

Soma never danced in her student life except to Rabindra Sangeet. Today, she dances to the rhythm of Nepali songs like Dawa ji. Dawa also is dancing to the rhythm of Nepali music by holding her waist behind. Dawa lifted her blouse with bra and exposed her breasts. Then he started pressing both breasts. Soma giggled drunkenly. Both are laughing. Soma's ass is raised by the waist, Dawa sherpa is rubbing his hands on her thighs. He turned Soma towards himself. The two face each other and dance in this cold weather. Dawa wearing trouser only, bare chest. Soma wearing a Saya, but her blouse lifted above her fair plump heavy breasts. Soma is now a drunk womam said in an intoxicated tone---I love you Dawa Ji.

---I am also Soma. how much do you love me?

Soma's tone is faint. Dawa knows that he made her drunk a well educated conservative beautiful woman. He knows this woman is drunk now to love with dawa.

Soma said like a drunkard---a lot....

--Give me proof?

Soma laughed out loud. Said---Kiss me? Fuck me, I will do whatever you want.

---Will you marry me?

Soma said---Yes I will. I will do it here. In this mountain of yours. Soma is really drunk now. There is no place to think about the future.

Dawa said---We will do it in the temple tomorrow. In that Shiva temple. Promise?

Soma pinched Dawa's lips. Dawa took Soma on his lap and started walking towards the forest in the dark. Jackie is also moving behind. Open facing hills. A streak of light is visible in the distance. In a far away village. Dawa said---Wait here. Won't go anywhere.

Dawa went down the mountain slope and came to the river. He extinguished the fire. He collect Soma's bag, his own bag. When he came back, all around deep darkness! He took out the flash light from his bag and turned it on. Gathered wood and made a fire. But where is Soma!

Dawa started looking for Soma. He began to shine the flash light around the forest, but there was no Soma anywhere. Dawa called---Soma? Soma? Soma Ji?
No response. Dawa was worried. He started looking here and there like crazy man. The addiction to Dawa is not what it used to be. Beside the huge deep ditch, Soma was drunk, what if Soma? If she fall into this ditch, you will not find a single bone of the body. Dawa is going crazy.

----- Soma! Soma! Where are you?

The forest trembled with the shout of a masculine heavy tone of Dawa Sherpa like thunder. But there is no Soma anywhere.

Suddenly Dawa remembered Jackie. Where is jackie!

Can't see Jackie! Dawa has moved deeper and deeper into the forest. Even familiar places feel unfamiliar to him now. Something happened in grass. like a soft fur, Dawa Sherpa stumbled. What is that! In the light of the torch, he can clearly see the area covered in blood. Jackie's body is lying.

Dawa was surprised at first, then excruciating pain. And then his eternal rage. Dawa does not understand who did this! But where is Soma? Dawa will be crazy!

The trail of blood on the grass moved higher up the hillside. Dawa is looking right blood, is it Jackie's? No. Dawa did not have to go far. Lying half-naked Soma, wearing petticoat lifted to her waist, exposed breast. Murder! Dawa realizes that someone has killed his Soma. Dawa never cried, he was a hard hearted man. When Kesavi's mother died, he had pain in his chest, but he did not shed a single tear. He didn't drop it even today. Dawa Sherpa is bursting with pain and sorrow. Suddenly he became angry---Madarchod! Who are you? Come in front of me...

The soft sound in the silent forest is sudden in origin. A man behind a pine tree in the face of a flash light. In the light of the flash light, the glasses are clearly visible in his eyes.
The man in the full slip jacket came out in front of Dawa. Dawa knows this man, knows him very well. This man is an ordinary Bengali gentleman known to him. The face still has the impression of a typical intellectual educated personality like Bengalis. Aiming the revolver in his hand at Dawa.
Dawa Sherpa of strong well built six feet body, whose muscular strength, temper, and the whole village of Tunglu is afraid of him. Now he trembling in front of this man, an ordinary intellectual educated working class Bengali man. The man did not give a single second, came to the Dawa's chest and pierced two bullets one after the other! 'Dumm! Dumm!'
++++++++++