12-10-2025, 12:15 AM
Title: The Open Door Policy
Characters:
Scene 5
(The scene is set in the kitchen, three days after the last incident. It is late evening. Ram is reading a newspaper. Kishore is polishing a pair of Sagar’s shoes. Lata is folding laundry. The house is quiet until a long, unmistakable moan drifts down from the first floor.)
Kishore: (stops polishing, a grin spreading across his face) Did you hear that?
Lata: (pauses, a folded sheet in her hands) It’s starting.
Ram: (turns a page in his newspaper, his voice sharp) It is nothing. Mind your own work.
(Another sound from upstairs, louder this time. A sharp slap of skin on skin, followed by Myra’s breathless laughter.)
Kishore: It's not nothing, Ram Kaka. It's happening again. The door is wide open this time. I saw it when I took the evening tea up. You can see the whole bed from the hallway.
Ram: You will stay out of the hallway. Have you no shame? No respect for yourselves or for them?
Lata: But... she said it was okay, Ram Kaka.
Ram: (lowers his paper, staring at her with disbelief) What did you say?
Lata: Memsahib... she told me. She gave me permission. She said the door will always be open for me... that I am welcome to watch.
Ram: (standing up, his voice a low, angry rumble) She is corrupting you. This is a sickness. She is a rich, bored woman playing games with her staff because she has nothing better to do. And you are letting her.
Kishore: It is not a game! It is... exciting! Did you not hear her scream last time? It was incredible.
(From upstairs, Myra's voice rings out, clear and commanding.)
Myra: ON YOUR KNEES, SAGAR! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE!
Kishore: (his eyes wide) Oh my god. He is going to...
Ram: Silence! I will not have this filthy talk in my kitchen!
Lata: But she invited me... It feels wrong to disobey her.
Ram: It is more wrong to stand in a hallway and watch what should only be between a husband and a wife! She is testing your morals, and you are failing!
Kishore: I am going up.
Ram: You will stay right here!
Kishore: No. She gave Lata permission, and I am going with her. Lata, come on. She is waiting for us. She is performing for us!
Lata: (looking from a furious Ram to an eager Kishore, she is torn) I... I should go. She will be angry if I don't.
Ram: She will not be angry. She will be pleased that you still have some decency left. Do not go up those stairs, Lata. I am telling you, this will end badly.
(Sagar lets out a loud, guttural groan from upstairs.)
Kishore: I am not missing any more of this. I'm going. Lata, are you coming or are you going to sit here and fold towels?
Lata: (places the folded laundry down on the table, her decision made) I am sorry, Ram Kaka. But she is the Memsahib. I must do as she says.
Ram: (sits back down heavily in his chair, defeated) Then go. Go and watch the animals in their cage. Do not speak to me when you come back down.
(Kishore gives Lata a triumphant look. Together, they quietly exit the kitchen and head for the stairs, leaving Ram alone with the newspaper and the growing sounds of ecstasy from the floor above.)
Kishore: (whispering, his voice full of awe) I told you, Lata. It's wide open. We can see everything.
Lata: (whispering back, her voice trembling) Shhh! Be quiet! Oh, Kishore... look...
(They peek around the doorframe. Inside, Myra is lying on her back on the bed, naked. Sagar is kneeling over her, his head buried in her chest.)
Kishore: What is he doing?
Lata: He's... oh my... He is sucking her breast. His whole mouth is on it.
Kishore: Look at his hands... he is squeezing the other one. It looks so soft.
Lata: Like a baby... he is like a hungry baby.
(From inside the room, Myra's voice is a low, satisfied moan. She shifts her hips.)
Myra: That's it, my love. Drink it all. I want you to leave marks. I want to see your teeth prints on my skin tomorrow.
Sagar: (his voice muffled against her skin) You taste so sweet.
Myra: I know. Now the other one. Give it the same attention. I don't want it to get jealous.
(Sagar moves his head to her other breast. Myra sighs contentedly, then her voice becomes a little louder, carrying clearly into the hallway. She doesn't turn her head.)
Myra: I was wondering when you two would get here. The show was getting lonely without an audience.
(Kishore and Lata gasp and pull back from the doorway, flattening themselves against the wall.)
Kishore: She knows! She knew we were here the whole time!
Lata: I told you to be quiet!
Myra: (her voice is amused, not angry) Oh, don't be shy. Don't hide in the shadows like naughty children. That was last time. You have my permission now, remember?
Sagar: (lifts his head, a grin on his face) Are our little mice here, my love?
Myra: They are. Come now, both of you. Step into the light where I can see you. I want to see your faces while my husband worships me. It makes it so much better.
Characters:
- Myra: The Queen of the house.
- Sagar: Her King.
- Lata: The invited guest.
- Kishore: The eager voyeur.
- Ram: The voice of tradition.
Scene 5
(The scene is set in the kitchen, three days after the last incident. It is late evening. Ram is reading a newspaper. Kishore is polishing a pair of Sagar’s shoes. Lata is folding laundry. The house is quiet until a long, unmistakable moan drifts down from the first floor.)
Kishore: (stops polishing, a grin spreading across his face) Did you hear that?
Lata: (pauses, a folded sheet in her hands) It’s starting.
Ram: (turns a page in his newspaper, his voice sharp) It is nothing. Mind your own work.
(Another sound from upstairs, louder this time. A sharp slap of skin on skin, followed by Myra’s breathless laughter.)
Kishore: It's not nothing, Ram Kaka. It's happening again. The door is wide open this time. I saw it when I took the evening tea up. You can see the whole bed from the hallway.
Ram: You will stay out of the hallway. Have you no shame? No respect for yourselves or for them?
Lata: But... she said it was okay, Ram Kaka.
Ram: (lowers his paper, staring at her with disbelief) What did you say?
Lata: Memsahib... she told me. She gave me permission. She said the door will always be open for me... that I am welcome to watch.
Ram: (standing up, his voice a low, angry rumble) She is corrupting you. This is a sickness. She is a rich, bored woman playing games with her staff because she has nothing better to do. And you are letting her.
Kishore: It is not a game! It is... exciting! Did you not hear her scream last time? It was incredible.
(From upstairs, Myra's voice rings out, clear and commanding.)
Myra: ON YOUR KNEES, SAGAR! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR TONGUE!
Kishore: (his eyes wide) Oh my god. He is going to...
Ram: Silence! I will not have this filthy talk in my kitchen!
Lata: But she invited me... It feels wrong to disobey her.
Ram: It is more wrong to stand in a hallway and watch what should only be between a husband and a wife! She is testing your morals, and you are failing!
Kishore: I am going up.
Ram: You will stay right here!
Kishore: No. She gave Lata permission, and I am going with her. Lata, come on. She is waiting for us. She is performing for us!
Lata: (looking from a furious Ram to an eager Kishore, she is torn) I... I should go. She will be angry if I don't.
Ram: She will not be angry. She will be pleased that you still have some decency left. Do not go up those stairs, Lata. I am telling you, this will end badly.
(Sagar lets out a loud, guttural groan from upstairs.)
Kishore: I am not missing any more of this. I'm going. Lata, are you coming or are you going to sit here and fold towels?
Lata: (places the folded laundry down on the table, her decision made) I am sorry, Ram Kaka. But she is the Memsahib. I must do as she says.
Ram: (sits back down heavily in his chair, defeated) Then go. Go and watch the animals in their cage. Do not speak to me when you come back down.
(Kishore gives Lata a triumphant look. Together, they quietly exit the kitchen and head for the stairs, leaving Ram alone with the newspaper and the growing sounds of ecstasy from the floor above.)
Kishore: (whispering, his voice full of awe) I told you, Lata. It's wide open. We can see everything.
Lata: (whispering back, her voice trembling) Shhh! Be quiet! Oh, Kishore... look...
(They peek around the doorframe. Inside, Myra is lying on her back on the bed, naked. Sagar is kneeling over her, his head buried in her chest.)
Kishore: What is he doing?
Lata: He's... oh my... He is sucking her breast. His whole mouth is on it.
Kishore: Look at his hands... he is squeezing the other one. It looks so soft.
Lata: Like a baby... he is like a hungry baby.
(From inside the room, Myra's voice is a low, satisfied moan. She shifts her hips.)
Myra: That's it, my love. Drink it all. I want you to leave marks. I want to see your teeth prints on my skin tomorrow.
Sagar: (his voice muffled against her skin) You taste so sweet.
Myra: I know. Now the other one. Give it the same attention. I don't want it to get jealous.
(Sagar moves his head to her other breast. Myra sighs contentedly, then her voice becomes a little louder, carrying clearly into the hallway. She doesn't turn her head.)
Myra: I was wondering when you two would get here. The show was getting lonely without an audience.
(Kishore and Lata gasp and pull back from the doorway, flattening themselves against the wall.)
Kishore: She knows! She knew we were here the whole time!
Lata: I told you to be quiet!
Myra: (her voice is amused, not angry) Oh, don't be shy. Don't hide in the shadows like naughty children. That was last time. You have my permission now, remember?
Sagar: (lifts his head, a grin on his face) Are our little mice here, my love?
Myra: They are. Come now, both of you. Step into the light where I can see you. I want to see your faces while my husband worships me. It makes it so much better.
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