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Chapter-84:
While she readied the plates for the men outside, she took a look through the tiny window and saw two filthy looking men sitting next to Khurram and Devki's table. She saw their tool bags and assumed that they would've returned after work. By looking at them, her mind raced immediately to the man whom she serviced in the train, and an unwanted comparison between all of those whom she met that evening and night with Dattu...and she was totally unable to rationalize why that thought darted into her head at an instant.
Despite the revolting thoughts, she took the plates and walked out.
As Tanvi stepped out of the shadows, the silence that fell was more shameful than any noise.
The stench of beedi mixed with grime and filth were everywhere around her despite they all being in an open space.
A sharp tremor of fear came through her spine when she looked at the people who were seated next to Khurram and Devki!
And...they saw her!
Tanvi heard few gasps, and it came with lewd whistles, very much audible and as she looked past Khurram and Devki, it was evident that the voices came from the workers whose faces clearly conveyed their shock and surprise as she approached their table.
"Arre Mausi, ye kaunsa naya maal leke diya tune?" (Mausi, what kind of new piece of meat have you brought us tonight?), one of the men grunted, his voice thick with a sudden, crude excitement.
"Teri beti toh nahi lag rahi, pakka" (She definitely doesn't look like your daughter, that’s for sure), the other chimed in, a yellowed grin stretching across his face.
Everyone laughed at it making Tanvi squirm and dissolve into nothingness.
She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, a searing heat of pure shame. Every step was an agony of exposure. As she leaned forward to place the plates on the low table, the short, coarse saree betrayed her. Without a blouse or bra, her reasonably full and unbound breasts dangled precariously over the edge of the fabric.
The unprotected expanse of the open space, combined with the suffocating terror of being watched, made her nipples stiffen into hard, poking pebbles that protruded visibly against the thin brown cotton. She saw their eyes lock onto her breasts oscillalting, and then devouring the sight of her pale, glowing skin that looked like forbidden silk against the filth of the saree she was cladded in.
"Pani de re, Chikni! Gale mein atak raha hai tujhe dekh ke" (Give us some water, Chikni! It’s getting stuck in my throat just looking at you), the first man demanded, his eyes never leaving the swell of her breasts, especially looking at the two sharp and pointed edge of her nipples.
Tanvi retreated to the kitchen, her breath coming in panicked gulps. Her body felt like it didn't belong to her anymore, Khurram and Devki turned her into a spectacle, a piece of meat being graded.
When she returned with the water, Khurram was leaning back on the tiny steel chair, with a dark, cruel grin playing on his lips, while Devki watched her with a look of pure, transactional amusement.
"Kaun hai ye, Mausi?" (Who is she, Mausi?), the man asked again, shoving a massive clump of dal-soaked roti into his mouth.
"Isne banaya hai kya? Bada swaad hai... agar ye yahan dikhne wali hai, toh main har roz naashta aur khana yahin khayega" (Did she cook this? It’s very tasty... if she’s going to be seen here, then I’ll eat my breakfast and dinner right here every day)
"Meri bhanji hai re, Sundar. Aur haan, ab se ye yahin kaam karegi. Roz aana mat bhoolna" (She’s my niece, Sundar. And yes, from now on she’ll be working here. Don’t forget to come every day), Devki giggled, the sound like dry leaves skittering on a grave.
"What!!!", the word dried in Tanvi’s throat, reduced to a horrified whisper. "I will work here? From now on? What the hell does that mean? My-God...what is happening? Will Khurramji abandon me here? In this mad place? Oooh!", she looked at Khurram, her eyes pleading for a denial, but he only gave a slow, terrifying nod, his gaze commanding her to stay in her role.
"Acha... toh teri bhanji hai. Naam kya hai maal ka? Shadi-shuda hai kya?" (Right... so she's your niece. What’s this piece's name? Is she married or what?) the other man asked, gobbling his food like he was trying to swallow the room whole.
"Ye meri Chikni bhanji hai, bas itna kaafi hai tere liye" (She is my Chikni niece, that's enough for you), Devki dismissed him with a sharp flick of her hand.
Tanvi opened her mouth to protest, to scream that she was a person and not a whore, but the door creaked again. Three more workers, even filthier than the first, their clothes caked in cement dust and grease, stumbled in.
Despite those fleeting thoughts of dismay, Tanvi clearly noticed how the workers stopped dead when they saw her, the shock on their eyes so heavy it was almost like a remembrance, just like the first time when Dattu's face read when he caught her running wild away from his clutches and caught her. A cold shiver came across her body making her whimper with desperation and carnally devilish ecstasy, despite her severely fateful situation.
"Bilkul filmi heroine jaisi lag rahi hai re. Kaun hai tu?" (You look exactly like a film actress. Who the hell are you?), one of the three new men finally managed to stammer.
"Me?, Tanvi’s voice was a ghost of itself.
"Arre, apna bak-bak band karo aur baitho. Wo khana degi tumhein. Meri laddli ladki, ja teen thali aur laga, jaldi kat le!" (Stop your nonsense and sit down to eat. She’ll give you food. You girl, go get three more plates, move it quickly!), Devki half-barked at her.
As Tanvi fled back to the kitchen, the room behind her erupted into a fever of lewd curiosity.
"Sach-mai, aun hai ye, Mausi?" (Who is she really, Mausi?)
"Itni garam cheez kahan se pakad layi?" (Where did you catch such a hot thing from?)
"Umar kya hogi iski?" (What would her age be?)
"Ab se yahin rahegi kya?" (Is she going to stay here from now on?)
"Kuch chance milega kya humein?" (Will we get any chance with her?)
"Main toh ab din-raat yahin pada rahoonga." (I’m going to be lying around here day and night now)
Tanvi’s hands shook with fear of unknown and the metal plates clattered. She felt a wave of nauseating terror creeping into her spine. They were talking about her like she was a new dish on a menu.
"Suno-be haramiyon, dhyan se sun lo. Meri bhanji hai ye, samjhe? Kaun yahan khane aata hai aur kaun roz thopda dikhata hai, sab dekhungi main... tabhi kuch baat aage badhegi... warna NAHI" (Listen you bastards, listen carefully. She is my niece, got it? I’ll watch who comes here to eat and who shows their face every day... only then will things move forward... otherwise, NO!), Devki replied, her voice cold and business-like.
The implication hit Tanvi like a hammer on her head...a punch to her lower belly...
"What nonsense are they talking about!"
"Arrey-Mausi, ek baar...bad ek baar bol de, phir dekh kya koga idhar...tujhe maalamal karega ek baar tu haan kare to. Uss Chikni ki khana itna zordaar hai to uski asli paani kitna meetha hoga?" (Devki Mausi, one time...just once...you give your Greenhithe just one time and then see what will happen. If the food made by that Chkni is this good then how tasty would her 'water' taste like?, the man named Sundar laughed so lewdly that Tanvi felt the prangs of his words turning like pin-ends and pricking her skin all over...
"Sabar ka, Sundar. Tere chance bhi aayega, ab khao barabar, baad main pina bhi milega tujhe" (Relax, Sundar...you just relax and eat now. Chance to drink that 'water' will arrive...you will get the chance to drink it!), Devki’s tone was so heavy and mixed with dramatic pointer at Tanvi.
"What the hell! Does she mean I'm going to be for sale? She’ll let them have me if they bring business? Oh-My-God! Is this what Khurramji meant...that I have to open my legs for whoever he chooses? Oh-Gawd!", her knees buckled, and she had to lean against the soot-covered kitchen wall to keep from collapsing.
"Chalo ab, Mausi, itne saal se tu hi toh sab setting karti aayi hai hamare liye. Ab paise ke liye kyon ro rahi hai? Isliye ki ye Randi itni garam hai? Hamein pata hai ye teri bhanji-wanji nahi hai. Aaj pagaar mili hai hamein... ek chance de de Mausi. Hum dhang se khayega or piyega bhi, tu toh jaanti hai hamein?" (Come on now, Mausi, you’ve been the one arranging everything for us all these years. Why cry for money now? Is it because this whore is so hot? We know she isn't your niece. We got paid today... give us a chance, Mausi. We’ll treat her right, you know us, don't you?)
Tanvi heard the statements and few more whistles as she brought the food for the three new men who sat opposite to Khurram and Devki, watching her every moves. She was clearly aware of the heat she felt from their dirty looks.
Everyone, every male who sat there gawked at her semi-naked state, but more like naked itself and her exposed features like vultures planning to eat it's prey.
Despite the cold wind, she felt it...the heat creeping from her feet, the cold increasing ik her heart, making her legs hot, and ending it right at her core to a cold shudder...her pussy felt the heat...her body felt the cold...both contradicting physical opposites hitting her with shame and embarrassment, she noticed her sex getting excited...all of it for totally unwelcome people and situation.
Every step she took, her breasts bounced, ass swayed, and nipples poked out giving everyone clear indication of what was covered underneath.
"What's your name, slut?", one of the three men stopped her by holding her wrist as she placed his plate on the table.
"Saala, leave her at once. Birmal, I told you many times not to disturb the girls who come here except when I saw yes, you forgot what happened last time?", Devki sprang up and released the hold with a seething look at the seated man named Birmal.
Tanvi turned her head to Khurram seeking silent help. But he just remained seated, without any visible expression on his face. He was enjoying it...her discomfort...her degradation...all of it.
"Okay okay...I am living here, see? But, Mausi, you have to let us have a taste otherwise you won't do business here, you know it well", another man from the three gave a threat.
Suddenly a horn from the front of the Devki's house stopped everyone from talking.
Tanvi's vision wqs blurred like it was shattered of her lost dignity in the flickering light, her bare, naked shoulders shivering as the five men tracked her every movement with the eyes of starving dogs.
"Tera naam kya hai re, randi?" (What's your name, you slut?), one of the three new arrivals almost howled like an animal.
As Tanvi leaned forward, her unbound breasts swaying precariously within the loose brown rag, he reached out and clamped a calloused, grime-stained hand around her slender wrist, pinning her as she tried to place his plate.
Tanvi’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. The touch was electrical and filthy, the rough skin of his palm a direct violation.
"Abey saale, abhi ke abhi haath chhod iska! Birmal, tujhe kitni baar samjhaya hai ki yahan aane wali chhoriyon ko hamesha mat chhed jab tak main 'haan' na bolun? Pichli baar ka bhool gaya kya jo haalat hui thi teri?" (You bastard, leave her hand right now! Birmal, how many times have I explained to you not to bother the girls who come here until I say 'yes'? Have you forgotten what happened to you last time?), Devki sprang up, her voice was a high pitched snarl as she slapped his hand away and glared at the man named Birmal.
Tanvi’s head whipped toward Khurram, her eyes wide, brimming with a suffocating, silent plea for help.
"Please, do something!", she was appalled with terror and silently begged to Khurram.
But, Khurram didn't move. He sat there, his silhouette dark against the soot-stained wall, a faint, sadistic curl to his lips. He wasn't just watching, he was savoring the slutty parade of the slut that he created out of her, looking with an animal glee of her trembling knees, deriving evil pleasure if her public branding as a 'Chikni,' and cruelly happy at the way the laborers were mentally stripping her bare. He was drinking in her total degradation.
"Theek hai, theek hai... hum toh yahin pade hain na? Par Mausi, iska thoda swaad toh chakhne dena padega tujhe, warna yahan tera dhanda nahi chalne wala, ye tu bhi acche se jaanti hai," (Okay, okay... we’re staying right here, aren't we? But Mausi, you’ll have to let us have a taste of this one, otherwise your business won't run here, you know that well enough yourself), another man from the group threatened, his voice dropping into a low, predatory rumble.
"Sahi bol raha hai Birmal. Aisi raseeli randi to naseeb se milti hai idhar. Iska doodh toh nikalna padega aaj" (Birmal is right. Such a juicy whore is rare in this wretched place. We’ll have to drain her milk today), the third man added, his eyes fixed on the yellow, exposed line of Tanvi’s thigh where the short saree failed to cover her.
Suddenly, another sharp, rhythmic horn from the front of the house cut through the filth-laden air, stopping the lewd banter instantly.
"Oh...koi diesel ke liye tapak gaya bahar. Main abhi aayi... lekin agar kisi ne bhi koi galat harkat ki na, toh dekh lena Devki kaun hai. Jaante toh ho hi mujhe, toh majboor mat karna dikhane ke liye," (Shit... someone has dropped in for Diesel outside. I’ll be back quickly... but if anyone makes even one wrong move, you’ll see who Devki is. You already know me, so don’t force me to show it), Devki spat, her eyes darting a final warning to the five men before she turned to leave.
Tanvi stood frozen, the silence of the room now filled with the heavy, synchronized breathing of five men who were no longer eating, but waiting. She felt the cold air on her naked shoulder and the terrifying and contradicting wet heat of her own arousal and fear mixing beneath the thin cotton, leaving her utterly helpless in a place where she would never in her normal life would walk in.
"Pick that food waist, Chikni", Tanvi heard Khurram's voice.
"Finally, he's helping", a tiny smile spread on Tanvi's face as she looked at Khurram to check what he was asking her for. She saw the table cleaning cloth next to his feet. He could easily take it, but as she was servicing, it was her job. She bent forward immediately without any additional thought to it.
"Oh-Good-God!", she heard her voice yelling inside her head the moment she bent to pick the dirty cloth, the damage was already done!
When Tanvi moved to pick the waist, it was a reflex like she did at home. It didn't occur to her what and how she was doing it then!
The damage!
She didn't crouch on her knees, she just leaned her upper torso forward and in that effort, the damage was already complete!
She froze a moment with an unknown emotion blanketing her!
The hem of her cloth at her upper thighs rode high...way too high to expose her ass and clean shaved pussy allowing a sleazy feast to whoever was seated behind her.
And that uncensored view was, to all the five workers!
She just flashed her unprotected and naked pussy and ass to the workers. Her face turned beet red with embarrassment and fright and she stood back immediately. Gasping...heaving...and unable to decide what she has to do to minimise the shame.
"That also, ladki", Khurram nodded again to her feet.
To her horror, he was indicating at some food waist, dirty, lying on the ground. She had no option that listen. Her knees bent to a crouch immediately as she didn't want that expose to be repeated.
"Properly, take it properly, and clean it like you did earlier", she heard his voice and looked up to him with a plea.
Instead of helping her, she was shocked to read a silent message from the old bastard..."show your dirty holes to these dirty assholes". Her facial expression changed to pure terror at the 'ask'. "He wants me to expose myself! Oh-God! Why...why did I succumb to this asshole of a man...why!!!", but she knew screaming or shouting at him or her choices were of no use. His presence at that place was the only comforting point.
Without having any confidence to look behind, Tanvi lifted her hips up, and once again dropped her upper body forward and then face down, stretching her hand to pick the food waist.
The action was simple...but the outcome - severe!
The cold air of the night hit her privates like needles entering her skin. Tanvi felt the reality surrounding her turning into nightmare.
The five men who were spellbound when they got the first view first time, and this time, their mouths were tied their breaths held when they saw the hottest female they ever laid eyes in real life, bending again, allowing them to have the unobstructed view of her privates. Some of them had never seen a woman like her even in their wildest fantasies. Some of them had seen porn but not a living and breathing doll like Tanvi.
But, none of them had seen a woman with her private parts that were shaved...and clean...and pink...and ripe...it was all in front of them...hardly few feet away...their eyes bulged out of their sockets when they watched at her bending forward once again.
The hem of her cloth lifted up from her shapely thighs. The cloth slowly dragged up behind her. The long and pinkish red folds of her pussy got displayed and they took a good view her ass...her two beautifully chiselled globes of pleasure being shown to them shamelessly...to their eyes...to quench that carnal thirst of lust they all held...
As her pussy felt the cold air moving freely on her labials, a sort of euphoria creeper into her mind. The depravity of being naked in public, again...with her full knowledge, the fateful sensations of hot liquid smearing her insides was announced into her brain.
Tanvi had to bite her lips to control her sleazy moan.
Once done with picking the waste and cleaning it, Tanvi lifted to stand up properly. She was clear about the enormity of the damage she brought onto her. But, with no choice given by Khurram, she had to run through the night...no chance left...
Tanvi walked straight back to Kitchen to clean her hands, she felt like she was a real whore for the low-class men. It was dirty. As she almost ran-walked and cleaned, her heart was racing a mile a second. She pulled her cloth a bit down, but it would not slide further. The hold of the knot was too strong at her waistline, or to be more precie - at her pubic-spot, few inchest above her sensitive nubbin.
While doing it, she gasped when she saw where Devki made the knot of her cloth in front.
Her belly was fully unclothed and exposed, her breasts hung just with the grip of the cotton material, sides of her pale skin was more than half-exposed. It was held just an inch above her pubic hair, the little of what Khurram left on her after shaving all of what she had originally.
The men had seen all of it. She felt her rock hard nipples becoming engorged further. But, didn't knew how to counter her body's dirty reactions. She heard Devki returning back, and this time a driver also came along and sat next to Khurram.
"Chikni, ek aur plet leke aa" (Chikni, get one more plate), Tanvi heard the voice of Devki clearly.
She moved quick, and took a plate with the Curry and Rotis to the newly arrived man. Same reaction. Shock at first, then amusement and finally the heat of his lust.
She saw all of that coming from the obese man who sat next to her old man. "My old man! Why would Khurramji be my old man!", a naughty thought escaped her mind and dismissed it immediately. It was not her problem now.
She was objectified, exposed and was at the brink of getting manhandled right there. Though the new comer was an obese looking man, Tanvi was so sure that if all the men decided to do something bad to her, he wouldn't be able to do much. She feared the outcome and it made her knees tremble.
"Tera naam kya hai re chhokri? Aur ye maal kahan se dhund nikaali, Devki?" (What's your name, girl? And where the hell did you find this piece of meat, Devki?), the obese looking Driver asked, his voice a rowdy, gravelly grinding between his teeth.
The obese man, he was a Driver as she deduced by his Khakhi color shirt and was seated next to Khurram and asked her questions. The air changed very much than few minutes ago. It was clear to her that the Driver wasn't just a worker, he was a person who knew he owned the place.
Tanvi was clearly made understood of the dynamics. There was a sort of fear element in everyone's faces all of a sudden. The same fear creeped into her as well.
But for some reason, Khurram did not look happy with the new addition. His facial expression clearly said that animosity to the obese Driver.
"Abhi ke liye ise Chikni hi bulao, Gowdaji. Meri bhanji hai, shehar se aayi hai meri madad karne. Ab main budhi ho rahi hoon na, dekh hi rahe ho?" (Call her Chikni for now, Gowdaji. She's my niece from out of town, came here to help me. I'm getting old, you see?), Devki replied smoothly.
Tanvi let out a sharp, trembling gasp of relief, her vocal cords too paralyzed by shame to offer her real name. She didn't wanted to...but she felt the need to tell him her real name for some unknown reason.
"Hmm...Chikni? Jachta hai is par. Hai toh ekdum garam maal hai, ispe kuch shak nahi. Aur Khurram, aapka kya haal? Bahit saalon baad dikhe yahan. Pichli baar toh woh Moti Safiya thi aapke saath, haina?" (Hmm...Chikni? Suits her. She's one hot bitch, of course. And what about you, Khurram? Haven't seen you here for a long time. Last time, Safiya, was with you, right?), Gowda grunted, his eyes never leaving Tanvi’s shivering form.
"Ji. She didn't want to come tonight," Khurram replied, his voice devoid of any protective warmth but no visible anger either.
"Acha...toh ab Devki ki bhanji ki haath lag gayi hai, kyun?" (Ah, so you've got your hands on Devki's niece instead, eh?)
"Ji, yes," Khurram’s tone was hollow, transactional. Tanvi’s knees knocked together under the short hem of the saree.
A sickening realization crawled over her...Gowda knew the history of this place, the exchange of Khurram and Devki, and the specific roles they played. She felt like an item on a ledger being audited.
Most importantly, she clearly noticed how Gowda addressed her old man 'Khurram', there was no respect, and the tone with which Khurram replied back was not carrying much authority.
Tanvi wondered what it was that she missed to see properly.
"Hamare saath baith na, Chokkri. Sharma kyun rahi hai?" (Why don't you sit with us, Girl? Why are you acting so shy?), Gowda looked up, his eyes locking onto her breasts, tracking the rhythmic, terrified bounce of her unbound mounds against the thin fabric until his gaze settled on the dark, hard points of her nipples.
"Baith ja ladki, Gowdaji apne khaas dost hain," (Sit with him girl, Gowdaji is our close friend), Devki commanded, her voice leaving no room for refusal.
Tanvi sank onto the chair next to Gowda, facing Devki and Khurram next to Gowda. Her knees trembled...her heart went from drums to wild beats...her head tried to slow down from racing into craziness...her spine felt a dreadful chill starting at it's lowest point...and it increased...slowly...but that chill increased it's intensity that made her unable to gasp properly...
The chair was a cold, backless steel frame. As she sat, the short, coarse saree rode up dangerously. She fought a losing battle, her hands frantically trying to keep the hem from creeping past her hips, but it was useless.
The men were to her back. As she sat, and as it was back open chair, she had to fight her level best not to allow the hem of the short cloth from creeping beyond her ass.
The moment she settled, the bare, sensitive skin of her watering pussy made direct, shocking contact with the frigid metal seat. The sudden chill sent a violent, electric tremor straight through her vaginal lips and up her spine. Her entire body jolted, a severe and unmistakable spasm of brutally sinful reaction of her body.
The place erupted.
The five laborers behind her let out a chorus of filthy laughter that felt like a shower of dirt.
"Dekh is kutti ko kaise tadap rahi hai!" (Look at the bitch, how she’s twitching and throbbing!), one of the men shouted with an evil, chesty laugh.
"Pura garam ho rakhi hai saali andar se!" (The slut is completely burning up from the inside!), another man jeered, the sound of his heavy breathing audible over the clatter of plates.
"Mujhe roti chahiye, Chikni! Jaldi la!" (I need Roti, Chikni! Bring it quick), another yelled, his voice cracking with lewd intent.
"Ja, aur jo unhe chahiye woh de de" (Go, and give them what they need, Gowda grunted in a harsh tone that made her skin crawl.
Tanvi scrambled up, her face burning with a shame so deep she wished the earth would swallow her. She moved with a desperate, hunched posture, trying to hide her exposed, shivering backside from the room full of predators as she fled toward the kitchen.
But, as she turned back to Gowda, she was clearly aware that he was watching her every move and it was not dirty like others did - she felt like the Driver was measuring her inch by inch, making his calculations...plans. Her whole body was at his scrutiny. A low and inaudible moan left from her throat as the heat from his eyes went through her skin.
Once inside, she looked out to check what Khurram was doing. She found Gowda and Khurram and Devki whispering to each other...and immediately she knew it was no good. She was going to have some trouble...soon.
She came out with Curry and Rotis, and spread to everyone. Though she stood at close proximity to the men, none of them had the dare to touch her. It lasted with their sleazy comments. Then she stood back a bit, behind Devki.
"Idhar, Chokkri...aaja" (Sit here, Hot Woman, next to me), Gowda asked by pulling a chair next to him.
With the way he kept the chair, it faced all the men opposite them. In fact, Tanvi noted that once she sit on it, she would be facing...them...the lecherous bastards...right at their eyes!
Tanvi looked at Khurram seeking help, but found none. She saw Devki grinning, and this time she saw it...clearly...the woman was aligned with Khurram. Everything that was happening was in line with what they wanted to happen.
They all watched a crestfallen young woman walking to where Gowda was seated, and placing her ass on the chair next to him. Tanvi tried to look at Khurram one last time, but the beefy body of Gowda blocked her vision.
As the three continued their small talk in whispers she couldn’t follow and the men continued to gawk and pass lewd comments, Tanvi sat with her arms crossed at her lap and took a good look at the obese and dark toned Driver.
He looked like a wild animal, a black boar maybe.
Gowda had the usual Khakhi Driver's uniform as shirt, but below was a lungi folded at his hips. His legs were filled with hair, more like an animal and heavy set, not large belly, but a fat person. His skin was rough and almost black, it reminded her of some villain in a movie she watched long back. It was his overall demeanour that made her shiver with fear. If he was to do something to her, that she really doubted was to happen, then her body would be violated, that was the aura of Gowda as she perceived.
Tanvi sat pensively and quiet, and with increasing nervousness.
The way her night of dinner with Khurram had turned into a whole opposite of what she thought and everything that was to happen was a huge - unknown.
Tanvi felt a cold, jagged tremor seizing her limbs as she stood in that wretched brown obese monster of a man, every fiber of her being screaming to flee, yet her feet felt rooted in the filth of the floor.
"Wah-re Chokkri, maza aa gaya khane mein! Mast saalan banaya hai tune" (Girl, I really enjoyed eating on this! You’ve made a great curry), Gowda paused an lingered his sandpaper voice making Tanvi to fail to respond.
Grinning at her scared expression, the Driver continued. "Devki ne pehle hi bataya tha ki ye majedaar khana tere hi hathon ka hai. Agli baar jab main tapkunga yahan, toh badhiya macchi launga, mere liye ekdum kadak macchi fry bana dena, samjhi?" (Devki already told me this juicy food was by your hands. Next time I drop in here, I’ll bring some fresh fish, make a real strong and spicy fish fry for me, got it? I like it...SPICEY") Gowda grunted.
His eyes didn't just looked at her, they feasted on her, going from one are to other with piercing look that got injected into her skin. He was clearly amused by the color tone of her sharp, pointed nipples that were clearly visible through the thin cotton.
Tanvi felt a surge of violent indignation, she wanted to give a slap to that leering face, but the sheer weight of her helplessness forced her to sit and nod in silent, shamed agreement.
Gowda then took the water and sloppily washed his hands, splashing the dirty, grey runoff onto the ground behind him.
"Abey, pochne ke liye kuch de mujhe," (Give me something to wipe with), he barked, turning his massive, towering girthy frame towards her.
The men opposite watched her like hawks, their eyes tracing the vulnerable line of her throat and the tremble in her hands, not missing a single second of her mounting terror.
"Ji...?", Tanvi whispered, her confusion mixing with a sickening sense of dread as she looked at Gowda’s dark, hooded face and his thick, imposing moustache.
"Kaan mein lund ghusa hai kya? Bola na, hath pochne ke liye kuch nikal, Saali Chokkri," (Have you got a dick in your ear? I said, get something for me to wipe my hands, Slut) he repeated, his expression unreadable and cold.
"Main...main...main abhi kitchen se kapda lekar aati hoon" (I...I don't have... I’ll bring a cloth from the kitchen right now), Tanvi replied frantically, starting to rise, her body desperate for any excuse to move away from his suffocating proximity.
"Arrey ladki, kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai re? Tu bas mere paas hi baith! Kapda toh tere paas hi hai, main bas tujhse maang raha tha ki mujhe pakda de," (Woman, there is no need to go anywhere, you just sit right here by me. You have the cloth right there, I was just asking you to hand it over to me), he growled with his gaze dropping to her shoulder, specifically to the loosely dbangd pallu.
"Oh-no... not my dress", Tanvi’s eyes bulged with a startled horror. The realization hit her brain with a fierce jolt that shook her entire body. He wasn't asking for a rag or cloth...
He was asking for her modesty.
Her mind spiralled, picturing the absolute exposure that would follow.
She felt herself freezing, her skin crawling as if a thousand insects were skating over her bare shoulders.
"Pyaar se maang raha hoon toh de de, ladki. Khurram aur Devki ko acchi tarah pata hai kya hota hai jab koi meri baat nahi sunta, haina re?" (Give it to me when I'm asking nicely, woman. Khurram and Devki know very well what happens when someone doesn't listen to me, don't they?) Gowda turned and fixed Khurram with a heavy, venomous stare.
Tanvi saw the brief flash of resistance in Khurram's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, transactional acceptance. He wasn't going to save her. He gave her a sharp, silent nod, permission for her public stripping.
"Oh-God! Noo! Nooo!!! DA'ME!!!" the scream remained trapped behind her teeth, echoing in the hollow of her chest.
The absolute helplessness of her situation rendered her mute, leaving only a broken, animalistic groan of protest.
He was asking for her saree-pallu to wipe himself!
"Chal ab, de mujhe" (Come-on now, give it to me), Gowda whispered in a very lewd tone with a sly twist of his large, bawdy lips, turning his full, lust-filled face toward her.
Tanvi couldn't move an inch. She was in a statue of pure agony, staring into the driver’s predatory eyes. Tears welled and spilled over, blurring her vision as she realized just how far she had sunk into the very gutter of filth she had always looked down upon.
Her stomach churned with a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might faint.
"Haraami randi! Teen baar pyaar se bola na maine?" (Bloody whore! I asked you nicely three times, didn't I?), as he roared with a sudden, violent anger, Gowda reached out and gripped the pallu on her shoulder, yanking it down from her neck...and past her arm with a brutal, and barbaric snap.
The sudden pull of her pallu!
While she readied the plates for the men outside, she took a look through the tiny window and saw two filthy looking men sitting next to Khurram and Devki's table. She saw their tool bags and assumed that they would've returned after work. By looking at them, her mind raced immediately to the man whom she serviced in the train, and an unwanted comparison between all of those whom she met that evening and night with Dattu...and she was totally unable to rationalize why that thought darted into her head at an instant.
Despite the revolting thoughts, she took the plates and walked out.
As Tanvi stepped out of the shadows, the silence that fell was more shameful than any noise.
The stench of beedi mixed with grime and filth were everywhere around her despite they all being in an open space.
A sharp tremor of fear came through her spine when she looked at the people who were seated next to Khurram and Devki!
And...they saw her!
Tanvi heard few gasps, and it came with lewd whistles, very much audible and as she looked past Khurram and Devki, it was evident that the voices came from the workers whose faces clearly conveyed their shock and surprise as she approached their table.
"Arre Mausi, ye kaunsa naya maal leke diya tune?" (Mausi, what kind of new piece of meat have you brought us tonight?), one of the men grunted, his voice thick with a sudden, crude excitement.
"Teri beti toh nahi lag rahi, pakka" (She definitely doesn't look like your daughter, that’s for sure), the other chimed in, a yellowed grin stretching across his face.
Everyone laughed at it making Tanvi squirm and dissolve into nothingness.
She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, a searing heat of pure shame. Every step was an agony of exposure. As she leaned forward to place the plates on the low table, the short, coarse saree betrayed her. Without a blouse or bra, her reasonably full and unbound breasts dangled precariously over the edge of the fabric.
The unprotected expanse of the open space, combined with the suffocating terror of being watched, made her nipples stiffen into hard, poking pebbles that protruded visibly against the thin brown cotton. She saw their eyes lock onto her breasts oscillalting, and then devouring the sight of her pale, glowing skin that looked like forbidden silk against the filth of the saree she was cladded in.
"Pani de re, Chikni! Gale mein atak raha hai tujhe dekh ke" (Give us some water, Chikni! It’s getting stuck in my throat just looking at you), the first man demanded, his eyes never leaving the swell of her breasts, especially looking at the two sharp and pointed edge of her nipples.
Tanvi retreated to the kitchen, her breath coming in panicked gulps. Her body felt like it didn't belong to her anymore, Khurram and Devki turned her into a spectacle, a piece of meat being graded.
When she returned with the water, Khurram was leaning back on the tiny steel chair, with a dark, cruel grin playing on his lips, while Devki watched her with a look of pure, transactional amusement.
"Kaun hai ye, Mausi?" (Who is she, Mausi?), the man asked again, shoving a massive clump of dal-soaked roti into his mouth.
"Isne banaya hai kya? Bada swaad hai... agar ye yahan dikhne wali hai, toh main har roz naashta aur khana yahin khayega" (Did she cook this? It’s very tasty... if she’s going to be seen here, then I’ll eat my breakfast and dinner right here every day)
"Meri bhanji hai re, Sundar. Aur haan, ab se ye yahin kaam karegi. Roz aana mat bhoolna" (She’s my niece, Sundar. And yes, from now on she’ll be working here. Don’t forget to come every day), Devki giggled, the sound like dry leaves skittering on a grave.
"What!!!", the word dried in Tanvi’s throat, reduced to a horrified whisper. "I will work here? From now on? What the hell does that mean? My-God...what is happening? Will Khurramji abandon me here? In this mad place? Oooh!", she looked at Khurram, her eyes pleading for a denial, but he only gave a slow, terrifying nod, his gaze commanding her to stay in her role.
"Acha... toh teri bhanji hai. Naam kya hai maal ka? Shadi-shuda hai kya?" (Right... so she's your niece. What’s this piece's name? Is she married or what?) the other man asked, gobbling his food like he was trying to swallow the room whole.
"Ye meri Chikni bhanji hai, bas itna kaafi hai tere liye" (She is my Chikni niece, that's enough for you), Devki dismissed him with a sharp flick of her hand.
Tanvi opened her mouth to protest, to scream that she was a person and not a whore, but the door creaked again. Three more workers, even filthier than the first, their clothes caked in cement dust and grease, stumbled in.
Despite those fleeting thoughts of dismay, Tanvi clearly noticed how the workers stopped dead when they saw her, the shock on their eyes so heavy it was almost like a remembrance, just like the first time when Dattu's face read when he caught her running wild away from his clutches and caught her. A cold shiver came across her body making her whimper with desperation and carnally devilish ecstasy, despite her severely fateful situation.
"Bilkul filmi heroine jaisi lag rahi hai re. Kaun hai tu?" (You look exactly like a film actress. Who the hell are you?), one of the three new men finally managed to stammer.
"Me?, Tanvi’s voice was a ghost of itself.
"Arre, apna bak-bak band karo aur baitho. Wo khana degi tumhein. Meri laddli ladki, ja teen thali aur laga, jaldi kat le!" (Stop your nonsense and sit down to eat. She’ll give you food. You girl, go get three more plates, move it quickly!), Devki half-barked at her.
As Tanvi fled back to the kitchen, the room behind her erupted into a fever of lewd curiosity.
"Sach-mai, aun hai ye, Mausi?" (Who is she really, Mausi?)
"Itni garam cheez kahan se pakad layi?" (Where did you catch such a hot thing from?)
"Umar kya hogi iski?" (What would her age be?)
"Ab se yahin rahegi kya?" (Is she going to stay here from now on?)
"Kuch chance milega kya humein?" (Will we get any chance with her?)
"Main toh ab din-raat yahin pada rahoonga." (I’m going to be lying around here day and night now)
Tanvi’s hands shook with fear of unknown and the metal plates clattered. She felt a wave of nauseating terror creeping into her spine. They were talking about her like she was a new dish on a menu.
"Suno-be haramiyon, dhyan se sun lo. Meri bhanji hai ye, samjhe? Kaun yahan khane aata hai aur kaun roz thopda dikhata hai, sab dekhungi main... tabhi kuch baat aage badhegi... warna NAHI" (Listen you bastards, listen carefully. She is my niece, got it? I’ll watch who comes here to eat and who shows their face every day... only then will things move forward... otherwise, NO!), Devki replied, her voice cold and business-like.
The implication hit Tanvi like a hammer on her head...a punch to her lower belly...
"What nonsense are they talking about!"
"Arrey-Mausi, ek baar...bad ek baar bol de, phir dekh kya koga idhar...tujhe maalamal karega ek baar tu haan kare to. Uss Chikni ki khana itna zordaar hai to uski asli paani kitna meetha hoga?" (Devki Mausi, one time...just once...you give your Greenhithe just one time and then see what will happen. If the food made by that Chkni is this good then how tasty would her 'water' taste like?, the man named Sundar laughed so lewdly that Tanvi felt the prangs of his words turning like pin-ends and pricking her skin all over...
"Sabar ka, Sundar. Tere chance bhi aayega, ab khao barabar, baad main pina bhi milega tujhe" (Relax, Sundar...you just relax and eat now. Chance to drink that 'water' will arrive...you will get the chance to drink it!), Devki’s tone was so heavy and mixed with dramatic pointer at Tanvi.
"What the hell! Does she mean I'm going to be for sale? She’ll let them have me if they bring business? Oh-My-God! Is this what Khurramji meant...that I have to open my legs for whoever he chooses? Oh-Gawd!", her knees buckled, and she had to lean against the soot-covered kitchen wall to keep from collapsing.
"Chalo ab, Mausi, itne saal se tu hi toh sab setting karti aayi hai hamare liye. Ab paise ke liye kyon ro rahi hai? Isliye ki ye Randi itni garam hai? Hamein pata hai ye teri bhanji-wanji nahi hai. Aaj pagaar mili hai hamein... ek chance de de Mausi. Hum dhang se khayega or piyega bhi, tu toh jaanti hai hamein?" (Come on now, Mausi, you’ve been the one arranging everything for us all these years. Why cry for money now? Is it because this whore is so hot? We know she isn't your niece. We got paid today... give us a chance, Mausi. We’ll treat her right, you know us, don't you?)
Tanvi heard the statements and few more whistles as she brought the food for the three new men who sat opposite to Khurram and Devki, watching her every moves. She was clearly aware of the heat she felt from their dirty looks.
Everyone, every male who sat there gawked at her semi-naked state, but more like naked itself and her exposed features like vultures planning to eat it's prey.
Despite the cold wind, she felt it...the heat creeping from her feet, the cold increasing ik her heart, making her legs hot, and ending it right at her core to a cold shudder...her pussy felt the heat...her body felt the cold...both contradicting physical opposites hitting her with shame and embarrassment, she noticed her sex getting excited...all of it for totally unwelcome people and situation.
Every step she took, her breasts bounced, ass swayed, and nipples poked out giving everyone clear indication of what was covered underneath.
"What's your name, slut?", one of the three men stopped her by holding her wrist as she placed his plate on the table.
"Saala, leave her at once. Birmal, I told you many times not to disturb the girls who come here except when I saw yes, you forgot what happened last time?", Devki sprang up and released the hold with a seething look at the seated man named Birmal.
Tanvi turned her head to Khurram seeking silent help. But he just remained seated, without any visible expression on his face. He was enjoying it...her discomfort...her degradation...all of it.
"Okay okay...I am living here, see? But, Mausi, you have to let us have a taste otherwise you won't do business here, you know it well", another man from the three gave a threat.
Suddenly a horn from the front of the Devki's house stopped everyone from talking.
Tanvi's vision wqs blurred like it was shattered of her lost dignity in the flickering light, her bare, naked shoulders shivering as the five men tracked her every movement with the eyes of starving dogs.
"Tera naam kya hai re, randi?" (What's your name, you slut?), one of the three new arrivals almost howled like an animal.
As Tanvi leaned forward, her unbound breasts swaying precariously within the loose brown rag, he reached out and clamped a calloused, grime-stained hand around her slender wrist, pinning her as she tried to place his plate.
Tanvi’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. The touch was electrical and filthy, the rough skin of his palm a direct violation.
"Abey saale, abhi ke abhi haath chhod iska! Birmal, tujhe kitni baar samjhaya hai ki yahan aane wali chhoriyon ko hamesha mat chhed jab tak main 'haan' na bolun? Pichli baar ka bhool gaya kya jo haalat hui thi teri?" (You bastard, leave her hand right now! Birmal, how many times have I explained to you not to bother the girls who come here until I say 'yes'? Have you forgotten what happened to you last time?), Devki sprang up, her voice was a high pitched snarl as she slapped his hand away and glared at the man named Birmal.
Tanvi’s head whipped toward Khurram, her eyes wide, brimming with a suffocating, silent plea for help.
"Please, do something!", she was appalled with terror and silently begged to Khurram.
But, Khurram didn't move. He sat there, his silhouette dark against the soot-stained wall, a faint, sadistic curl to his lips. He wasn't just watching, he was savoring the slutty parade of the slut that he created out of her, looking with an animal glee of her trembling knees, deriving evil pleasure if her public branding as a 'Chikni,' and cruelly happy at the way the laborers were mentally stripping her bare. He was drinking in her total degradation.
"Theek hai, theek hai... hum toh yahin pade hain na? Par Mausi, iska thoda swaad toh chakhne dena padega tujhe, warna yahan tera dhanda nahi chalne wala, ye tu bhi acche se jaanti hai," (Okay, okay... we’re staying right here, aren't we? But Mausi, you’ll have to let us have a taste of this one, otherwise your business won't run here, you know that well enough yourself), another man from the group threatened, his voice dropping into a low, predatory rumble.
"Sahi bol raha hai Birmal. Aisi raseeli randi to naseeb se milti hai idhar. Iska doodh toh nikalna padega aaj" (Birmal is right. Such a juicy whore is rare in this wretched place. We’ll have to drain her milk today), the third man added, his eyes fixed on the yellow, exposed line of Tanvi’s thigh where the short saree failed to cover her.
Suddenly, another sharp, rhythmic horn from the front of the house cut through the filth-laden air, stopping the lewd banter instantly.
"Oh...koi diesel ke liye tapak gaya bahar. Main abhi aayi... lekin agar kisi ne bhi koi galat harkat ki na, toh dekh lena Devki kaun hai. Jaante toh ho hi mujhe, toh majboor mat karna dikhane ke liye," (Shit... someone has dropped in for Diesel outside. I’ll be back quickly... but if anyone makes even one wrong move, you’ll see who Devki is. You already know me, so don’t force me to show it), Devki spat, her eyes darting a final warning to the five men before she turned to leave.
Tanvi stood frozen, the silence of the room now filled with the heavy, synchronized breathing of five men who were no longer eating, but waiting. She felt the cold air on her naked shoulder and the terrifying and contradicting wet heat of her own arousal and fear mixing beneath the thin cotton, leaving her utterly helpless in a place where she would never in her normal life would walk in.
"Pick that food waist, Chikni", Tanvi heard Khurram's voice.
"Finally, he's helping", a tiny smile spread on Tanvi's face as she looked at Khurram to check what he was asking her for. She saw the table cleaning cloth next to his feet. He could easily take it, but as she was servicing, it was her job. She bent forward immediately without any additional thought to it.
"Oh-Good-God!", she heard her voice yelling inside her head the moment she bent to pick the dirty cloth, the damage was already done!
When Tanvi moved to pick the waist, it was a reflex like she did at home. It didn't occur to her what and how she was doing it then!
The damage!
She didn't crouch on her knees, she just leaned her upper torso forward and in that effort, the damage was already complete!
She froze a moment with an unknown emotion blanketing her!
The hem of her cloth at her upper thighs rode high...way too high to expose her ass and clean shaved pussy allowing a sleazy feast to whoever was seated behind her.
And that uncensored view was, to all the five workers!
She just flashed her unprotected and naked pussy and ass to the workers. Her face turned beet red with embarrassment and fright and she stood back immediately. Gasping...heaving...and unable to decide what she has to do to minimise the shame.
"That also, ladki", Khurram nodded again to her feet.
To her horror, he was indicating at some food waist, dirty, lying on the ground. She had no option that listen. Her knees bent to a crouch immediately as she didn't want that expose to be repeated.
"Properly, take it properly, and clean it like you did earlier", she heard his voice and looked up to him with a plea.
Instead of helping her, she was shocked to read a silent message from the old bastard..."show your dirty holes to these dirty assholes". Her facial expression changed to pure terror at the 'ask'. "He wants me to expose myself! Oh-God! Why...why did I succumb to this asshole of a man...why!!!", but she knew screaming or shouting at him or her choices were of no use. His presence at that place was the only comforting point.
Without having any confidence to look behind, Tanvi lifted her hips up, and once again dropped her upper body forward and then face down, stretching her hand to pick the food waist.
The action was simple...but the outcome - severe!
The cold air of the night hit her privates like needles entering her skin. Tanvi felt the reality surrounding her turning into nightmare.
The five men who were spellbound when they got the first view first time, and this time, their mouths were tied their breaths held when they saw the hottest female they ever laid eyes in real life, bending again, allowing them to have the unobstructed view of her privates. Some of them had never seen a woman like her even in their wildest fantasies. Some of them had seen porn but not a living and breathing doll like Tanvi.
But, none of them had seen a woman with her private parts that were shaved...and clean...and pink...and ripe...it was all in front of them...hardly few feet away...their eyes bulged out of their sockets when they watched at her bending forward once again.
The hem of her cloth lifted up from her shapely thighs. The cloth slowly dragged up behind her. The long and pinkish red folds of her pussy got displayed and they took a good view her ass...her two beautifully chiselled globes of pleasure being shown to them shamelessly...to their eyes...to quench that carnal thirst of lust they all held...
As her pussy felt the cold air moving freely on her labials, a sort of euphoria creeper into her mind. The depravity of being naked in public, again...with her full knowledge, the fateful sensations of hot liquid smearing her insides was announced into her brain.
Tanvi had to bite her lips to control her sleazy moan.
Once done with picking the waste and cleaning it, Tanvi lifted to stand up properly. She was clear about the enormity of the damage she brought onto her. But, with no choice given by Khurram, she had to run through the night...no chance left...
Tanvi walked straight back to Kitchen to clean her hands, she felt like she was a real whore for the low-class men. It was dirty. As she almost ran-walked and cleaned, her heart was racing a mile a second. She pulled her cloth a bit down, but it would not slide further. The hold of the knot was too strong at her waistline, or to be more precie - at her pubic-spot, few inchest above her sensitive nubbin.
While doing it, she gasped when she saw where Devki made the knot of her cloth in front.
Her belly was fully unclothed and exposed, her breasts hung just with the grip of the cotton material, sides of her pale skin was more than half-exposed. It was held just an inch above her pubic hair, the little of what Khurram left on her after shaving all of what she had originally.
The men had seen all of it. She felt her rock hard nipples becoming engorged further. But, didn't knew how to counter her body's dirty reactions. She heard Devki returning back, and this time a driver also came along and sat next to Khurram.
"Chikni, ek aur plet leke aa" (Chikni, get one more plate), Tanvi heard the voice of Devki clearly.
She moved quick, and took a plate with the Curry and Rotis to the newly arrived man. Same reaction. Shock at first, then amusement and finally the heat of his lust.
She saw all of that coming from the obese man who sat next to her old man. "My old man! Why would Khurramji be my old man!", a naughty thought escaped her mind and dismissed it immediately. It was not her problem now.
She was objectified, exposed and was at the brink of getting manhandled right there. Though the new comer was an obese looking man, Tanvi was so sure that if all the men decided to do something bad to her, he wouldn't be able to do much. She feared the outcome and it made her knees tremble.
"Tera naam kya hai re chhokri? Aur ye maal kahan se dhund nikaali, Devki?" (What's your name, girl? And where the hell did you find this piece of meat, Devki?), the obese looking Driver asked, his voice a rowdy, gravelly grinding between his teeth.
The obese man, he was a Driver as she deduced by his Khakhi color shirt and was seated next to Khurram and asked her questions. The air changed very much than few minutes ago. It was clear to her that the Driver wasn't just a worker, he was a person who knew he owned the place.
Tanvi was clearly made understood of the dynamics. There was a sort of fear element in everyone's faces all of a sudden. The same fear creeped into her as well.
But for some reason, Khurram did not look happy with the new addition. His facial expression clearly said that animosity to the obese Driver.
"Abhi ke liye ise Chikni hi bulao, Gowdaji. Meri bhanji hai, shehar se aayi hai meri madad karne. Ab main budhi ho rahi hoon na, dekh hi rahe ho?" (Call her Chikni for now, Gowdaji. She's my niece from out of town, came here to help me. I'm getting old, you see?), Devki replied smoothly.
Tanvi let out a sharp, trembling gasp of relief, her vocal cords too paralyzed by shame to offer her real name. She didn't wanted to...but she felt the need to tell him her real name for some unknown reason.
"Hmm...Chikni? Jachta hai is par. Hai toh ekdum garam maal hai, ispe kuch shak nahi. Aur Khurram, aapka kya haal? Bahit saalon baad dikhe yahan. Pichli baar toh woh Moti Safiya thi aapke saath, haina?" (Hmm...Chikni? Suits her. She's one hot bitch, of course. And what about you, Khurram? Haven't seen you here for a long time. Last time, Safiya, was with you, right?), Gowda grunted, his eyes never leaving Tanvi’s shivering form.
"Ji. She didn't want to come tonight," Khurram replied, his voice devoid of any protective warmth but no visible anger either.
"Acha...toh ab Devki ki bhanji ki haath lag gayi hai, kyun?" (Ah, so you've got your hands on Devki's niece instead, eh?)
"Ji, yes," Khurram’s tone was hollow, transactional. Tanvi’s knees knocked together under the short hem of the saree.
A sickening realization crawled over her...Gowda knew the history of this place, the exchange of Khurram and Devki, and the specific roles they played. She felt like an item on a ledger being audited.
Most importantly, she clearly noticed how Gowda addressed her old man 'Khurram', there was no respect, and the tone with which Khurram replied back was not carrying much authority.
Tanvi wondered what it was that she missed to see properly.
"Hamare saath baith na, Chokkri. Sharma kyun rahi hai?" (Why don't you sit with us, Girl? Why are you acting so shy?), Gowda looked up, his eyes locking onto her breasts, tracking the rhythmic, terrified bounce of her unbound mounds against the thin fabric until his gaze settled on the dark, hard points of her nipples.
"Baith ja ladki, Gowdaji apne khaas dost hain," (Sit with him girl, Gowdaji is our close friend), Devki commanded, her voice leaving no room for refusal.
Tanvi sank onto the chair next to Gowda, facing Devki and Khurram next to Gowda. Her knees trembled...her heart went from drums to wild beats...her head tried to slow down from racing into craziness...her spine felt a dreadful chill starting at it's lowest point...and it increased...slowly...but that chill increased it's intensity that made her unable to gasp properly...
The chair was a cold, backless steel frame. As she sat, the short, coarse saree rode up dangerously. She fought a losing battle, her hands frantically trying to keep the hem from creeping past her hips, but it was useless.
The men were to her back. As she sat, and as it was back open chair, she had to fight her level best not to allow the hem of the short cloth from creeping beyond her ass.
The moment she settled, the bare, sensitive skin of her watering pussy made direct, shocking contact with the frigid metal seat. The sudden chill sent a violent, electric tremor straight through her vaginal lips and up her spine. Her entire body jolted, a severe and unmistakable spasm of brutally sinful reaction of her body.
The place erupted.
The five laborers behind her let out a chorus of filthy laughter that felt like a shower of dirt.
"Dekh is kutti ko kaise tadap rahi hai!" (Look at the bitch, how she’s twitching and throbbing!), one of the men shouted with an evil, chesty laugh.
"Pura garam ho rakhi hai saali andar se!" (The slut is completely burning up from the inside!), another man jeered, the sound of his heavy breathing audible over the clatter of plates.
"Mujhe roti chahiye, Chikni! Jaldi la!" (I need Roti, Chikni! Bring it quick), another yelled, his voice cracking with lewd intent.
"Ja, aur jo unhe chahiye woh de de" (Go, and give them what they need, Gowda grunted in a harsh tone that made her skin crawl.
Tanvi scrambled up, her face burning with a shame so deep she wished the earth would swallow her. She moved with a desperate, hunched posture, trying to hide her exposed, shivering backside from the room full of predators as she fled toward the kitchen.
But, as she turned back to Gowda, she was clearly aware that he was watching her every move and it was not dirty like others did - she felt like the Driver was measuring her inch by inch, making his calculations...plans. Her whole body was at his scrutiny. A low and inaudible moan left from her throat as the heat from his eyes went through her skin.
Once inside, she looked out to check what Khurram was doing. She found Gowda and Khurram and Devki whispering to each other...and immediately she knew it was no good. She was going to have some trouble...soon.
She came out with Curry and Rotis, and spread to everyone. Though she stood at close proximity to the men, none of them had the dare to touch her. It lasted with their sleazy comments. Then she stood back a bit, behind Devki.
"Idhar, Chokkri...aaja" (Sit here, Hot Woman, next to me), Gowda asked by pulling a chair next to him.
With the way he kept the chair, it faced all the men opposite them. In fact, Tanvi noted that once she sit on it, she would be facing...them...the lecherous bastards...right at their eyes!
Tanvi looked at Khurram seeking help, but found none. She saw Devki grinning, and this time she saw it...clearly...the woman was aligned with Khurram. Everything that was happening was in line with what they wanted to happen.
They all watched a crestfallen young woman walking to where Gowda was seated, and placing her ass on the chair next to him. Tanvi tried to look at Khurram one last time, but the beefy body of Gowda blocked her vision.
As the three continued their small talk in whispers she couldn’t follow and the men continued to gawk and pass lewd comments, Tanvi sat with her arms crossed at her lap and took a good look at the obese and dark toned Driver.
He looked like a wild animal, a black boar maybe.
Gowda had the usual Khakhi Driver's uniform as shirt, but below was a lungi folded at his hips. His legs were filled with hair, more like an animal and heavy set, not large belly, but a fat person. His skin was rough and almost black, it reminded her of some villain in a movie she watched long back. It was his overall demeanour that made her shiver with fear. If he was to do something to her, that she really doubted was to happen, then her body would be violated, that was the aura of Gowda as she perceived.
Tanvi sat pensively and quiet, and with increasing nervousness.
The way her night of dinner with Khurram had turned into a whole opposite of what she thought and everything that was to happen was a huge - unknown.
Tanvi felt a cold, jagged tremor seizing her limbs as she stood in that wretched brown obese monster of a man, every fiber of her being screaming to flee, yet her feet felt rooted in the filth of the floor.
"Wah-re Chokkri, maza aa gaya khane mein! Mast saalan banaya hai tune" (Girl, I really enjoyed eating on this! You’ve made a great curry), Gowda paused an lingered his sandpaper voice making Tanvi to fail to respond.
Grinning at her scared expression, the Driver continued. "Devki ne pehle hi bataya tha ki ye majedaar khana tere hi hathon ka hai. Agli baar jab main tapkunga yahan, toh badhiya macchi launga, mere liye ekdum kadak macchi fry bana dena, samjhi?" (Devki already told me this juicy food was by your hands. Next time I drop in here, I’ll bring some fresh fish, make a real strong and spicy fish fry for me, got it? I like it...SPICEY") Gowda grunted.
His eyes didn't just looked at her, they feasted on her, going from one are to other with piercing look that got injected into her skin. He was clearly amused by the color tone of her sharp, pointed nipples that were clearly visible through the thin cotton.
Tanvi felt a surge of violent indignation, she wanted to give a slap to that leering face, but the sheer weight of her helplessness forced her to sit and nod in silent, shamed agreement.
Gowda then took the water and sloppily washed his hands, splashing the dirty, grey runoff onto the ground behind him.
"Abey, pochne ke liye kuch de mujhe," (Give me something to wipe with), he barked, turning his massive, towering girthy frame towards her.
The men opposite watched her like hawks, their eyes tracing the vulnerable line of her throat and the tremble in her hands, not missing a single second of her mounting terror.
"Ji...?", Tanvi whispered, her confusion mixing with a sickening sense of dread as she looked at Gowda’s dark, hooded face and his thick, imposing moustache.
"Kaan mein lund ghusa hai kya? Bola na, hath pochne ke liye kuch nikal, Saali Chokkri," (Have you got a dick in your ear? I said, get something for me to wipe my hands, Slut) he repeated, his expression unreadable and cold.
"Main...main...main abhi kitchen se kapda lekar aati hoon" (I...I don't have... I’ll bring a cloth from the kitchen right now), Tanvi replied frantically, starting to rise, her body desperate for any excuse to move away from his suffocating proximity.
"Arrey ladki, kahin jaane ki zaroorat nahi hai re? Tu bas mere paas hi baith! Kapda toh tere paas hi hai, main bas tujhse maang raha tha ki mujhe pakda de," (Woman, there is no need to go anywhere, you just sit right here by me. You have the cloth right there, I was just asking you to hand it over to me), he growled with his gaze dropping to her shoulder, specifically to the loosely dbangd pallu.
"Oh-no... not my dress", Tanvi’s eyes bulged with a startled horror. The realization hit her brain with a fierce jolt that shook her entire body. He wasn't asking for a rag or cloth...
He was asking for her modesty.
Her mind spiralled, picturing the absolute exposure that would follow.
She felt herself freezing, her skin crawling as if a thousand insects were skating over her bare shoulders.
"Pyaar se maang raha hoon toh de de, ladki. Khurram aur Devki ko acchi tarah pata hai kya hota hai jab koi meri baat nahi sunta, haina re?" (Give it to me when I'm asking nicely, woman. Khurram and Devki know very well what happens when someone doesn't listen to me, don't they?) Gowda turned and fixed Khurram with a heavy, venomous stare.
Tanvi saw the brief flash of resistance in Khurram's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, transactional acceptance. He wasn't going to save her. He gave her a sharp, silent nod, permission for her public stripping.
"Oh-God! Noo! Nooo!!! DA'ME!!!" the scream remained trapped behind her teeth, echoing in the hollow of her chest.
The absolute helplessness of her situation rendered her mute, leaving only a broken, animalistic groan of protest.
He was asking for her saree-pallu to wipe himself!
"Chal ab, de mujhe" (Come-on now, give it to me), Gowda whispered in a very lewd tone with a sly twist of his large, bawdy lips, turning his full, lust-filled face toward her.
Tanvi couldn't move an inch. She was in a statue of pure agony, staring into the driver’s predatory eyes. Tears welled and spilled over, blurring her vision as she realized just how far she had sunk into the very gutter of filth she had always looked down upon.
Her stomach churned with a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might faint.
"Haraami randi! Teen baar pyaar se bola na maine?" (Bloody whore! I asked you nicely three times, didn't I?), as he roared with a sudden, violent anger, Gowda reached out and gripped the pallu on her shoulder, yanking it down from her neck...and past her arm with a brutal, and barbaric snap.
The sudden pull of her pallu!
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