Erotic story from Pars Area Part 1
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fictional and pure imagination of the Author. Same / Similar striking resemblance is a pure coincidence.
TBC = To Be Continued.
UPDATE: FINALLY writing this on laptop so will get so much written (11/07/23).
Anil Kapoor took a long drag of the cigarette. HEY! If that Bollywood actor crossed your mind am not about him. But you may not be far off. "Yaar Kunal. Let me tell you... women are complicated creatures," he began, sat in his comfy armchair as "Tera jadoo jhlgya" played on a very low volume on the radio. I sat next to him on the double seater that had seen better days. Anil was lost in his thoughts. I stared at him like a man staring at stone, expecting gold to emerge. Anil gives a clueless expression on his face. But his wisdom lies beneath all this.
"How is Sahota Sahib these days?" He began.
"He's fine. His kids are growing up..."
"Yes!" Anil chimed in. "She's only 16 and already getting off with boys! Funny" he giggled.
"His brother has gone back to the States," I slowly and thoughtfully changed the subject. I have many Sarkaars that I work for around Pars area. I cannot tolerate hearing gossips from the home which feeds me and my family. Anil took another drag, the cigarette already coming down 3/4 way to the butt end being held by his slim fingers. Anil is the type to hold more and smoke less. "Gulabi Aankhei" was now playing on the radio. My all time favourite classic.
"Yaar Kunal!" Oh yes. Here we go. Another story. Majority of my Sunday afternoon was spent with Anil. This is my only time off from work. Other days am hard to get a hold of as I will be in my Masters and MehmSahibs house doing the cleaning and the laundry. That's it my only job. "You heard about me and Meenakshi?" News here got around faster than a burning out matchstick. "Yes... well, all I know is you tried getting off with her 5 years ago?"
"Seven," he corrected. "Glad I am still not divorced. Am sure you heard it from Khanna's house things like "He had sex with her" or "Sanjay is the real father!"
"So you did it with... your own Bhabi Ji?" I felt sick and didn't want to hear it. "Kunal... your obviously a Dumbo!" I suppressed a cringe I hated when everyone called me that... "A naiive person, clueless. But here's the truth what happened 7 years ago.
"My sis in law and brother wanted to go to the UK. To settle and become permanent." I listened but didn't say anything. Was Anil going to tell me what happened!? It's about time. She was trying to get pregnant but didn't succeed. Even the first child was an accident and today he's a mischievous brat who needs to be sent to a correctional facility for naughty kids."
"But I think Ranvir's not that naughty?"
"He has ADHD I bet... Anyways. Before Meenakshi left for the UK she approached me. She said "Anil! I wish to get pregnant. It's not working with Sanjeev. Can you... can you please help?" "I was stunned... I mean... that slim long body, fashionable hair...It was late afternoon and without a word I took her into my room..." A pause as the cigarette was now being stubbed in the ash tray and my heart raced. Oh my God! I licked my lips in anticipation.
I waited patiently but imagined the naked Meenakshi, her hairy vagina being pounded by Anil. She was definitely the type of woman who must have been on top. "So, I made her sit down and my hands felt for her calfs. She showed no emotions... I proceeded to take my trousers and pants off. Then... she gave me a big chaata on the cheek." I blinked
"Say what?"
"Yep... she said Anil! I come to you for help as you're a doctor! Is this how u take advantage of your patients?!" "She yelled..." then Anil chuckled. "Ari Yaar! I totally forgot my profession! She wanted help rather than my foolish lund!" I burst out laughing. Anil hey? Like I said... quite a guy. "Hence me and Meenakshi have not spoken since."
"Wait! You're serious?" This was not a joke!?
"Yes. She mustered great trust within me to come and seek my help for both her and Sanjeev... but I commend her for not telling Sanjeev on me." If it hadn't been for the Mumbai News playing on the radio the quietness in the apartment would have definitely been felt. "Obviously she must have told others but you know Mumbai, my friend? It's like Chinese Whisper. A person whispers "Get a life" to one person and the final messenger hears "Feel like a fart." Despite the situation we both rumbled with laughter. I could not believe it! This news was very shocking.
Whoever Meenakshi told the story changed one person to the next. I could never imagine banging my own Bhabi Ji. That poor woman does pooja and Aarti everyday. It would be a sin to think of her. But Preity? Preity was a different story. Like me she also is a Servant. Going around cleaning, Laundry and cooking but she works only 6 days. Morning til dusk. I imagine her dark, hairy bit like a Black African's most times. She may be nothing like Meenakshi but I liked it when we happen to be assigned at the same house, which is usually once or twice a week. "Kunal," Anil continued sensing it's my time to get back to my own family. "Before you go there's something I find strange... Meenakshi couldn't get pregnant. As soon as she visited her sis in law and her Husband residing in the UK... She was pregnant probably within one month?"
"You're a doctor. It can take a few weeks for pregnancy to kick in... not like what these Bollywood nau-tanki show these days. First day marriage, second day pregnant." Anil chuckled. "Well, here's a pic of Meenakshi's son with his UK Uncle..." I looked over at the Oppo phone's screen. The background looked like Mumbai's apartment only bright, smaller and cleaner. I stared at it for a minute to see some sort of resemblance in both. "Are you thinking what am thinking?"
"Maybe," Anil had that distant look in his eyes. "Maybe."
The traffic was very distant in this koti. Sahota Sahib's mansion is away from traffic. Despite his Business office is a mere meters away he still drives there and back as he often had to visit other places. I had the honours of cleaning his Maruti (Suzuki) as he took his scooter to work today. I looked over the window and sure enough, saw Preity cleaning the floor. The way those dark hands squeezed the towels she was using to clean the floor made me glad a mop was still a thing of the future! Last night I gave my wife an anal. I peered closer to see what Preity's backside looked like but couldn't see clear. Preity's will definitely be skinnier and hard to feel? Who knows? Her husband was lucky bastard seeing that very dark ass whenever he wanted. I had to check myself down there as my lund was getting hard.
"Ari Kunal! Long time. How are you?"
"I am fine." Finally some lonely time. A beautiful moment: Archana would be home in 2 hours, Sahota Sahib at the office, Sahota Mehmsahib doing shopping. Just me and Preity on the 3rd floor of this 8 bedroomed mansion. So sweet. "How is Bobby?"
"My son is fine. He's going to be six soon."
"I know!" Those bright eyes sparked. "Just like I know Archana is sleeping with that boy with glasses, whoever he is?" She whispered in a conspiratorial tone. Oh boy, not this nonsense again. "And you hang around with that doctor every Sunday. Did he bang his Bhabi after all?" Great, so much for the beautiful moment. All ruined. "No, I don't know why people assume these things! Look, Meenakshi is now an Angrezi Ma'am and Anil Kapoor is a pure Hindustani... that's it!" I do mot wish to raise my voice now. Especially not now.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Besides, why do Anil and Sanjeev get along? Aren't Sanjeev and Meenakshi husband and wife? Is Sanjeev blind by all this, people's nonsense?" I was now fuming.
"Oh Kunal! Waakehi! You really are a dumbo! But.. I like you..." she leant in and kissed me on the cheek before moving off in a swift. WOW! I don't believe it! The euphoria! Am I dreaming? Did that happen? When I came to my fingers were on my cheek... when did I put my hand across there? 🤔
Rastogi's bald head in the middle could have shined in the sun. In his 70's but he still looked like in his 40's. Great physicality due to pulling his market wagon around the streets of Pars. He served chattri butter, pau bhaji, samose, hot and cold drinks. Imagine pulling that 2 miles everyday? I was clueless to his strange stare my way. "Yaar Kunal," he beckoned closer.
"Is it true about Archana? If you know?"
"I was in a mouthful of pau bhaji and swallowed the sensational masalas as I had to think. "Am afraid Choti Malkan is seen going to school by adults and comes home also by responsible adults. Her spare time? Education in her room, which, she keeps unlocked!" I gladly chime in. Actually that kiss from Preity a few hours ago? That kept me going. Everyone was walking on the ground and |I was walking 2 feet off the ground. "And her spare time? Ah yeah! Tuitions followed by being with parents!" Rastogi's feature went from interest to dismay in a second. "Kunal mere Bhai. You truly are a big bore." I chuckled to that. It was very rare for me to interact with Rastogi. But everyone wanted to know about the young mistress. "Rastogi Ji! You better stick to making these delicious Pau Bhaji which you been making for the last... 30?
"55!"
"55! Years!?"
"Yes Dumbo. Dumbo, let me tell you a story. I was hungry and penniless as a teen. After my parents died I quickly resorted to making food and sell it on the streets. It wasn't easy. Getting ingredients for less then sell it for a big price. Any guesses where I started?" I shake my head as I finish last of the bau. "Outside of Merry Hostel," he whispered. I coughed and felt all the Masala come up my throat. Great. Why didn't he tell me after I swallowed?
"But surely it wasn't what it is as today?"
"Yes it was! Even had gambling by day and women to fulfil your desires by night. Then police came by and interfered per usual. Today it's druggies by day and... well the usual action by night." Again, silence. "Did you ever visit?" I ask. "Me? No no way. But these so called gangsters and escorts were my biggest clients. One lady had taken a fancy to me it seems? I don't know?" I stared his way in amazement. I might have heard Chinese Whispers of this. But the story was Rastogi used to be an escort of prostitutes which I had heard many years ago. " I feed them and they tipped well. That was literally my only Business with them. But, Kunal? For the past few days... Well you know Preity, right?" My heart jumped and it was a good job I was having water to control the masala coming back up. "Yes" hoping Rastogi didn't sense I had my guard up. "Well I seen her visit every... Tuesday? Yes Tuesday night. I have to go pass that place due to my home and this place. Preity hides much as possible before going in. But obviously, she couldn't hide from these cunning eyes. She makes haste not seeing me before entering that place."
"Well, another story on the streets of Pars," I gave a nervous chuckle.
"She is good to talk to but... I don't know. Why would an innocent girl like her visit that place?" I felt really uneasy. Do I ask Preity up front? Well, Merry Hostel is 20 minutes walk and today is Sunday. I was going to have the uneasiest two days ahead of me.
It was Tuesday night and I was staring at the Merry Hostel. I too remained hidden. Hiding is not difficult as it's next to a small forestry / cultivation area. I could smell cannabis? Or something smokey? In the air. I always hated that smell. It's like smoking only 100 times stronger. The crickets were chirping and the moths were feeding off my lower legs but we born and bred here will not feel the itch. Through the shadows I instantly knew it was Rastogi. He had his head bowed as he pulled the nearly empty market home. The euphoria had drained out of me since he told me about the woman I fancy.
Two days ago my wife came to me. "Kunal. our son is nearly six you thought about a gift? I say we throw a small party. We will invite everyone but Pushpa. That woman is so full of herself. And make sure the house is clean like you clean your so called Masters and Mistresses - Kunal! Are you even listening?"
A party for Rajeev and a clean house. I heard you."
"What else did I say?"
"To impress Pushpa as she will attend too."
"Hai Bhagwaan!" as my wife did a facepalm (or forehead slam, more like) I knew I missed something important. I was lost in my own thoughts thinking about Preity entertaining men at Merry Hostel. But... But why? Rastogi could have not been mistaken. That man will notice me even if I was hidden under a sheet walking around in a red light district area. The nearest one is 10 miles out. Next best thing? Merry Hostel, despite it's no longer a hostel but a run down building. I was imagining no beds but cold hard floor. Did Preity raise her legs as the clients pounded her skinny -?
"KUNAL! we need to plan something for Rajeev, okay?"
"Yes Honey, promise." I raised Rajeev with so much love and patience. I thought he will wise up in a few years. Know the world a bit better and stop those loud cries. I miss those hugs as he wailed when he was a baby. My wife gently tapped me and I knew what that meant.
She got on top of me and started fondling, as she kissed me not minding the moustache. Some men keep moustaches as a sign of pride. My Masters have kept short trim beard, many dye them black to look young. My wife grinded me but the feeling was never like the ones Western movies may show, how women REALLY grinds a man. I suckled on my wife's warm breasts as she rolled over only a few minutes later. That's it, her pounding was down. I rolled on top to finish the job. Her face was exactly the same she made when she was about to give birth to Rajeev. Once I squirted out the last drop and hoped for our second child, she got up 10 minutes later to go and clean up. I was exhausted but not really exhilarated, let alone satisfied.
Rastogi had disappeared and my heart raced as I spotted Preity. Yes! It was her. I felt a sweat and a jerk on my heart. "Okay Kunal, okay... maybe it's not what you think?" As Preity entered through the back I swiftly moved, keeping close by to the trees. On the edge I looked around. Merry Hostel now seemed more than 20 meters away. I would have been exposed to someone around here. "Should have brought a shawl. You dumbo!" Too late, I had to make a move. It was now or never. This side of the building seemed renovated recently, which was strange. As the Crickets quitened and the shadows increased I made my way for the dreaded building. All of a sudden I wish I was not here. I could imagine the Chinese Whispers begin and my wife will surely accuse me of having a Trois a Maige with Preity and Pushpa? I quickly shook my head to get any Trois a meige out of my head, consisting of two beautiful women with opposite body appearances, one light in skinny, BBW and grey hair the other younger but darker... and skinnier for the sexy part.
God damn it was so bloody dark in here. I seriously wished for a black shawl to cover my ass. This must have been a dungeon. Why hadn't I explored earlier in the day time? Oh yeah, cause I was busy cleaning somebody's floor whilst starring at Mrs Khanna's big boobs. Just my luck as she did not happen to be my type. "Yaar I don't get it..." I stopped on hearing that. I round the corner and sure enough, their were two men there. Around the corner. "We stand here to guard... what? couples upstairs?" I instinctively take a seconds peak upstairs... where ever hell that was. "Ari Bondhu. You are being paid," began the taller man, "To guard and shoo away any unwanted people. Stop asking questions." These two were definitely not from Pars. Maybe Bhogmedhan? the next area? Close to Rastogi's house from here. "Oh... Shoo away? Not SHOOT away?" chuckled the young amateur, only to recieve a light slap on the head.
"Chup kar! Go and guard the door. Ari yaar! The entry! Not Khanna's Honeymoon room! You idiot!" My heart jumped for two reasons; first, Khanna? Not Khanna Sahib? Second, the young man was now coming my way to shoo me away. Dismayed I make my way to the exit. Exactly what was happening? I had to come back with another sophisticated plan.
"You look down? You heard me?"
"Huh? Sorry Anil. It's been a long week."
"Ah, not the new rumors about Preity I hope?" Oh great. "Ari Yaar! I knew it. You're not really a buddhu like everyone makes you out to be. Preity is... Pretty I suppose? In her own right." Yes, she did have an African type skin but many, many people in Mumbai do, especially from poor families. I had to think carefully. "Just to think a woman, naiive, innocent like her banging strangers in that God forbidden place." The Chinese Whispers were accurate but not bang on. "Anyways, Sanjeev is returning back within a few days. Apparently he is on... well not speaking to Meenakshi or his lucky son of a gun Bro In Law, UK born and bred!" The white shirt he weas wearing broadened and the smoke freely waffled through his fingers. "You can guess what secret is out, right?" Despite myself I looked excited.
"You mean... it's been proved?"
"Well. Some sort of show must have clearly gone down; got caught red handed, or maybe it slipped," Anil looked quite delighted for some reason as he spoke of the misfortune of his own brother. But Anil was a care free person. In fact any Chinese Whispers on him he'd probably go out on the street to correctly and happily speak the truth of his own sins, tell the whole Mumbai how it is and what it is. "Anyways, when I was young we had a servant in our home. Can't remember her name but her daughter, Avanti, she was a shy girl... Beneath all the shyness she was actually much more; Adventurous, seeking boys, a BJ giver."
"Wait, what?"
"Yes. She feigned illness so not to go to the Shiv Pujari Aarti. Her mother gave her that stare, that "How dare you?" stare for refusing to go. She would have had forced her but my father sent her to my room. He insisted that the poor girl must rest. Her mother had to accept. Just like you accept the commands of your Sarkaars whilst on duty? Anyways, after the Aarti The mother returned and insisted to call a Jadhu Baba to get the evil spirit out of her daughter. I returned home from school and went straight o my bed room whilst they were sorting it out. I heard strange noises of a girl and boy in my room. I looked through the key hole and... well, saw the interesting thing going on. I must have been 12 or something and stared in amazement. So, naturally I went downstairs, grabbed both of them by the hands and brought them before my brown wooden door. "Beta! What is the matter? Don't tell me we too need to get you a Jadhu Baba?" I opened the door to stun all silences. Avanti was sucking that big muscular looking lund and looked up in shock. I think she would have vomitted. The boy looked second but, like a rabbit, put on his clothes and jumped out the window. That is one scene never going to get out of my head. Those dark lips around the lighter skin, those skinny bones but wider chin of that girl, almond eyes, shining silky hair. Who was that boy? nobody knew."
"The shame! The shame!" Screamed her mother which renovated throughout the house. "Aaaahhh" that poor woman went off crying. "My honor, my dignity!" "You'd think her husband had died. Fortunately my father ran behind her and quickly took her to a private room, before she exited. He gathered me and Avanti too. "Look! What has happened here is between us! He began. Nobody out in CircMedhaan nees to know. NOBODY!" The woman seemed to calm down and we were silent. "Both you, my baette's, keep it to yourself!"
"I will uncle..." began the girl.
"SHUT UP! From now on! You are not my child... I... I disown you! I DISOWN YOU! You have ruined my honor and my dignity... I will never forgive you. You are dea
TBC = To Be Continued.
UPDATE: FINALLY writing this on laptop so will get so much written (11/07/23).
Anil Kapoor took a long drag of the cigarette. HEY! If that Bollywood actor crossed your mind am not about him. But you may not be far off. "Yaar Kunal. Let me tell you... women are complicated creatures," he began, sat in his comfy armchair as "Tera jadoo jhlgya" played on a very low volume on the radio. I sat next to him on the double seater that had seen better days. Anil was lost in his thoughts. I stared at him like a man staring at stone, expecting gold to emerge. Anil gives a clueless expression on his face. But his wisdom lies beneath all this.
"How is Sahota Sahib these days?" He began.
"He's fine. His kids are growing up..."
"Yes!" Anil chimed in. "She's only 16 and already getting off with boys! Funny" he giggled.
"His brother has gone back to the States," I slowly and thoughtfully changed the subject. I have many Sarkaars that I work for around Pars area. I cannot tolerate hearing gossips from the home which feeds me and my family. Anil took another drag, the cigarette already coming down 3/4 way to the butt end being held by his slim fingers. Anil is the type to hold more and smoke less. "Gulabi Aankhei" was now playing on the radio. My all time favourite classic.
"Yaar Kunal!" Oh yes. Here we go. Another story. Majority of my Sunday afternoon was spent with Anil. This is my only time off from work. Other days am hard to get a hold of as I will be in my Masters and MehmSahibs house doing the cleaning and the laundry. That's it my only job. "You heard about me and Meenakshi?" News here got around faster than a burning out matchstick. "Yes... well, all I know is you tried getting off with her 5 years ago?"
"Seven," he corrected. "Glad I am still not divorced. Am sure you heard it from Khanna's house things like "He had sex with her" or "Sanjay is the real father!"
"So you did it with... your own Bhabi Ji?" I felt sick and didn't want to hear it. "Kunal... your obviously a Dumbo!" I suppressed a cringe I hated when everyone called me that... "A naiive person, clueless. But here's the truth what happened 7 years ago.
"My sis in law and brother wanted to go to the UK. To settle and become permanent." I listened but didn't say anything. Was Anil going to tell me what happened!? It's about time. She was trying to get pregnant but didn't succeed. Even the first child was an accident and today he's a mischievous brat who needs to be sent to a correctional facility for naughty kids."
"But I think Ranvir's not that naughty?"
"He has ADHD I bet... Anyways. Before Meenakshi left for the UK she approached me. She said "Anil! I wish to get pregnant. It's not working with Sanjeev. Can you... can you please help?" "I was stunned... I mean... that slim long body, fashionable hair...It was late afternoon and without a word I took her into my room..." A pause as the cigarette was now being stubbed in the ash tray and my heart raced. Oh my God! I licked my lips in anticipation.
I waited patiently but imagined the naked Meenakshi, her hairy vagina being pounded by Anil. She was definitely the type of woman who must have been on top. "So, I made her sit down and my hands felt for her calfs. She showed no emotions... I proceeded to take my trousers and pants off. Then... she gave me a big chaata on the cheek." I blinked
"Say what?"
"Yep... she said Anil! I come to you for help as you're a doctor! Is this how u take advantage of your patients?!" "She yelled..." then Anil chuckled. "Ari Yaar! I totally forgot my profession! She wanted help rather than my foolish lund!" I burst out laughing. Anil hey? Like I said... quite a guy. "Hence me and Meenakshi have not spoken since."
"Wait! You're serious?" This was not a joke!?
"Yes. She mustered great trust within me to come and seek my help for both her and Sanjeev... but I commend her for not telling Sanjeev on me." If it hadn't been for the Mumbai News playing on the radio the quietness in the apartment would have definitely been felt. "Obviously she must have told others but you know Mumbai, my friend? It's like Chinese Whisper. A person whispers "Get a life" to one person and the final messenger hears "Feel like a fart." Despite the situation we both rumbled with laughter. I could not believe it! This news was very shocking.
Whoever Meenakshi told the story changed one person to the next. I could never imagine banging my own Bhabi Ji. That poor woman does pooja and Aarti everyday. It would be a sin to think of her. But Preity? Preity was a different story. Like me she also is a Servant. Going around cleaning, Laundry and cooking but she works only 6 days. Morning til dusk. I imagine her dark, hairy bit like a Black African's most times. She may be nothing like Meenakshi but I liked it when we happen to be assigned at the same house, which is usually once or twice a week. "Kunal," Anil continued sensing it's my time to get back to my own family. "Before you go there's something I find strange... Meenakshi couldn't get pregnant. As soon as she visited her sis in law and her Husband residing in the UK... She was pregnant probably within one month?"
"You're a doctor. It can take a few weeks for pregnancy to kick in... not like what these Bollywood nau-tanki show these days. First day marriage, second day pregnant." Anil chuckled. "Well, here's a pic of Meenakshi's son with his UK Uncle..." I looked over at the Oppo phone's screen. The background looked like Mumbai's apartment only bright, smaller and cleaner. I stared at it for a minute to see some sort of resemblance in both. "Are you thinking what am thinking?"
"Maybe," Anil had that distant look in his eyes. "Maybe."
The traffic was very distant in this koti. Sahota Sahib's mansion is away from traffic. Despite his Business office is a mere meters away he still drives there and back as he often had to visit other places. I had the honours of cleaning his Maruti (Suzuki) as he took his scooter to work today. I looked over the window and sure enough, saw Preity cleaning the floor. The way those dark hands squeezed the towels she was using to clean the floor made me glad a mop was still a thing of the future! Last night I gave my wife an anal. I peered closer to see what Preity's backside looked like but couldn't see clear. Preity's will definitely be skinnier and hard to feel? Who knows? Her husband was lucky bastard seeing that very dark ass whenever he wanted. I had to check myself down there as my lund was getting hard.
"Ari Kunal! Long time. How are you?"
"I am fine." Finally some lonely time. A beautiful moment: Archana would be home in 2 hours, Sahota Sahib at the office, Sahota Mehmsahib doing shopping. Just me and Preity on the 3rd floor of this 8 bedroomed mansion. So sweet. "How is Bobby?"
"My son is fine. He's going to be six soon."
"I know!" Those bright eyes sparked. "Just like I know Archana is sleeping with that boy with glasses, whoever he is?" She whispered in a conspiratorial tone. Oh boy, not this nonsense again. "And you hang around with that doctor every Sunday. Did he bang his Bhabi after all?" Great, so much for the beautiful moment. All ruined. "No, I don't know why people assume these things! Look, Meenakshi is now an Angrezi Ma'am and Anil Kapoor is a pure Hindustani... that's it!" I do mot wish to raise my voice now. Especially not now.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Besides, why do Anil and Sanjeev get along? Aren't Sanjeev and Meenakshi husband and wife? Is Sanjeev blind by all this, people's nonsense?" I was now fuming.
"Oh Kunal! Waakehi! You really are a dumbo! But.. I like you..." she leant in and kissed me on the cheek before moving off in a swift. WOW! I don't believe it! The euphoria! Am I dreaming? Did that happen? When I came to my fingers were on my cheek... when did I put my hand across there? 🤔
Rastogi's bald head in the middle could have shined in the sun. In his 70's but he still looked like in his 40's. Great physicality due to pulling his market wagon around the streets of Pars. He served chattri butter, pau bhaji, samose, hot and cold drinks. Imagine pulling that 2 miles everyday? I was clueless to his strange stare my way. "Yaar Kunal," he beckoned closer.
"Is it true about Archana? If you know?"
"I was in a mouthful of pau bhaji and swallowed the sensational masalas as I had to think. "Am afraid Choti Malkan is seen going to school by adults and comes home also by responsible adults. Her spare time? Education in her room, which, she keeps unlocked!" I gladly chime in. Actually that kiss from Preity a few hours ago? That kept me going. Everyone was walking on the ground and |I was walking 2 feet off the ground. "And her spare time? Ah yeah! Tuitions followed by being with parents!" Rastogi's feature went from interest to dismay in a second. "Kunal mere Bhai. You truly are a big bore." I chuckled to that. It was very rare for me to interact with Rastogi. But everyone wanted to know about the young mistress. "Rastogi Ji! You better stick to making these delicious Pau Bhaji which you been making for the last... 30?
"55!"
"55! Years!?"
"Yes Dumbo. Dumbo, let me tell you a story. I was hungry and penniless as a teen. After my parents died I quickly resorted to making food and sell it on the streets. It wasn't easy. Getting ingredients for less then sell it for a big price. Any guesses where I started?" I shake my head as I finish last of the bau. "Outside of Merry Hostel," he whispered. I coughed and felt all the Masala come up my throat. Great. Why didn't he tell me after I swallowed?
"But surely it wasn't what it is as today?"
"Yes it was! Even had gambling by day and women to fulfil your desires by night. Then police came by and interfered per usual. Today it's druggies by day and... well the usual action by night." Again, silence. "Did you ever visit?" I ask. "Me? No no way. But these so called gangsters and escorts were my biggest clients. One lady had taken a fancy to me it seems? I don't know?" I stared his way in amazement. I might have heard Chinese Whispers of this. But the story was Rastogi used to be an escort of prostitutes which I had heard many years ago. " I feed them and they tipped well. That was literally my only Business with them. But, Kunal? For the past few days... Well you know Preity, right?" My heart jumped and it was a good job I was having water to control the masala coming back up. "Yes" hoping Rastogi didn't sense I had my guard up. "Well I seen her visit every... Tuesday? Yes Tuesday night. I have to go pass that place due to my home and this place. Preity hides much as possible before going in. But obviously, she couldn't hide from these cunning eyes. She makes haste not seeing me before entering that place."
"Well, another story on the streets of Pars," I gave a nervous chuckle.
"She is good to talk to but... I don't know. Why would an innocent girl like her visit that place?" I felt really uneasy. Do I ask Preity up front? Well, Merry Hostel is 20 minutes walk and today is Sunday. I was going to have the uneasiest two days ahead of me.
It was Tuesday night and I was staring at the Merry Hostel. I too remained hidden. Hiding is not difficult as it's next to a small forestry / cultivation area. I could smell cannabis? Or something smokey? In the air. I always hated that smell. It's like smoking only 100 times stronger. The crickets were chirping and the moths were feeding off my lower legs but we born and bred here will not feel the itch. Through the shadows I instantly knew it was Rastogi. He had his head bowed as he pulled the nearly empty market home. The euphoria had drained out of me since he told me about the woman I fancy.
Two days ago my wife came to me. "Kunal. our son is nearly six you thought about a gift? I say we throw a small party. We will invite everyone but Pushpa. That woman is so full of herself. And make sure the house is clean like you clean your so called Masters and Mistresses - Kunal! Are you even listening?"
A party for Rajeev and a clean house. I heard you."
"What else did I say?"
"To impress Pushpa as she will attend too."
"Hai Bhagwaan!" as my wife did a facepalm (or forehead slam, more like) I knew I missed something important. I was lost in my own thoughts thinking about Preity entertaining men at Merry Hostel. But... But why? Rastogi could have not been mistaken. That man will notice me even if I was hidden under a sheet walking around in a red light district area. The nearest one is 10 miles out. Next best thing? Merry Hostel, despite it's no longer a hostel but a run down building. I was imagining no beds but cold hard floor. Did Preity raise her legs as the clients pounded her skinny -?
"KUNAL! we need to plan something for Rajeev, okay?"
"Yes Honey, promise." I raised Rajeev with so much love and patience. I thought he will wise up in a few years. Know the world a bit better and stop those loud cries. I miss those hugs as he wailed when he was a baby. My wife gently tapped me and I knew what that meant.
She got on top of me and started fondling, as she kissed me not minding the moustache. Some men keep moustaches as a sign of pride. My Masters have kept short trim beard, many dye them black to look young. My wife grinded me but the feeling was never like the ones Western movies may show, how women REALLY grinds a man. I suckled on my wife's warm breasts as she rolled over only a few minutes later. That's it, her pounding was down. I rolled on top to finish the job. Her face was exactly the same she made when she was about to give birth to Rajeev. Once I squirted out the last drop and hoped for our second child, she got up 10 minutes later to go and clean up. I was exhausted but not really exhilarated, let alone satisfied.
Rastogi had disappeared and my heart raced as I spotted Preity. Yes! It was her. I felt a sweat and a jerk on my heart. "Okay Kunal, okay... maybe it's not what you think?" As Preity entered through the back I swiftly moved, keeping close by to the trees. On the edge I looked around. Merry Hostel now seemed more than 20 meters away. I would have been exposed to someone around here. "Should have brought a shawl. You dumbo!" Too late, I had to make a move. It was now or never. This side of the building seemed renovated recently, which was strange. As the Crickets quitened and the shadows increased I made my way for the dreaded building. All of a sudden I wish I was not here. I could imagine the Chinese Whispers begin and my wife will surely accuse me of having a Trois a Maige with Preity and Pushpa? I quickly shook my head to get any Trois a meige out of my head, consisting of two beautiful women with opposite body appearances, one light in skinny, BBW and grey hair the other younger but darker... and skinnier for the sexy part.
God damn it was so bloody dark in here. I seriously wished for a black shawl to cover my ass. This must have been a dungeon. Why hadn't I explored earlier in the day time? Oh yeah, cause I was busy cleaning somebody's floor whilst starring at Mrs Khanna's big boobs. Just my luck as she did not happen to be my type. "Yaar I don't get it..." I stopped on hearing that. I round the corner and sure enough, their were two men there. Around the corner. "We stand here to guard... what? couples upstairs?" I instinctively take a seconds peak upstairs... where ever hell that was. "Ari Bondhu. You are being paid," began the taller man, "To guard and shoo away any unwanted people. Stop asking questions." These two were definitely not from Pars. Maybe Bhogmedhan? the next area? Close to Rastogi's house from here. "Oh... Shoo away? Not SHOOT away?" chuckled the young amateur, only to recieve a light slap on the head.
"Chup kar! Go and guard the door. Ari yaar! The entry! Not Khanna's Honeymoon room! You idiot!" My heart jumped for two reasons; first, Khanna? Not Khanna Sahib? Second, the young man was now coming my way to shoo me away. Dismayed I make my way to the exit. Exactly what was happening? I had to come back with another sophisticated plan.
"You look down? You heard me?"
"Huh? Sorry Anil. It's been a long week."
"Ah, not the new rumors about Preity I hope?" Oh great. "Ari Yaar! I knew it. You're not really a buddhu like everyone makes you out to be. Preity is... Pretty I suppose? In her own right." Yes, she did have an African type skin but many, many people in Mumbai do, especially from poor families. I had to think carefully. "Just to think a woman, naiive, innocent like her banging strangers in that God forbidden place." The Chinese Whispers were accurate but not bang on. "Anyways, Sanjeev is returning back within a few days. Apparently he is on... well not speaking to Meenakshi or his lucky son of a gun Bro In Law, UK born and bred!" The white shirt he weas wearing broadened and the smoke freely waffled through his fingers. "You can guess what secret is out, right?" Despite myself I looked excited.
"You mean... it's been proved?"
"Well. Some sort of show must have clearly gone down; got caught red handed, or maybe it slipped," Anil looked quite delighted for some reason as he spoke of the misfortune of his own brother. But Anil was a care free person. In fact any Chinese Whispers on him he'd probably go out on the street to correctly and happily speak the truth of his own sins, tell the whole Mumbai how it is and what it is. "Anyways, when I was young we had a servant in our home. Can't remember her name but her daughter, Avanti, she was a shy girl... Beneath all the shyness she was actually much more; Adventurous, seeking boys, a BJ giver."
"Wait, what?"
"Yes. She feigned illness so not to go to the Shiv Pujari Aarti. Her mother gave her that stare, that "How dare you?" stare for refusing to go. She would have had forced her but my father sent her to my room. He insisted that the poor girl must rest. Her mother had to accept. Just like you accept the commands of your Sarkaars whilst on duty? Anyways, after the Aarti The mother returned and insisted to call a Jadhu Baba to get the evil spirit out of her daughter. I returned home from school and went straight o my bed room whilst they were sorting it out. I heard strange noises of a girl and boy in my room. I looked through the key hole and... well, saw the interesting thing going on. I must have been 12 or something and stared in amazement. So, naturally I went downstairs, grabbed both of them by the hands and brought them before my brown wooden door. "Beta! What is the matter? Don't tell me we too need to get you a Jadhu Baba?" I opened the door to stun all silences. Avanti was sucking that big muscular looking lund and looked up in shock. I think she would have vomitted. The boy looked second but, like a rabbit, put on his clothes and jumped out the window. That is one scene never going to get out of my head. Those dark lips around the lighter skin, those skinny bones but wider chin of that girl, almond eyes, shining silky hair. Who was that boy? nobody knew."
"The shame! The shame!" Screamed her mother which renovated throughout the house. "Aaaahhh" that poor woman went off crying. "My honor, my dignity!" "You'd think her husband had died. Fortunately my father ran behind her and quickly took her to a private room, before she exited. He gathered me and Avanti too. "Look! What has happened here is between us! He began. Nobody out in CircMedhaan nees to know. NOBODY!" The woman seemed to calm down and we were silent. "Both you, my baette's, keep it to yourself!"
"I will uncle..." began the girl.
"SHUT UP! From now on! You are not my child... I... I disown you! I DISOWN YOU! You have ruined my honor and my dignity... I will never forgive you. You are dea
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