Love, sex and crimes of Maya Rani,Vol-1 ( End of Innocence)

by Makusr

  “ladies’ and gentlemen, teachers and dear friends”, she had a clear and sharp voice. ”Recently, in India we had so many of so called ‘honor killings’. Unfortunate lovers who had dared to defy, met a bitter end. Why I call them unfortunate, because they were not fortunate enough to find a lover in their own caste. There are many castes in India. Marrying out of your caste is still considered taboo. Often the lovers end up being sacrificed at the altar of the so called, “honor’ of the caste. This poem, ‘If love is so dangerous, let’s all go to war’, is dedicated to these unfortunate lovers and is in remembrance of them. In remembrance of the lives that have been snuffed. The poem is also a protest against the taming of a thing as natural as love. It is also a protest against the caste system which is now eating its own children as Frankenstein. The unfortunate killing and maiming should end”. She eyed me as she finished her introductory speech to begin the poem. Audience applauded her as she began. I too encouraged her with a thumbs up sign. She continued.

  “The poem is as follows and I recite,

  If love is so dangerous, let’s all go to war!

  Pray never say love, pray never chant pyaar.

  Listen O’ Ye listeners, story of Pinki and her friend,

  Killed coldly they were for an honor’s end.

  Pinki was a girl and her friend was a boy,

  He was no macho, and she was no coy.

  Simple as ever as two souls had lived,

  Carried on their life and never had they cribbed.

  Dimples on her cheeks and wit on his sleeves,

  She liked his ways when he acted as ‘Jives’.

  So bewitching a look, so enchanting a laughter,

  Their hearts had met, and mirth came just after.

  Their love was pure, their love was chaste,

  Alas! They were but of different caste.

  See as they say, and their saying goes fast,

  Your hatred can linger, your love can’t last.

  Story goes ahead and as a matter of fact,

  Custodians of caste, caught them in the act.

  “What crime! What audacity! You have loved this man,

  Your love don’t you know, sullied the honor of the clan.

  You criminals! You live, and you talk and you walk with glee”,

  Nothing could they do, but hide, hush and flee.

  To the town, by the road, from the village, as they went,

  Their foes, on their toes, in the end, got their scent.

  The Law and the People and the Police kept silent,

  Had they acted with courage! Had they but been valiant!

  Honor was kept, and the lives were spent,

  Slew them coldly, ‘Twas honor with they went.

  ( Her voice trembling, she faltered, with tears rolling down her eyes )

  “’Tis honor that we seek, and honor is your prayer,

  If you don’t fall in line, your father be your slayer.

  Beware! O’ ye folks, love according to the laws,

  Be ready or else, crushed coldly in our paws.”

  So fools will remember, so fools may cry,

  Like a dog in the night, howling to sky.

  If love is so dangerous, let’s all go to war,

  Pray never say love, pray never chant pyaar.

  Thank You”

  Silence descended in the auditorium. Time stood still as she walked down the dais. Then a thunderous applause arose and reverberated in the auditorium. I knew she had made her mark.

  The competition progressed. There were many good poems and equally good poets. I was the last poet. In the end my name was called, “Mahesh Yadav, class twelve, D.P. Public School’

  I ascended the dais and took the mike in my hand. I had chosen a funny poem for myself that day for the competition. I began,

  “Ladies’ and Gentlemen, teachers and dear friends. We have heard many good poets bringing forth the problem of casteism in our society through their poem. Mine is the last effort. I have given twist to a popular nursery rhyme just to make it sound funny. Nevertheless focus on the problem remains. My poem is, ‘Why Jack and Jill Went Up The Hill? Nursery Rhyme for Adults”.

  A big roar of laughter greeted me as I began to recite my poem.

  “Jack and Jill went up the hill,

  To fetch a pail of water.

  Why they went so up a place,

  We came to know much after.

  Jack looked good in every way,

  And Jill was much sought after.

  They hid and play, and play and did,

  Suppressed so well their laughter.

  Their love was hot but no one knew

  Their Pa was not bit softer.

  They ran up fast and hid and slid,

  And crossed the pools of water.

  Scooted fast and kept the pace,

  Their aim was hills much lofter.

  Their Pappas had smelt their scent,

  And pursued them much faster.

  Enticed them cool, and had them caught,

  For they were not much crafter.

  Ran for life, when blows rained hard,

  On turf that was much harder.

  Now comes the line you waited for,

  That closes down the chapter.

  Jack fell down and broke his crown,

  And Jill came tumbling after”.

  The poem not only drew applause but laughter too. People appreciated the way I had used rather abused the nursery rhyme. After the competition was over refreshments were served. The winners of the competition were announced after that. As expected Rita was the clear winner. She was adjudged the best poet in the junior group comprising of class 9th and 10th students. But the icing on the cake was that, she was adjudged the best poet of the competition. She received a Cup, certificate and a cash prize of Rs. 1000/=. School received the Shield and a grant of Rs. 50000/= for library books. Everyone was quite excited and was cheering each other. But my eyes were searching Rita. Where was she? After taking the prize she had disappeared. Must be at the place I met her in the interval!. I proceeded to check out my hunch. The place was dark and secluded. I climbed the stairs slowly.

  “Mahesh! Mahesh!”

  I heard a soft voice calling me. The voice was unmistakably Rita’s. So my guess was correct. She had come there for me. Just for me. I was very happy and very excited.

  “Rita is that you?” Wasn’t that a foolish question to ask?

  She touched my arms and said, “Mahesh. Thanks for all you did for me…”. She had kept her voice deliberately low. I closed her mouth before she could complete her sentence and took her in my arms.

  “Thanks between friends? For what? I did it for us! Your win is my win! Never in life thank me again. I love you dear!” I drew her closer to me.

  “I’m sorry Mahesh. I’ll never thank you again. I love you too!” She placed her face on my chest as she said this. Her eyes were wet.

  We must have stood there for 15 minutes or so without speaking a single word. Just holding each other tightly. That feeling! That soothing touch! That calm and quiet darkness! The only thing that mattered in the world was the eagerness to please the other one. I felt a strange kind of feeling that night. Feelings that engulf you and makes you go numb and quite insulated from your environment. When the senses leave you alone and the only friend around you is your inner voice that guides you and tells you. “Love her, sooth her, adore her, hold her…She needs you. you are the one for her. She is the one for you. You feel satisfied and comfortable…

  Thuck, Thuck, Thuck…

  The tapping on the floor by the watchman’s stick snatched us away from the dreamland we were in. The time to go had come. We waited for him to move away. As soon as he disappeared, we climbed down fast and ran towards the auditorium. We took separate entrances to enter the auditorium. Once inside, we mingled and disappeared among our classmates.

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  From that day we frequently met each other and our lo
ve and bonding grew stronger. We were hopelessly in love. As the time progressed our love and affection for the other became stronger with the mutual understanding and the trust we developed. It was then that we decided that no matter what the hurdles may be nobody would be able to stop us from becoming Man and Wife.

  Ch-4

  RANJIT DUBEY

  Meanwhile everything was ambling along well in the village. Everything, except a new and unexpected incident. Brother Mahesh used to come once every month. Gradually that thing stopped altogether. He intimated us that since he was preparing for the engineering entrance exam he would not be able to frequent the village as he used to do. We came to know later that Rita was the prime cause of his inability. So my very dear aunt Vidya and I had one more Sunday to indulge in you know what! It was one of those Sundays on which the most unexpected happened.

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  Balram Yadav and Ranjit Dubey were good friends and used their friendship to further their interests. Balram was quite interested in politics while Ranjit Dubey had no such inclination. Balram Yadav was the General Secretary of the district unit of the regional party which was in power in our state. Together, however they used all types of new technology and their influence to further their production of sugarcane and to sell it profitably to the factory.. They had also used their influence at the factory to manage the selling of sugarcane for other farmers and made a killing out of it. With power and guile they had added more agricultural land to what they had possessed in the beginning. Their friendship and common interests had also rubbed on the other members of the family. They used to frequent each other’s house frequently.

  Ranjit Dubey was about 40 years old about the same age as my father, at the time I am talking about. Like my father he also had other business interests apart from the sugarcane one. He owned a couple of petrol pumps on the highway and one in the city. He was a tall man with a strong physique. He had a love for wrestling which showed on his body. Unlike my father he had a thick growth of hair on his scalp. Together with his stylish moustache and fair skin it made him quite handsome and attractive. And see, who could have been attracted to him. Who else, but aunt Vidya! My very dear aunt Vidya. Aunt Vidya, whose Bulbul had been denied its share of Munni because of the cruel turn of event that had happened. Now she was after all the Munnis and Bulbuls she could get, with a vengeance. And, here I was. A true disciple and a dedicated helper. One thing I must tell you. The way Ranjit eyed aunt Vidya (she served him snacks and all whenever he visited our house) you could easily tell that he must have also longed for her. Aunt Vidya shared her longings and secrets with me. She did it not only during the bathroom sessions but in her bedroom too as I slept with her in her bedroom. One day she told me about a conversation that had happened among the ladies during a function in the village. The talk drifted to the prowess of husbands on the bed. Rita’s mother, who was Ranjit’s wife said jokingly that husband was built like a stallion and like a stallion he acted on the bed. That made him really fearsome and so many years after the marriage and birth of Rita she was still fearful of him. Everybody had a hearty laugh and the talk drifted to some other topic. But with aunt Vidya it was different. Her mind had got stuck there. Her Bulbul had become conscious of the fact. A desire for his Munni arose in her. A desire which was to be fulfilled and satisfied soon.

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  My parents had gone for a tour of Vaishno Devi shrine, a highly religious place for Hindus. Meanwhile a religious function was to be organized in Ranjit’s house. Aunt Vidya and I had been instructed by my mother to attend the function. It was to be a whole night affair in which the uninterrupted chanting of ‘Ramcharit Manas’, the holy book, is done. It is a very detailed and highly religious affair. The whole house is decorated with flowers and electric bulbs. Sweetmeats and other offerings are prepared. It is offered to God and later distributed among the people present there and the people in neighborhood. A professional team of singers is called for this purpose. They do the main chanting and others join it as and when they wish to.

  It’s also very interesting that these religious affairs provide opportunities to lovers and the promiscuous ones to indulge in their escapades. Many a desires are fulfilled during these occasions and many a relationships materialized. One such relationship to be established was to be between aunt Vidya and Ranjit.

  It had become quite late in the night. I was feeling drowsy and aunt Vidya also wanted to call it a day. She went to Ranjit’s wife to bid her good bye and good night. Rita was also there.

  “You had been such a great help Vidya in arranging and preparing the offerings“, Rita’s mother said

  “What do you say. It’s a function in my house. Am I a stranger?” Aunt Vidya protested.

  “I’m sorry Vidya. You are a member of the family for sure!” Rita’s mother pacified.

  “O.K. Didi (Elder sister. She called her so as she was the wife of her elder brother’s friend). It’s getting late. Maya Rani is tired and so am I. If you permit I want to go home”, she said holding her hand.

  “Yes, Vidya. You are right it’s quite late. You must go. I’ll ask him (Ranjit) to accompany you as it’s quite late”, she said as she called her husband.

  “No need to disturb him. We’ll go”, aunt Vidya protested but just in words. She was overjoyed to hear it

  “Aunty, let Papa go. It’s quite late”, Rita joined the talk.

  “Let it be aunty, if everybody is saying”, I suggested her

  “O.K. If all of you say so.” Aunt Vidya said getting up as Ranjit came in.

  “Is everybody ready?”, Ranjit enquired. All of us nodded.

  After good nights and good byes we moved to our house. Ranjit accompanied us with a bodyguard in tow. A tall and proud fellow he walked ahead and we followed behind. Whenever he looked aunt Vidya would smile at him. Soon we reached home. Leaving the bodyguard out, three of us came in and sat in the living room. Ranjit asked for a glass of water and aunt Vidya went to fetch it. She gave it to him. He gulped the water quickly.

  “O.K. Vidya. It’s quite late and I must go now. You and Maya, must be feeling sleepy”, he said rising from the sofa.

  “Must you go so soon”, aunt Vidya said coming closer to him and looking straight in his eyes with a smile on her lips.

  “Well, Vidya I can’t stay here the whole night”, he said laughing his customary laugh.

  “I hope you could!” Aunt Vidya was not smiling now. She was serious now. Quite serious. And, she came at a breathing distance to him.

  Ranjit raised his eyebrows and gave aunt Vidya a piercing look.

  “Do you want me to stay here the whole night?” Ranjit said as he stood up from the sofa. Now he too was serious.

  “Well, don’t you think it’s a strange and embarrassing question to be put before a lady”, aunt Vidya said blushing.

  “Well, Well!” He placed his hands on aunt Vidya’s shoulders.

  Suddenly he withdrew his hands as his gaze fell on me. He looked at aunt Vidya. Then he looked at me. Then again he looked at aunt Vidya, jerking his head in my direction.

  “Oh she! Don’t worry about her. She is not just my niece. She is a friend to me. A very dear friend. There are no secrets between us. Like a friend we share everything between us” aunt Vidya said taking his hand in hers.

  “Oh!” Ranjit sighed and embraced her as he had become comfortable.

  Suddenly he looked at me and a mischievous smile came to his lips. Winking at me he said to aunt Vidya,

  “But you said that you share everything with her. Will that include me too?” He guffawed.

  This was the first time I had heard his guffaw. And, that did not please me. I was rather terrified. I tried to hide behind aunt Vidya. Seeing my discomfort he became more mischievous. He snatched me from behind her, took me in his arms and planted a kiss on my cheeks. Then he let me go. Oh My God! Oh My Dear God! A shiver ran down my spine. I collapsed on the sofa. Aunt Vidya and Ranjit were l
aughing as if a big joke had been cracked. Laughing they entered aunt Vidya’s bedroom and closed the door behind them. I was shaken and stirred (Sorry James Bond 007!) I’ll let aunt Vidya narrate the inside story.

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  That night with Ranjit! For so long I had been denied the male flesh in my life. And now Ranjit! As if a hungry man suddenly finds himself in a kitchen full of delicacies. And he certainly was a mouth watering delicacy. He hugged me tightly as soon as the door closed behind us. He caught me by my hair and soon his lips were all over my face. His kisses were not plain gentlemanly kisses. They were a combination of sucking, biting and deep smooches. I hung helpless in his hands. I wanted to be helpless that moment. It was then that he went berserk. He ripped off my blouse and snatched away the bra from my willingly helpless body. I was left there panting and trying to anticipate his next move. This man had written excitement in bold letters all over my body, more so at some special places. My dangling balls kept his hands and mouth busy.

  “Vidya you are built beautifully”, Ranjit praised my naked presence as his hands feverishly took away my ‘sari.

  “Ranjit, Ranjit! Hold it! I will untie the knot, Ran…”

  Who was listening to me at that time. He could have untied the knot of the petticoat. But he preferred to pull it so hard that it gave way and I was left without the petticoat but with slightly bruised waist. I was then in the same outfit I was born in. Naked! The man just stood there and kept on staring at me. Those stare! As if he was going to do the job with his stare! As I was rubbing my bruised waist, he nearly leapt at me. Pinned me on the bed and in a matter of few minutes explored every inch of my flesh. Yes, that’s right! His eyes, his actions told me that I was not more than a piece of flesh for him. Suddenly he got up and tore his clothes away. Mm… What a hunk he was! So big! So strong!