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

by Makusr

  “Oh Maya! Such a surprise! You didn’t tell anybody that you are coming. Is everything fine?” She said patting and moving her hand around my back.

  “Yes my dearest aunty. I’m well. In one piece. Nothing broken”, I spoke laughing.

  “Yes, Yes, I can see that. But why unexpectedly?”

  We moved to the bed and sat beside each other,

  “Actually aunty I had two days holiday. I had also not met you all for long. So I thought why not make a trip to home. That’s how. By the way aunty how’s Ranjit”, I said laughing as I stretched on the bed and placed my head on her laps.

  “That’s whom I went to the temple for. We’ve done our arrangement in the temple!” She said pinching my cheeks.

  “In the temple aunty! You are impossible! “I said placing my hands around her waist and rubbing my face on her ample bosom. Both of us laughed together.

  Kissing me on my head she said, “And you Maya?”

  “Aunty I have so many things to talk about. I’m dying to tell you many things. I’m…” She interrupted in between.

  “O.K., talk as much as you want. But first come and have your dinner. Eat something. We’ll talk about everything before going to sleep. And, by the way Maya. You’ve begun to look quite cute. I think I have to find it out myself in the night. No!” She said winking at me.

  “Uh, huh! As if I am waiting for you.” I pinched her and ran away to the dining area.

  With such banter and much laughter, we had our dinner. I told Ma that I would be sleeping with aunt Vidya. That was nothing new. I usually did that. But that day Ma wanted me to sleep with her. But she agreed

  It must have been at least 10 in the night by the time aunt Vidya and I retired to her bedroom. Father and mother had moved to theirs. After such a long time I was with aunt Vidya again. And, I had so many things to tell her.. Soon we lay in each other’s arms in our favorite uniform. The uniform we were born with. We had been too long away from each other. I demanded a hot and steamy ‘lick-er’ before we settled in the talking mode. Like a good aunt she readily obliged. As the steam settled and the things began to look clearer, we began talking in the hush and calm of the night.

  “So how’s the new place, Maya? And what about the people?” Aunt Vidya set the ball rolling.

  “Aunty in the beginning it felt like an alien place to me. But slowly as the things progressed and the days passed, I adjusted”

  “And, what about the other people?”

  “Oh! They are kind and amicable. Seema has become such a good friend of mine. And that little prankster, Rohan! He is such a naughty but an adorable child.”

  Aha! Really Maya!”

  “Yes, and Seema is an excellent cook too. I have learnt to cook few dishes from her. She is very talkative though. She can talk endlessly and that too on any subject. Just a push a topic before her and she can go on ad nauseam.”

  “And, others Maya. I mean the Minister and his son”, aunt Vidya chuckled.

  “I know what you mean. I have lived long enough with you to know what you mean and when!” I said as I smiled at her.

  “So!”

  “So aunty, Minister keeps most of the time out of station. His responsibilities and all. One thing more aunty. The city is agog with the news and quite interesting one too, for us”, I said as I turned so that my back faced her. She felt so soft on the back and I liked that feeling.

  “Which interesting news Maya”, aunt Vidya said hugging me from behind, cupping my breasts and massaging them lightly.

  “That father is also to be made the Chairman or Director of some government department. He came in for special praise from the C.M.”

  “But Maya Bhaiya didn’t tell us anything of that sort”, aunt Vidya looked astounded.

  “Has he told us anything any time aunty! He keeps all these news to himself. We come to know about these things either after they had happened or from somebody else”

  “You are right Maya.”

  As if she remembered something she lifted my chin and looking into my eyes asked with her customary naughty smile, “And, what about our dear Amarpreet. Ranjit told me that he is rumored to be a notorious skirt chaser. Ranjit…” Before she could say anything more I interrupted her.

  “And, how is Ranjit aunty. I hope he keeps you well exercised. How was your session today? Let me find out!” I said as I mockingly tried to look inside her ‘Bulbul’. My giggles won’t stop.

  “First stop your giggles, then you’ll be able to look where you want to look. But Maya what exercise dear! Just twice since you have gone. It’s not so easy dear”, aunt Vidya said in frustration.

  “Oh!”

  “Yes, and let’s hear about our Amarpreet dear”, aunt Vidya pushed the topic again.

  “Much aunty! He’s come into my life and I think soon he’ll be all over it.”

  “Why? What happened, Maya?”

  I told her about all the incidents that had happened in detail. Aunt Vidya was all ears. I was also relaxed after I have told her. I felt a sort of relief.

  “So that’s what. How do you feel Maya?” Aunt Vidya asked smiling.

  “Aunty I’m telling you because I can’t tell anybody else. Aunty I love him. Aunty I want him. I’m in deep love with him. I can feel him around me. I want to marry him. I think aunty he also wants to marry me. The way he eyes me! The way he touches me!” I said with my eyes closed as I shifted my head again in her lap.

  Suddenly aunt Vidya got up from the bed. Her face and facial expressions had changed completely. Before I could understand anything, she picked up her slippers lying on the floor.

  Thad! Thad!

  She hit me twice on my cheeks. I was astounded. Aunt Vidya had never behaved like this! She had never hurt me even with her words. Now with her footwear! Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t understand anything. What had happened? I hid my face in my palms and lying there on the bed began weeping. But I felt hurt. Physically as well as emotionally.

  “Why?” I asked lying like that.

  “Why Maya! You ask why! Girl how many abortions you want to suffer before you become sensible? Why she asks!” Aunt Vidya was quite in rage.

  “What abortion aunty?” I asked her crying.

  “He’s many years senior to you. Has a wife and a kid. Has a political career. Quite flourishing. Is he going to dump all these things for you Maya? Tell me, Maya.” Aunt Vidya said holding me by my shoulders.

  I was almost clueless. Aunt Vidya herself replied.

  “No, Maya No! He will use you dear. Suck your nectar, plant his seeds inside you and move ahead. And you! You will be happy like an opium addict. You know!” She continued in rage.

  “Aunty!”

  “Yes Maya. Happy till the day you become burdened with the fact that your life has been burdened with another life, planted inside you, and growing every day. Then what Maya?”

  “Aunty!”

  “Unable to carry and bring forth the reality before the world you will be forced for another abortion. Tell me Maya, how many abortions should a girl suffer till she comes to her senses?” She asked shaking me by my shoulders.

  I didn’t know what to say. I fell down at her legs. Holding her legs I kept crying.

  “Maya it’s not just that the body suffers in the abortion. It’s about the suffering of the heart, mind, feelings, psychology everything. It’s the abortion of everything. Every part of the girl lies shattered. A girl has to die to live again! Are you ready for all this again, Maya?”

  “No aunty no! I’m sorry. I’m really sorry!” Now everything became clear to me.

  “Maya I just want to plant this in your mind, dear. You don’t have to fall in love like a foolish girl, with anybody who comes in your life. Love is not a trivial thing and you are not a guinea pig. Don’t become the lab of failed love experiments, Maya!” She said as she took me in her embrace and hugged me tightly.

  “Aunty I understand everything now. I’m really sorry. I didn’t understand the things
before.” The sobs had stopped by now.

  “Now listen Maya. I’m going to tell you a very important thing”, she said lying down and pulling me beside her.

  “Yes aunty.”

  “Maya Rani always remember, an intelligent girl always thinks through her ‘Bulbul’”, she said moving her fingers through my hair.

  I looked at her trying to find out the meaning of what she had said.

  “A successful girl’s brain lives in her ‘Bulbul’. She should think, act and plan from there. Not knowing this has been bane of women for centuries. And, this has lead to their domestication by men”

  I was left gaping at her, lying still in her arms, as the meaning of what she had said, dawned on me. But it took time to sink in what she had said. Now, with all the experience that I have, I can tell you that, no other advice from anybody else has helped me so much in my life, as this single piece of advice has. It changed my life completely and gave a meaning and direction to it.

  That day had been quite hectic for me. So many things had happened on that day, and see all of them were unexpected. None of these I had expected or envisioned. The events, their pace and their unexpectedness, all had taken toll on me. I felt tired rather drained completely. Not just physically, But, mentally and emotionally too. In the comforting and soothing softness of aunt Vidya’s hug, I slipped into sound sleep quickly.

  Next day was Sunday and it too passed quickly with the family members. My relation with aunt Vidya and respect for her, leaped a notch higher. I enjoyed that Sunday as I had done never before. The following day that is Monday, I had to join the college. My father dropped me directly at the college.

  Again the same routine and I was sucked into it. I got busy with the humdrum of life. The days went by easily. I was doing well in my studies and quite active politically too. I was an active participant in sports and co-curricular activities. I was elected as the girl’s representative to the college student’s union, in the student union elections. Amarpreet had actively supported me in this endeavor. So everything was going on well, even better than my expectations.

  Then a very strange incident happened! It changed my perception about many things in the life. Since then I have never taken anything on its face value again. I don’t feel surprised by any kind of behavior by anybody!

  *……………………*

  My life had become quite busy in the city. Running through lectures and devoting time to the student union activities. I believe that everybody has a talent for some things and has an aptitude for them. For me it was politics. Politics was my calling I had understood by then. Amarpreet had made me a volunteer in his youth wing. He had asked me to visit the party office every day and spend some time in the evening there. Like a true disciple, I followed his advice and spent an hour or so there, in the party office. That way I came to know many youth wing members and built a personal rapport with them. I also absorbed much of the party literature, ideologies and so on.

  Aunt Vidya’s message had sunk in deeply. From then on I had vowed that enough of these love stories. My body would become a weapon in my hand, and I would use my body and my relationships to further my end. I won’t suffer like an emotional fool or an emotional wreck!

  I was quite beautiful. I was quite talented. So why should inhibitions be a stumbling block in my onward journey. You can either have your inhibitions or you can have your career. Risks are there to be taken, judiciously. Not taking enough risks makes your life itself a risk! I had a mentor too. Amarpreet was my mentor. He was interested in me. To get me he wanted to help me. I knew that very well. I was using his desire, to set foot in the politics. Though I was the daughter of a politician, I couldn’t be his successor. I mean he would have never chosen me, being a girl. He always wanted my brother to enter politics. But he abhorred the very idea of politics. In that case if I desired to have a place for myself in the political arena, I had to do it myself. Amarpreet became a great help in that. He would be the first of many people whom I would use to further my political ambitions. I had become quite aware of my talents. Especially the ‘hidden’ ones and I had every intention of using them to my advantage. Maya Rani would henceforth, plan, act and think from her ‘Bulbul’ aunt Vidya! Then a bizarre incident happened which taught me many new things about people and their ways.

  It was raining heavily that day. I had a hectic schedule. Studies, political work and then a birth day party of a classmate. I was quite tired by the time I reached my room. It must have been around nine in the night. Seema was waiting for me along with Rohan. I talked to her for about half an hour or so, during which I must have yawned for umpteen times. My eyes were laced with sleep and the body clearly wanted to retire. Dinner was out of question as I had eaten enough in the birth day party. So I took her leave and went to sleep. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. It must have been two or two thirty in the night. Strange voices coming from upstairs, that is Seema’s room woke me up. It was the sound of Amarpreet’s moans and sighs. He seemed to be in some kind of pain. But what alerted me and surprised was the sound of Seema cursing somebody in low voice! Was she capable of that? What on earth was happening upstairs!

  The light in their living room was on. I tiptoed there and stood at a distance in the dark. I was I was completely taken aback at what I saw there! Taken aback must be a soft word! I don’t know how to describe it, but know that I was completely shaken by what I saw there that day. I would never have thought or imagined about it. I would also not have believed it had somebody told me about it.

  Inside the room were Seema and Amarpreet but in what a state! Just wearing their skin and how! Seema the small town girl! Seema whose only asset was her assent! Seema who was the bored wife of a budding political scion of a political family! Seema who talked endlessly when she was not watching the television! Seema who was a mother, a daughter-in-law and a friend! Was naked! Except the black stockings Untied black hair covering her back. A big red ‘bindi’ on her forehead. Dark red lipstick on her lips. With a belt in her hand! Abusing and cursing, albeit in low voice as she went about her work.

  Whack! Whack!

  In an inebriated state she faltered every time she whacked the belt on his hips. He mans Amarpreet! He was lying there, stomach down on the sofa. Moans and sighs escaped his lips every time the belt met his skin. Suddenly he stood up. The way he stood up he too seemed to be in an inebriated state. Faltering as he moved towards her, he pushed her on to the centre table. His ‘Munni’ was in full glory and turned slightly towards his stomach, dripping with pleasure. She cupped his ‘Munni’ in her palm as she stretched on the table. She tried to savor the taste of ‘Munni. But every time she tried to do so, he would pin her on the table by placing his foot on her breasts

  “Belt! Belt!” Seema said earnestly as she pulled Amarpreet towards herself, by his ‘Munni’. Amarpreet pushed her down. She lay there on the table with her breasts, shoulder and head reclining down the table. Amarpreet took the belt and tightened it around her body just below her breasts. He sat down on the floor massaging her breasts and pulling her nipples in between.

  “Bloated?” She asked.

  “Yes!” he said

  “Fuller?” She asked again.

  “Yes!” He seemed excited.

  “Puffed up?” She asked with a sigh.

  “Yes!” he replied.

  I couldn’t understand a bit, what he asked and what she answered. She couldn’t utter another word. He had dragged her up again on the table and spread himself on her, ‘sixty- nining ‘with her. While she savored his ‘Munni’ with her lips as he tasted her ‘Bulbul’ by his tongue. As the show was in full flow, Seema began flailing her arms violently and trying to push him away from her. He got up from her laughing. She rolled down the table gasping for air and coughing heavily as she spat a mouthful! Oh My God! Had he come inside her mouth! How could I know? It was just a guess but a pretty good one, the way he laughed and way she rolled! Anyway, they embraced when she got up.


  “Now?” he asked as he gestured down.

  She nodded at him.

  He lay down on the floor, stretching himself fully. ‘Munni’ was all in full glory and throbbing. She got on her knees. Next moment she impaled her ‘Bulbul’ on his ‘Munni’ and went down on it with subdued shriek. He caught her around her waist and clasped his hands tightly around her back. And, then like a powerful engine he began pumping inside her ‘Bulbul’ like a man possessed. She had mounted him tightly and caught hold of his shoulders. Happily she galloped on. Like a true warrior he didn’t let the tempo slacken a bit. They were caught in a whirlwind and were sucked completely in the eye of a storm. That they said, sighed and moaned something, I was quite sure. But I couldn’t decipher what it was! I was myself getting soft on my knees. I would have sunk on the floor, had I not caught hold of the door. Unable to watch the friendly, carnal fracas, I came inside my room, latched it and fell on my bed. My whole being was on fire. I didn’t know what to do with my body. As if by instinct, my hand slipped inside my pajamas. Slowly it reached my ‘Bulbul’, trying to calm down the storm whose epicenter lay inside my ‘Bulbul’. How I missed my very dear aunt Vidya then, I can’t tell you! Engrossed and completely engulfed by the situation, I lay there with only one thought in my mind. When will I replace Seema and mount my stallion, Amarpreet? The time however would soon come! Exhausted and completely drained, I fell asleep again.

  *……………………*

  Few days had elapsed after that nocturnal episode. I would never judge a person on face value again. Aunt Vidya als0o said this. She always said that a person’s true identity always comes out when he is alone, in the dark or in a secluded place. Otherwise everybody is a saint. Seema to me had acquired a completely different identity. Amarpreet however, fitted more into the frame that I had built for him in my mind. My studies were going quite well and as usual I was at the top of the class. I always hated the second place. As far as Amarpreet was concerned he had his eyes firmly fixed on me and it was just a matter of time Moreover I was willing too, more so after the nocturnal episode. He always tried to touch me, hug me or brush heavily against me whenever he found me alone. I never objected to that. I always smiled at him or teased him, to encourage him for more. As the days passed by, I found that a liking for politics grew deeper and deeper in me. Whether it had to do with my genes or my own inclination I didn’t know. But one thing was there, I had taken to politics as the fish takes to water. I had begun participating in youth wing’s programs actively. I had been made the secretary of the youth wing of the party. Though I had got the post, because of Amarpreet, as father-son duo held the local unit of the party in their clutches, yet I had come to be recognized as a political entity in my own. I had never made it obvious though.