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

by Makusr

  But, the main problem was father’s physical condition. Coupled with this he had become emotionally weak too. An emotional wreck, if I may be excused! As you talked with him in those days, you became aware of the fact that his self-confidence lay completely shattered. He kept to himself most of the time. And, that seclusion hurt him and hurt us as well. The head of the family was no longer willing to head it. Brother was out of the country in Australia. He had no inclination to come back to India, nor to take the fight back to Ranjit. He always talked of the judicial process to take Rita away from her father. But it was easier said than done. First, it was a long drawn and tedious process. Second, the case was not that convincing and Rita dreaded her father much. In the meantime Ranjit could force her to marry someone of his choice. He was not at all bothered about her or her desires. He was more bothered about his caste and the status that the caste brought with it in the society. He could have sacrificed anybody at the altar of caste. And, if that anybody happened to be his daughter, so be it. In this situation and in these circumstances I had to step in and take the reins of the family in my hands. I was born as Maya Rani and I had to prove that.

  To achieve what I intended to, I devised two plans, to be executed with help and active participation by two of my most trusted allies, aunt Vidya and Amarpreet. Those two plans had to work on two very different planes. First, Ranjit had to be made to feel that he had emerged victorious and we would concede defeat in obvious terms. This would make him gloat over his victory. We would trap him into slackening his vigil. Rita would be told to have patience and wait for him. To scuttle any marriage proposal, that may be brought before her on one pretext or another. In the meantime, Amarpreet would arrange for all the nitty-gritty of the plan to make Rita fly to Australia with Mahesh, but not before they had been secretly married in the Civil Court. Second, Ranjit had to be dealt with ruthlessly. This I had promised to myself. I had not forgotten the pain my father and my family had to undergo because of him. And, Ranjit would have to pay dearly for that.

  Ch-9

  The Plan and The Plot

  For the initiation of the first part of the plan, aunt Vidya had to establish control with Ranjit again, after a gap of few days. She was reluctant at first, but when I explained the bigger picture to her, she agreed. She made the phone call to Ranjit in the night. She knew that he would be drinking at that time. Ranjit hurled filthy abuses at her, as he heard her voice. After he had finished his gutter language, he hung up the phone, or might have banged it. Aunt Vidya felt very bad that day. She was quite sad too. She had cried bitterly before me, as I happened to be there when I made the phone call. I had consoled her. I told that it was part of the game. We wanted to draw him out and trap him in our net. For that hunter had to pose as the hunted. This was exactly what we were doing. We knew that he would be on high, having vented his feelings and having insulted the sister of Balram. We waited for few more days. My presence was required in the city. Aunt Vidya had to shoulder the responsibility carrying forward the plan. She had understood her part in the plan and was ready for the next move. After few more days had elapsed, she made the phone call to Ranjit again. Though abuses had always been part of Ranjit’s vocabulary, yet the tone and tenor of his voice in this call was different. Aunt Vidya made me abreast of the happenings. She had successfully initiated the plan. Ranjit was ready to bite the bait. The third call proved this thing beyond doubt. Not because of what transpired in the call, but; because who made the call. This call was made by Ranjit. He wanted to resume his friendship (sic) with aunt Vidya again. In reality it meant that he wanted to resume his steamy sessions with aunt Vidya again. Aunt Vidya had proved herself to be a good actor. Lecherous men are easiest to trap, and Ranjit was no different. Aunt Vidya was to have one steamy session with Ranjit, to put him at ease. He would gloat over his victory and that would lower the level of his alertness. The place they had chosen for it was to be the same, they had used many times before. The room adjacent to the village temple! That room belonged to the priest of the temple, if you could call him that. This room could be entered both from inside the temple and from the back door too. Every evening the so called priest would enter the world of opium and would recover only in the mornings. The way he eyed the village girls and the way he showed his greed for the offerings, was disgusting. God, what type of people you give shelter to! But he had one great ‘ability’. He was perfect crony of Ranjit! The moment Ranjit entered his room, he would close the door of his room from inside and go out from the back door and smoke hash outside. Now anybody visiting the temple could easily slip inside the room without being noticed. After attending to their ‘business’, they could easily slip out of the room, into the temple and then exit from it. People watching you would see you as going and coming out of the temple, and would never come to know what had transpired inside the room. This was how they did it! Ranjit used to come inside the room, from the back door, half an hour before aunt Vidya would be visiting the temple. Aunt Vidya would easily slip inside the room from the temple side. After their, ‘close encounter of the lust kind’ was over, aunt Vidya would slip out of the room into the temple and then exit from it walking away comfortably. After her exit, Ranjit would wait for half an hour or so and then exit from the back door unnoticed. This had been their modus operandi and had proved to be quite successful. This was how they did it that day too.

  Let aunt Vidya give you the firsthand account of what happened that day, in the temple room.

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  I had set the rendezvous with Ranjit on the phone. Usual place, usual time but unusual circumstances! I had always longed for and looked forward to my sessions with Ranjit. But the things were not the same that day. What he had done that day to my family, when we went to his home to fix Mahesh and Rita’s marriage still rankled me. I could never forgive him. Nobody could. But that day I had to act against my conscience. I had to give myself to him, to please him, to be his doll with whom he could play. But if that helped my family, I was ready for it.

  Ranjit was waiting for me as I entered the room. But that he didn’t pounce upon me or came rushing for me. He just kept sitting, staring at me.. Maybe was apprehensive of something or else he was trying to gauge my intentions. I didn’t give anything away that day. I was ready for the show, and acted my part well! It was I who broke the ice that day!

  I went up to him and said in a mild tone, “So Ranjit.”

  “Yes Vidya. I miss our session”, he said breaking into his wicked smile.

  That bastard! He didn’t miss me. He missed his sessions with me!

  “Me too Ranjit! Who can live away from a bull dog like you for long” I winked as I answered him.

  “And you Vidya! You are a perfect bitch! Always on heat. Always wanting a bull dog to douse your fire”, he said standing up.

  I knew I had him aroused. He came slowly at me. Then suddenly he caught hold of my long tresses in his hand and pulled my head back. Next moment I had tasted the bitter taste of tobacco, as his lips closed on mine. I had always found that peculiar smell hang inside his mouth. As his tongue jabbed inside my mouth, he caught hold of my tongue in his mouth and sucked it, licked it and rolled his tongue over mine. He was very particular about this foreplay. Here you start gradually from the tip of the tongue and then slowly spread all over. You slip your tongue on to your partner’s, push it, wrestle with it and slowly withdraw, but not before giving two quick jabs.. And, I also thought that when I am at it, why not enjoy it to the fullest. Honestly, I must tell you, his presence was overpowering. He was one of those persons, who when they ‘did’ it, you remained ‘done’. He held me tightly in his strong arms. As he pulled me towards himself, holding me by my hips, his ‘Munni’ made its presence felt in the area around my navel. It had already become hard for the ACT ahead. It had been quite long and I could not restrain myself. I slipped my hand over it and squeezed it. Ranjit’s lips twitched a bit. His hands slipped over my blouse and soon they found the ho
oks. As his fingers worked their way, the hooks gave way one by one. In a jiffy the blouse was lying near my feet. He knew where to pull and how to remove it. Under his expert and experienced fingers, the ‘sari’ followed suit. I was left standing before him in my bra and the petticoat.

  “Vidya my slut, you look perfect!” saying this he lifted me in his arms. He kept his voice low obviously.

  “I want to see you Ranjit! I haven’t seen you for so long!” I sounded quite impatient.

  There are some roles in life which you are reluctant to play. But once you start doing it you get sucked into it and forget what you are doing and why you are doing it. Such had become my condition!

  “See me! Want to watch your bull dog! I’m on display for you. See me as much as you like”, he seemed to be quite amused.

  He was quite fast and must have taken not more than a minute to stand wearing just his skin before me. His ‘Munni’ was throbbing in full glory. And, the muscular body as enticing as ever. Men! They look so enticing when they are naked. When you see their glorious ‘Munnis’, the throbbing jerks look as if they are calling you. If a woman hasn’t seen this sight in her life, it’s not worth living. I got on my knees and walked on all fours towards him. ‘Bulbul’ had leaked in anticipation, of the oncoming onslaught which was going to end its famine. Ranjit posed a magnificent sight with his hands on the back of his head and shaking his ‘Munni’, looking at me intently all the time. I was his perfect bitch on heat. Nothing would have satisfied me more than a mouthful of Mm… ‘Munni’. I took my time reaching him, and began by licking his legs and kissing it as I inched up towards my goal. As I reached there, I circled my hands around his back and took the whole ‘Munni’ in my mouth. I sucked it to my heart’s content, and then moved to the twin balls. They are so good to suck that they leave you satisfied. The vigor with which I sucked, and the slurping sound that I made, certainly rubbed on Ranjit. He grabbed my face by his large palms and crushed it on his crotch, as he wanted to reach my ‘Bulbul’ through my gullet. After a few minutes, I jerked my head away, gasping for air as I felt choked. As I looked up, our eyes met, and we looked at each other shaking with excitement and in anticipation of the things to come. Our labored breathing was the only sound that hung in there.

  “Small ‘h’ Vidya, small ‘h’”, he said smiling his typical lustful smile.

  But what he said sounded music to me, an erotic music!

  “Why not Ranjit! Take me, I’m waiting for it, bull dog”, I said as I spread myself there on the floor, face down.

  Bending down, he grabbed my legs by his hands, and lifted my torso. I positioned myself on my elbows and upper arms face down. I was completely at his mercy. He was quite a strong person, and he really could grab you if he wanted to, and this was exactly what he was doing. Thus, as he held me in that position, our bodies made a perfect ‘h’. The small one, not the one in capital, or in uppercase, as ‘H’. I wanted the extreme pleasure. So I had to work him up more.

  “Ranjit be gentle on me. I know you are quite angry, but don’t give vent to your anger here. Be…”, before I could complete my sentence, he jabbed his ‘Munni’ inside my ‘Bulbul’ and swore heavily. The first jab was followed by quick short jabs, and then came the longer ones, where he kept his ‘Munni’ in for 4 to 5 seconds at each jab and then pressed his ‘Munni’ further once he was deep inside it. My intention of working him up had succeeded. I wanted him hard and harsh that day and hard and harsh he was that day. I just had to take care of only one thing. To keep my head safe and away from banging on the floor! His ‘Munni’ was fast and furious that day. Then as the tempo picked up, he turned me and laid me on my back. Placing both of my legs on his shoulders, one on each, he resumed his onslaught, holding my breasts firmly in his hands, to keep me still. Whenever he held my breasts, he applied so much pressure on them that they would have burst long ago, had they been balloons! Since they were not they endured! As the final downpour came, his body shook violently and his grip tightened on me as if I was going to run away. I too had dug my heels on his thighs. As the storm picked up and I was caught in it, I began banging my feet on his back. My body arched like a bow as the end neared. My eyes were closed and I kept on muttering something which I, myself couldn’t understand. And then, suddenly the ground slipped under me. I felt as if the strength had drained away from my body, as I flopped on the floor. Ranjit was also unable to control it anymore and collapsed upon me. He had flooded me by his ‘love juices’. He never left me high and dry you see! As the storm subsided we lay there together. Patting and kissing, giving the final touches to our togetherness that day. And then I departed through the door that opened inside the temple.

  Sleeping with the enemy couldn’t have been better!

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  Aunt Vidya had been a great help in my plan. If your enemy is ‘loose-pants’ then you can easily design his downfall. Ranjit was no different. He had been made to think that we had conceded defeat. Getting his enemy’s sister, on his bed, meant in no uncertain term to him that he had prevailed upon his enemy. Father was suffering from paralysis. Brother was away from India, in Australia. Others in the family were women who couldn’t do anything. So whom did he have to worry about? But he made the biggest mistake of his life. He had crossed me the wrong way. And, crossing Maya Rani, the wrong way was not just bad. It was dangerous!

  However his resolve to marry her off had not slackened a bit. So, we had to think fast and then bring in action immediately, what we had thought. The arrangement for visa and other formalities had to be taken care of. For some of the formalities, her physical presence was required. We had to have patience. Then, one day a God send opportunity came our way. Rita was chosen to be the part of the team representing her Medical Institute, in the international seminar that was to be held in New Delhi. At first Ranjit had refused to give his assent to her going anywhere. But then, Rita got her Director to make a call to him. After the Director’s call he agreed to send her. But, not before he had assured that one of his men accompanied her, and asked his wife also to go with her daughter.

  Though it was quite difficult, yet the fact that she was out of the house, presented us with the opportunity we had been looking for. And, here Amarpreet proved to be a great friend and a big support. Using his wide ranging contacts, he had managed everything in New Delhi. A day’s physical presence in Australian embassy was all that was required of Rita in New Delhi. Neither aunt Vidya, nor I could have gone to New Delhi, for obvious reasons. It would have alerted Ranjit, and he would have put an end to Rita’s trip also. So our presence was must in the village and the city. We didn’t want to leave even an iota of doubt in anybody’s mind. So the responsibility fell on Amarpreet completely. He had to manage everything in New Delhi. And he did manage it well, I must say. He sent one of his confidants who lived in Lucknow, and a lady, our party colleague and quite close to us, disguised as doctors, to New Delhi. The plan was that, the people he had sent to Delhi, would stay in the same hotel, as the rest of the team. The team was to stay at Hotel Ashoka, the venue of the international seminar. That this hotel was very near to embassy area proved to be an advantage. The plan was that, when everybody would be relaxing in the lounge, or idling somewhere else, Rita and the ‘lady colleague’ would ostensibly move to the wash-room. But they would escape in a car arranged by Amarpreet, to the Australian embassy. Once they were there, his connections would expedite the matter, and after completing the formalities, they would return back to the hotel. In such a big hotel you could be non-traceable for hours together, without alerting others, in those days. You could always say that, “Oh, we were nearby”, and get away with that. We had two advantages though. Mobiles had not come in India in those days. It was a big boon for us. With mobiles you are always in reach. Second thing was that neither the Ranjit’s crony nor Rita’s mother were much familiar with Delhi. Their ignorance was our advantage.

  The plan was perfect and it was executed flawlessly
by the players. Though eye-brows were raised, yet nobody could spot a lacuna anywhere, and everything off went well as was planned. We had got what we had wanted and it was one more step towards facilitating the love birds, Mahesh and Rita, to fly to Australia.

  Next part of the plan was to arrange their court marriage. It couldn’t be arranged in the city or anywhere nearby. We had to do it away from the city in complete anonymity. So it was left to Amarpreet to arrange the court marriage in Meerut, a city adjoining New Delhi. But to do that, Rita would have to be away from her mother and Ranjit’s crony for nearly a day. So it was further planned that, Rita, her mother and Ranjit’s crony, would have to miss the train, they had to come by. So, Amarpreet had to arrange everything. He had to do the arrangements in Meerut, for the court marriage. He had also to arrange for the next day’s train ticket to our city. Mahesh had been alerted beforehand. He was asked to be present in New Delhi a day prior to the day, Rita and her companions would be missing the train. But, he had to stay at a hotel near the airport and reach in time to meet Rita and Amarpreet at the A.I.I.M.S, the premier medical institute. Rita and Amarpreet would reach there, not together of course, at the time fixed by Amarpreet. From there they would move to Meerut. Once they were through with the court marriage, they would separate again. They would move separately for Delhi, to reach their destinations.

  The D-Day came. They had to catch the morning train. Other members of the team had left for the railway station. Their taxi had arrived. The taxi had been arranged by Rita, courtesy Amarpreet. It was from the travel agency frequently used by Amarpreet, and owned by a friend of his. The taxi driver had been briefed well by the owner. Rita took a long time to get ready for the station. By the time they started from the hotel, they were already very late. What was required of them was to rush to the station. Now it was the turn of the driver to get into the act. As briefed by his owner, he stopped the taxi abruptly on a fly-over, midway to the railway station. He took nearly 20 minutes to fix the ‘fault’. Though he sped after that to the railway station, yet it was sufficient to make them so late as to miss the train. By the time, they reached the station, the train had left. Everybody fretted and fumed much. When the news of their having missed the train was conveyed to Ranjit, he vehemently rebuked them rather abused them. But, nobody could do anything, then. They had to spend the day in Delhi. They came back to the hotel again. Amarpreet who was in Delhi and pretty well managing things there, conveyed to me all the news, including the one, that Mahesh had reached Delhi a day prior, and was staying in a hotel near the airport. Rita took permission of her mother, to visit some of her acquaintances at Lady Hardinge Medical College to seek their help in arranging the next day’s train ticket. Once inside the Medical College, she exited from another gate and took a taxi to A.I.I.M.S. Amarpreet and Mahesh had also reached there well in time. The love birds chirped with each other and all three of them moved together in a taxi, to Meerut City Court. Everything was ready and all the palms had been sufficiently greased. Mahesh and Rita were married that day.