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

by Makusr

  One of the promises that I had made to myself, was fulfilled. The other one however took longer. Don’t worry! I’ll tell you about that, at the appropriate place and appropriate time.

  On that day however there was much to rejoice. But we didn’t have time to do so.

  After the court marriage, Mahesh immediately moved to his hotel. He proceeded to Australia at the mid night of the same day. Amarpreet arranged a taxi for Rita to take her to Connaught Place, a fashionable address of New Delhi. Lady Hardinge Medical College is located there. She would get off the taxi, at the bus stand. Lady Hardinge Medical College is at a walking distance from there. Once inside the Medical College she would arrange another taxi to take her to the Hotel Ashoka. Amarpreet handed over the next day’s train ticket to Rita before bidding her good-bye.

  After having done and arranged everything very well, Amarpreet, proceeded to the place where he was staying and took the same day’s flight to Lucknow, our state capital. He had proved himself to be a great organizer, and knew well how to plan and then how to execute that plan well. For that he really deserved a ‘treat’ and I gave that ‘treat’ to him when we met!

  As for the things on that day, Rita, her mother and the ‘crony’ had nothing much to do. They whiled away their time in the hotel. Nobody was in a mood to venture out, least of all Rita, as she was pretty well exhausted. They were quite happy to know that Rita’s acquaintances had been successful in arranging the next day’s train ticket!

  They caught the next day’s train and reached our city to be received by visibly annoyed and extremely disturbed Ranjit. But he was absolutely ignorant of what had happened in New Delhi. He didn’t know that his daughter Rita had become the legally wedded wife of Mahesh, his arch enemy’s son. The proposal, for which he had abused our family and caused much pain to my father, had become a reality. And, it was just a matter of time before Rita would be united with her husband, Mahesh. But till they were united, my work would remain incomplete.

  It had all been so hectic and we had been on the edge throughout. Whew!

  *……………………*

  What that incident did, was to make Amarpreet and me more intimate, more friendly and more open with each other. Amarpreet had chosen and fixed a government guest house, located on the outskirts of the city. An old caretaker looked after it. He was completely under Amarpreet’s influence. But Amarpreet took care to pay him handsomely, and to get his pending work done, if any. So whenever we visited the guest house for intimate sessions the caretaker took care to just melt away. Both of us had got addicted to each other and the people had also begun to notice our togetherness.

  A month was going to end since the Delhi ‘episode’. I was getting impatient. Rita had to be sent off to Australia. If by any chance Ranjit got the scent of Rita’s court marriage, he would forcibly marry her off to anybody, the very next day. He was that kind of man! By the way, he was himself conducting a sedulous hunt for the groom for Rita.

  One day, after our steamy session, we were lying together engaged in ‘afterplay’. We were discussing about many things lying like that. About the party, people, places, happenings and the then current political situation. It was during the talk, that the idea about ‘that’ thing germinated. This idea would give effect to one of the most important happenings of my life!

  “I am too much worried, Amar!” I said drawing closer to him.

  “Why? You aren’t taking the pills Maya?” He said in a surprised tone.

  These men! They have only one thing in mind!

  “No, no. Not that! I’m worried about Rita and Mahesh. She has to be sent to Australia as early as possible. Ranjit is all set for packing her off in marriage.”

  “Oh!” He seemed relaxed now.

  “Why doesn’t the bastard die? We’ll all be happy then”, I said throwing my hands in desperation. “But, I know he won’t die soon!”

  “How do you know he won’t die soon?” He asked, looking at me sharply.

  “I know. Evil ones live more!” I said in a matter of fact tone.

  “But what if an accident happens, Maya?”

  “Accidents. These also don’t happen to people like Ranjit. Amar, they are meant for simple folks only.”

  “But, what if an accident was made to happen, Maya?” He said bringing his face closer and whispered in my ear.

  I pushed him away. What had he said! What did he mean! But, as I looked at him, I didn’t find him in frivolous mood. He looked quite serious!

  “Amar, are you crazy?” I said as I got up and began to dress.

  “O.K., I’ve said what I had to say. Politics is an art of bringing impossible and implausible in the realm of possibility. Unnatural things keep happening in politics. Think over it. He also got up and began to dress.

  He had to go the party office. I proceeded to the women’s hostel to meet a classmate regarding the University dissertation work.

  He had gone. But, before going he had planted a seed in my mind. But that would amount to murder! No, no! How could I even think of that? How could you get someone killed like that? No way! But, if by any means he was to disappear from the scene, things would be lot more easier for us. And, then the thought of the promise I had made to myself came to my mind. What about that? What about the revenge? Was he right in acting with his friend’s family in the way he had acted? Was he lenient when he made his friend shed the tears of sadness? Is it good to make your friend suffer from helplessness? Was he joking, or was he serious? Engrossed in these thoughts, I carried on my way to the women’s hostel. With every passing hour, I was getting more and more sold to the idea, until it became an obsession with me.

  Next day when we were alone in his party office, I brought the topic again.

  “Amar, yesterday you were talking about that accident thing. Were you serious?’ I was looking straight in his eyes searching for my answers.

  He got up from his seat and came over to the chair, I was sitting on.

  “I don’t joke about these things. Maya Rani, my name is Amarpreet. I never joke about two things. About my work and about my money! And, I don’t make tall promises. What I say, I do!” He said as his grip tightened on my shoulders.

  For a moment I felt terrified and quite nervous. But the next moment my confidence returned back. I was ready for everything and anything, as long as he was with me.

  “O.K., I’m all for it. If you can manage it, then do it!” I said as I shifted his hands away from my shoulders to the breasts, and pressed them on it.

  He disengaged his hands and slipped them inside my shirt, as he embraced me from behind. He bent over my ear and said. “I’ll let you know, when everything has been planned. But, not a word to anybody, about this. And, anybody means anybody! No third person Maya!

  As it was the party office, nothing more was possible. He had to finish his work. I proceeded to my room. I was in no mood for anything else.

  But the idea, he had planted in my mind was churning inside every second. How to make the net? And, then how to entice Ranjit, to walk into that net? My mind began to work fast on all the possibilities. Many plans took shape in my mind and then died there. The accident part, Amarpreet was going to take care of. But, how to make Ranjit bite the bait? That was the question! And, that I had to do. I kept on thinking. And, then an excellent idea came to my mind! Ranjit could be moved anywhere you wanted him to, by only one thing. The scent of the raw female flesh! And, I had decided it then and there. That raw female flesh would be mine!

  *…………………………*

  Having decided on what to do, I had to take aunt Vidya into confidence. She was an integral part of everything I did. You could say that she was a part of my body as I was hers. Moreover my plan could not take shape without her help. But what about the promise I had made to Amarpreet. But then, promises are just the means. They are not the end. And any means could be sacrificed for the end.

  When I brought the topic before aunt Vidya, she was shocked. Like a dumb
Dodo she kept on staring at me. I knew it would take time to sink in. I gave her the liberty to get mentally ready for the plan. Then as I had expected aunt Vidya gave her nod to the plan. The plan was that aunt Vidya would tell Ranjit that I too desired a hot steamy session with him. He knew very well that there were no secrets between us. Aunt Vidya had also told him about our sexual relation. Thus to him, I was more of a friend to her, than her niece. I knew that he won’t be able to resist the temptation of tasting my young flesh, more so as I happened to be the daughter of his arch enemy, ‘Balram’. I knew, he was all thong! And, a young and luscious babe like me doesn’t happen always in life. I had decided that I would have a real hot steamy, no holes barred, I mean no holds barred session with him. I’ll make him intoxicated so much, that he would yearn for more. He would come to any place I would call him on his bike. Yes, he rarely traveled on four wheelers. He loved bikes as much as he loved women. And, I had decided to call him at the guest house, Amar and I frequented to. The way to the guest house had a two kilometer long stretch, with jungle on both sides. That road remained quite secluded and nearly deserted in the night. I would fix a time late in the evening. While he would be negotiating that stretch of road, a speeding truck coming from the opposite direction would lose control and then… RIP Ranjit. Aunt Vidya, I was clearly, thinking, acting and planning from my ‘Bulbul’, Pat me on the back, eh! The plan was quite good and all that remained was to set in motion.

  Aunt Vidya and I had debated on every aspect of the plan. After both of us had been completely satisfied and there did not remain a single point of doubt in our mind, aunt Vidya made the call to Ranjit. To hear their talk I too pressed my ear on the ear-piece.

  “Ranjit”, she tried to be as soft as possible.

  “Oh my bitch! Again on heat! When?” He was forthright and blunt as usual.

  “No, no not me this time bull dog. This time somebody else is on fire. Guess who?”

  “I know it must be Balram’s wife, your sister-in-law! What can that paralytic do? Nobody to douse her fire there? Send her to me. I’ll bathe her in my juice.” His guffaw took time to die down in the ear-piece. That bastard, he had no respect for anybody. Everybody was vulnerable to his base thinking. What he had said was completely obnoxious and totally unpalatable. But, aunt Vidya kept her cool. What use is winning a battle if you lose the final war!

  “No Ranjit! This time, it’s Maya Rani who wants you. She has come of age. She has been listening about our ‘sessions’ for long and wants to experience the same. Obviously she couldn’t talk to you about it. So, she has asked me to convey it to you that she also wants to experience the most ferocious bull dog in the world.”

  “Oh! It’s the younger bitch this time. She talks too much. You can’t say this to my father. You can’t say that to my father! Mother f*****. Send her, I’ll tear her apart! By the way, I have heard that she is having a great time being the concubine of the Minister’s son. Is he unable to satisfy her? Send her to the real man!” The boasts continued as he vented his anger.

  “Yes, yes, I know you are the real man. Just tell me when and where.”

  “Same place. Same time. But day after tomorrow. Is the bitch there? Give her the phone”

  “No. She isn’t here. But I’ll inform her. Then both of you can enjoy.”

  “Enjoy? If she can endure!”

  “She will Ranjit. She’s my niece. O.K., then it will be same time, same place and day after tomorrow, right?”

  “Right. The bull dog will be ready. Ask that mother f***** to do some stretching exercises. She’s going to need them!” His guffaws chased our ears even after aunt Vidya had hung up the phone.

  It was very difficult to listen to his gutter language. But, this was part of the game, and we knew that we were playing a game. Alas! One person would be missing after the game. I was exhilarated on two counts however. One, the plan was moving in right direction with right speed. Second, Ranjit had always been an enigma for me. And, now as the opportunity had presented itself, why not enjoy it literally to the ‘hilt’. Perverts and sado-masochists like Ranjit are rare. If you could endure rather suffer them, they were capable of taking you to those levels of excitement that normal lovers could not even think of. I was ready and raring to go.

  *……………………………*

  The all important day arrived soon. Shadows had become longer as I set for the temple. Ranjit had called aunt Vidya to intimate that he would be starting for the temple after the call. I had let half an hour pass after the call and had then begun for the temple. With a small carry bag and few clothes inside it! You’ll soon come to know why.

  While I was entering the temple, the defunct priest was coming out of it. He leered at me and gave me a close look and jerked his head in the direction of the adjoining room. A signal that the beast had arrived and was waiting to breed with me. Slowly I reached the adjoining room and opened the door. Ranjit was sitting there on a large iron box. Seeing me he stood up and that lecherous look came on his face.

  “So whore. Not able to control your heat!” His gutter language hit my ears. I tried not to pay attention on it and to concentrate on my goal.

  “Yes I’m on heat! Let’s see if you can do something about it.”

  “Me bitch! I’ll tear you apart and tame you right here. Women can’t resist me”, and then as his eyes fell on my bag he enquired in rather surprised tone, “Why this bag?”

  “I see that you are quite boastful. Let’s see if your performance matches your words.”

  “the bag?” He asked again.

  “Few clothes Ranjit! I hear that you love to tear clothes. Let’s see if you are able to tear my clothes! I wanted to be ready in case you do.”

  My answer must have done something to him. But instead of ripping off my clothes he nearly ripped off his shirt, and got out of the trousers in tearing hurry. Now he was all skin, except that red loin cloth between his legs. You could see the hairy roots of his ‘Munni’ peeping out. In spite of the years he looked macho. Aunt Vidya had said correctly. Some people never seem to age! His ‘Munni’ had responded to my efforts and was gaining glory every second. He looked quite restless and his face had worn a different look.

  “I’ll punish you as nobody else has done before. Not even that Minister’s son, eh!”

  He caught me by my tresses as he completed his sentence. His eyes had become red and that different look on his face had become more prominent. The sado-masochistic look!

  “it would be better if instead of boasting you do something Ranjit! O.K.” I said in a berating tone.

  Before he could answer me, I had jumped at him to hang by his neck. He was caught unawares. He was not expecting this. He fell down on the floor.

  “Is that what you were boasting about?” I mocked at him.

  That really worked him up. He got up swearing heavily at me. With one move he took off his loin cloth. His large, thick and mean ‘Munni’ jumped out of it. Coal black body with large red head. I haven’t seen such a hairy ‘Munni’ before. And, believe me; I won’t be seeing a more hairy one after! It was not just perpendicular to his body, but turned slightly up. It was throbbing, rather jumping as he took ‘him’ in his palms and began rubbing the foreskin to and fro slowly. My ‘Bulbul’ came ‘alive’ seeing her prize! She even shed ‘tears’ of joy. Holding and massaging his ‘Munni’ he moved towards me menacingly.

  “Take it bitch!” With one swoop he tore away my ‘kurta’. It hung loosely at one side of my body.

  His breathing became hard as his eyes crawled on my naked flesh that had been exposed. Standing before him, I took off my torn ‘kurta’ and threw it on the floor. That clearly excited him. Playing incessantly with his ‘Munni’ he came for me again. I lunged at him. But he was ready for me. He caught hold of my hands and slapped me hard on my bums.

  “Ouch! It pains you bastard.” I said kicking him on his legs.

  “Pains bitch! I’ll show you your place. You just wait!” He said it laugh
ing and suddenly caught hold of my bra by grabbing the two ends of the back strap of my bra. He pulled them so hard that the hooks in between gave way. It pained as the bra left my body to join my ‘kurta’ on the floor.

  His sado-masochistic traits were turning on, not just him, but me too! I saw him leak a few drops as his body jerked. He was making strange movements and swearing at me continuously. Above the salwar I was just wearing my skin. My breasts hung free. To make the play more interesting, I cupped my breasts in my palms. Jutting out my tongue, I did the licking action in air. His eyes popped out of its sockets! To take the fun on the higher level, I put one finger into my salwar. Rubbing it on my ‘Bulbul’, I took it out, and rubbed it on my lips. Seeing his body movements and his looks, I knew that I had really excited him, much more than his expectations. He must have been dying to put it in!