Debauchery
Mobile's ring broke the stasis of Somesh who was sitting
in the office. He glanced at the phone— It was Rashmi's call from home.
“Yes— what happened?” He received the call and said.
“Don't forget— today is Nishu's birthday. Come early.”
“Hmm— I'll come.” Saying this, he disconnected the phone.
He felt heavy-hearted— Nishu was the only injury in his
life that he could never recover. He got distracted from work and started
thinking of his life.
Somesh was among those who are said to have been born
with a silver spoon in their mouth. He was the only son of a big businessman...
From childhood, he got all the amenities, pampering and relaxation from the
parents that established things in him which are not considered good in a
civilized society.
He had to manage his father's business after growing up
and not to do a job. Due to this, he did not have interest in studies. Huge
money and availability of girls around him with made him such that an adjective
was established for him— lust ridden.
He himself did not even remember how many women he had
slept with. This was such a hobby for him, for which he could go to any extent.
To make him sincere and responsible his parents got him to marry to Rashmi but
this went in vain. In five years, two children were born and after that he got
his vasectomy done.
The elder son was Gandhar and the daughter was Nishu… He
was happy at the birth of his son that he had an heir, but his daughter brought
about a drastic change in his thoughts. For the first time, when he became the
father of a daughter, he understood the definition of a daughter, otherwise,
for him, every female body was just a vagina. In adolescence, he did not exempt
the old housemaid, nor had he left the maid's daughter after growing up... All
were vaginas for him.
But Nishu had changed his way of thinking, even imagining
that his daughter too could be a vagina for someone like the other females were
for him, would make him terrified.
For the first time, a woman had become a woman for him
instead of just being a vagina.
But then he had the biggest trauma in life.
One day Nishu had disappeared as well as Velamma. Velamma
just called and said that she is taking Nishu and now she will never meet him.
Such courage of a maid— he was mad with anger and not only the police of Delhi
but also the police of UP, Haryana, Rajasthan and Punjab were very much
involved in catching Velamma and recovering Nishu but they failed even after a
lot of efforts.
Velamma was his maid who kept quiet after being exploited
by the passion of his youth and despite being very old in age, became easy prey
for him at home. She and her husband were overburdened with favours of his
family, who could never dare to make eye contacts with their masters.
Her husband may not have been able to resist this in
front of them all, but after all, he was a man and blaming exploitation of
Velamma on herself only, he left her. Velamma could not go... she had the
responsibility of her daughter. She had support here— there were thousands of
lusty eyes outside. Where would she seek support... So she considered it her
destiny.
But Somesh was becoming fond of girls as he was getting
young. Velamma was the beginning of his lustful life, and he did not stop after
that. He drew attention to her quarter again when her daughter Sanchi became
fit for exploit. She was scared… she pleaded and she felt the weight of money
on her conscience. But he warned her strictly to keep her mouth shut.
But she could hide it until she became pregnant, and then
Velamma's indignation broke out… but after all, she was a maid. She was
silenced after being threatened horribly and was given a bundle of notes for
abortion.
According to him, the story of Velamma or Sanchi had been
left behind. She went to the village for abortion and returned when he was
married to Rashmi. She told that Sanchi's abortion was done and she got married
too— but the truth was only known to her.
But after eight years when Nishu was three years old,
Velamma had disappeared with her and then he could realize that she had
forgotten nothing and was probably bottling up anger— to seek revenge... and
she got a chance that day.
She hailed from a remote village in South India, but even
after months when they could find her address, it went futile— because it had
been so long that she had left the place. Overall, Velamma was lost in the same
crowd of the world in which her husband was lost.
For Rashmi, this injury may have proved to be a
non-healing wound, but Somesh's wound was healed and the old Somesh
overshadowed the reformed one. He began to consider every woman a vagina again.
No matter people would call his name by affixing— lust ridden.
In order to keep Rashmi happy, though he would go to the
temple on every birthday of Nishu and worship in her name, feed to the poor,
make donations and at night, cut a birthday cake by putting her photo in the
house, it did not affect his conduct at all.
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It had been fourteen-fifteen years since Nishu
disappeared, but the cake was always cut in front of the same photo that was at
the time of her disappearance.
Then the phone rang again and broke the train of thought.
This time Irfan's number was flashing on the screen... he
felt tingled. Irfan was the man who arranged new girls for him.
“Hmm.” He did not need to speak much.
“I am sending a photo on WhatsApp. She hails from any
other city, for a week she is in Delhi and booked for every night. Today's
booking can be cancelled if you want. The price would be of her choice and
performance would be of your choice.”
“What is so special about her?” His interest was piqued.
“She hails from Mumbai— she is a blooming girl. She
auctions herself online. She has come to Delhi for some work, and has been
booked for nights.”
“For work?” he was confused.
“She is a model— She is a new sensation in the
advertisement world. Just have a look at her.”
“Can't we book her for any other night?”
"It is difficult— I talked to her coordinator. The
rest of the nights are for those who are big shots of Delhi. Today’s customer
is weak so his booking can be cancelled.”
“Okay— send the photo.”
After disconnecting the call, he checked the WhatsApp,
then in the next few seconds, he received four photos. The photos were in
modelling style and erotic... The girl was really hot. His desire increased...
he confirmed.
●●
Today, it was not easy for Somesh to get free time
because of Nishu's birthday and for this, he gave Rashmi a lame excuse that he
had an urgent business meeting in Panipat and had to leave on time. Rashmi
understood his nature very well and also the reality of such late-night
meetings… She was filled with repugnance but could not say anything.
However, he tried to finish everything fast including
worship in the temple, donation and party at home half-heartedly and finally,
at nine o'clock he left Rashmi celebrating and went out.
He had accommodation in Chhatarpur for such activities.
When he arrived there, everything was set— the caretaker of the bungalow, a
young man named Hanuman had made all the preparations and that special guest
was sent to his special room before his arrival.
When he reached that room, he met that girl and his heart
skipped a beat.
Perhaps before his arrival, she took a bath and got
ready. While smelling her body, he looked at the girl in the same way as a
butcher does while buying a goat.
She seemed seventeen-eighteen years old, fair, tall,
slender neck, round athletic shoulders, perfect breasts, slim waist, prominent
buttocks… everything was perfect, fit in a perfect mould— and her face was a
unique mix of innocence and sex appeal. Exactly according to his choice—
according to his expectation. On seeing her, he felt the excitement in his
whole body.
“What's your name?” He asked smiling.
“Lajwanti!” She laughed while replying.
“Hmm! Why did you laugh?”
“Because there are very few customers who are interested
in the name. In this field, the name does not matter— identity matters and my
identity is as Lajwanti.”
“It means the real name is something else— and you are
known as Lajwanti in business.”
This time she did not say anything— just smiled.
“Do you make drinks?”
“I had learned before I got into the business. Say, what
would you like to have?”
“All that stuff is there— make whatever you like and make
for yourself too if you drink.”
She smiled and occupied the corner where the finest
liquors were present and for such special occasions, all this arrangement was
done in advance by the caretaker.
The girl made two pegs.
Having the liquor, he made her sit in his lap and began
to move his hand on her body like a skilled musician moves his hand over an
instrument.
Of course, she was a beautiful poem, of which he listened
to every line, absorbed himself in it. Throughout the night, he was so
dissolved into her that he forgot the world. Intimacy with this tender girl
delighted him of the same that he had always longed for.
Listening to this poetry, when he went to sleep, he did
not know and woke up in the morning when someone was knocking the door.
At first, his drowsy mind could not register anything but
when he understood he blew up. Who dares to wake him up like this?
He looked at the girl lying nearby— her sleep was also
disturbed due to the door being rammed and she was looking at him with
curiosity.
They both were not wearing anything... He got up and
dressed first and then opened the door. There was an old woman standing in
front of him who entered by moving him.
“Who are you?” He shouted.
“Look carefully— then you won't need to ask.” The old
lady replied leisurely while sitting on the chair.
He could not recognize her by the appearance, but her
voice and the manner of speaking caused a stir in his pile of memories and his
eyes turned red with anger— she was Velamma.
“Mother— why have you come here like this?” The girl sat
up addressing the old woman with little resentment— covering her chest with a
sheet.
Mother— his mind got a second shock and he started
staring at them both. Then his inertia broke when Velamma laughed and he
remembered exactly how Velamma had hurt him. He furrowed, his fists clenched,
nostrils began to swell and while being furious he caught Velamma's neck.
“Kill me— kill me. The goal of my life is now
fulfilled... I have no desire to live more.” She spoke in inarticulate voice.
“Where is my daughter?” He shouted while gritting his
teeth.
“Ask about my daughter before that.” Suddenly, Velamma's
facial expression changed and she jolted his hands from her neck.
He was staring at her with anger.
“After leaving your house, I got her abortion done in
Delhi itself and came to the village with her. Not to my hometown but to my
maternal grandmother’s place. Sanchi got married to a Mumbai-based taxi driver,
but not all men are so naive to not understand the difference between a virgin
and a woman who was constantly consumed. He made Sanchi confess the truth by
beating her and then sold her to a brothel. I, a lonely woman could not do
anything and could never find my daughter. She was caught in the market of
prostitution. Will someone tell what she was punished for?”
Somesh could not speak anything.
“My husband left me because of you— my life was spoiled
because of you. Because of you, my daughter's life was ruined Seth... Have you
ever realized that when I returned to your house to work, what vengeance was
brewing inside me? Of course, I was comforted for the first time on the day I
managed to give you the pain of your daughter... and today the purpose of my
life is over when I will tell you what I did to your daughter. Today's
satisfaction was the ultimate goal of my life— no more desire is left now.”
“What did you do to my daughter?” His voice choked.
“I raised her as my daughter— sometimes sold myself for
ten rupees, sometimes did labour, sometimes even stole, but kept her away from
all the troubles, but at every step making her realise that your mother is a
prostitute and you have to be the same as you grow up... but not a cheap
prostitute like your mother, a high class escort! Such a prostitute that every
rich person like you drools over her. And I made her the same... and you are a
very amorous person. You are known as lust ridden in society… So I came to
Delhi specifically to reach you.”
Somesh's heart stood still— he would look at Velamma with
teary eyes and sometimes at the girl, who was looking at Velamma with a shocked
face.
“Meet Seth, fond of women... meet your daughter! The
blooming bud that you trampled in your bed all night is nobody else but your
own daughter.” Each word of Velamma was tearing his heart out.
He felt as if he had lost his life. He staggered back and
sat down on the floor. His eyes were almost lifeless when he saw his daughter.
Velamma stood up from the chair.
“I am giving your daughter back to you Seth— I am
spitting back on your face, that you had spit on my face once. Then what if you
have a daughter— daughter is also a vagina.”
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