Chapter 1

Having grown up in Mumbai in a wealthy family I was attending college in USA in the mid 1990s. As chance would have it, my roommate was from India as well - Vivek Thakur. Over several drinking sessions we discovered that we had a couple of very unique things in common. Both our fathers had initiated us into the ways of sex with lower class women. Both of us enjoyed very rough sex with maids and both of us had a fetish for long haired women. He had an advantage because he was from a Zamindar family in semi-rural Haryana where his family owned land, the police and the politics. They had complete control over the people. When it came time for winter break, he invited me over to his house. He promised me the best time of my life.

We landed at Delhi airport on Dec 18th 1994 at around 11PM local time. We got picked up by Vivek’s driver for the 2+ hour drive to his estate in Haryana. His driver - Rajpal - was in his 20s. He was very subservient and bowed before us when he saw us at airport and took our luggage. He addressed Vivek as ‘chotay thakur’ (younger landlord) and ‘malik’ (master). Few minutes after our drive began, Vivek asked him “Rajpal, teri mast biwi Champa ke kya haal hain. Jab mein America gaya tha teen mahinay pehelay to Champa ne uss samay bacchay ko janam diya tha. Meri baap ke bacchay ko. Aaj kal kaisi hai?” (Rajpal, how is your sexy wife Champa doing? When I had left for America 3 months ago she had given birth to my father’s child. How is she now?).

Rajpal mumbled “ji chotay Thakur ... Champa theekh hai” (Yes young landlord ... Champa is fine). Vivek told me that his dad had been nailing Rajpal’s bride since he set eyes on her at their wedding and had knocked her up and she had given birth to his dad’s bastard son just before Vivek had left for USA in later August.

Vivek then asked Rajpal “aur teri chikni behen Malti. Uske bahut choda that mainay jaanay se pehele” (And your tight sister Malti? I had fucked her a lot before leaving).