Chapter 3

When Mangesh returned with the tea for Subhash, he noticed his wife Shanta’s sari lying on the grass. He picked it up wordlessly.

Subhash Thakur: “Ab jaa, mere liye whiskey banakar la. Aur apni biwi ko bol ki mere liye mere pasand ke samosay banakar laayi” (Now go and get me a whiskey and tell your wife to make the samosas as I like them and bring them to me).

Mangesh bowed, did namaste and acknowledging his master’s instructions, quickly walked back to the main house with his wife’s sari in his hands.

By about 8PM, Subhash had finished his first whiskey and some snacks that Mangesh had brought out to tide him over while the samosas were being made by Shanta bai. A powerfully built, white haired man in his mid to late 60s entered the garden from the main house. He was Vishwanath Singh, Subhash’s father and the retired patriarch of the family.

Vishwanath had decided to take a step back from the business of running such a large estate about five years prior when his wife had passed away from cancer and one of two of his own health problems began to manifest. That being said, he was still an imposing, bull-like figure, as tall as his son Subhash and well built. In his younger days he had been a wrestler and even now he oversaw the day-to-day operations of a wrestling school. He lived about 5 minutes drive on his own estate. He liked his privacy.

Father & son hugged affectionately. Subhash called out to Mangesh and ordered him to bring two whiskeys and the samosas.

Vishwanath then called out as well: “Varsha, idhar aa bahar kuttiya” (Varsha come out here, bitch).

Varsha was a ripe, full bodied 39 year old Haryanvi woman. About 5ft 5inch tall, full breasts about 36C size, a waist of about 32 and an ass of about 36. Her thick, luscious, jet black hair was left open and displayed in front and fell down to her crotch area. She wore a semi-transparent, thin cotton sari but no blouse or bra or petticoat. As such, her dusky colored, naked arms, tummy and legs were clearly displayed. Her nipples were also visible through the semi transparent sari and the only piece of adornment on her body was a simple mangalsutra that hung around her neck as a sign of her being a married woman. She had a red bindi on her forehead and light red lipstick on her lips. There was “sindoor” (a red powder) in her head parting that also signified her married status.

Varsha was the wife of Vishwanath’s gardener and in the past decade she had borne Vishwanath three bastard children. Additionally, she had one child from her husband who was now 21 years old. Given their long relationship, Vishwanath had acknowledged their three children together as his progeny and made accommodations for their care & education. Her oldest child (from her husband) was Murli and worked as an autorickshaw driver in the big city of Lucknow.