Chapter 21: The Drinks

They hug for a long time.

She separates a little, while still keeping her hands loosely wrapped around his neck and faces him. “You still look angry!” She says sadly. “My cock is hungry” he growls. “Why don’t you orgasm...” she asks. “ ... I mean in the bathroom” she quickly adds. I realize that yes, in fact, Ramesh and his gang never tried to orgasm. He laughs. “I fuck” he replies still angry “in mouth, in cunt, and in the ass. I fuck” he says. “Why don’t you find some other girl? I bet they...” she starts, and he interrupts. “My cock is hungry for your wet cunt he says with anger and conviction.

She gives a sigh of resignation.

“I am thirsty and you are angry, let’s drink something” my wife suggests. I just know he is going to mix something in the drink.

“Send your faggy husband to fetch the drinks”, he says.

I am okay with this. Nothing will get mixed.

“Can you please stop calling my husband, faggy?” She asks with fake anger.

“No” he replies. His voice is a little relaxed.

She smiles at him, rolls her eyes, turns to me, and says, “One blue lagoon” she just agrees to everything he says.

“Straight whisky hundred twenty ml”, Ramesh says directly, looking at me like he didn’t beat the shit out of me.

“Fuck you!” I say. He lets go of my wife and starts walking threateningly towards me. He pulls out a pocket knife.

“Let me tell you piece of shit ... there is no rule regarding dragging a faggot out and cutting it to pieces...” he says as he slowly moves toward me. Others from his gang circle me. I have never been this scared. I look at my wife in desperation.

She sees my face and grabs Ramesh’s hand, “Come on. He didn’t mean it. Let it go” He turns to look at my wife and she wraps her hands around him.

While he wraps his around her, he looks at me and repeats in a cold voice, “Straight whisky, hundred two ml”

I nod my head and start walking, “60 ml vodka ... neat” I hear a guy from his gang say. I nod. The rest give their order too.

Without my wife, the bartender doesn’t even look at me in the crowd. I keep calling him, he keeps ignoring me.

I keep waiting for a long time. I am getting worried Ramesh might try to rape my wife again.

I finally decide to wave a two thousand rupees note. He grabs it and puts it in his pocket. “What do you want?” He asks.

I give him the order. He nods and goes to take orders from others and starts preparing their order first. I keep asking for my order.

Suddenly he looks angrily. “Don’t you see I am busy?” He asks me.

“But I or”, he interjects. “Wait patiently or I will kick you the fuck out!”

I can’t get kicked out while my wife is inside the bar. I apologize.

He doesn’t start preparing. Every minute is making me more scared about my wife. After some time, I decide to return without taking my order.

Ramesh is standing behind my wife. One of his hands is covering my wife’s pussy and the other is on her breast. The other breast is being covered by another guy from the gang. She is holding a phone, not hers, in her hands and both she and Ramesh are watching something on the phone.