Chapter 2

We got ready for the day and went downstairs to join our mother in the kitchen. She was having her periods, so was not supposed to cook. We busied ourselves in preparing tea and breakfast for three of us. I wanted to know more but Pooja asked me to wait till we go back to our room. I was all the time looking in my mother's direction through the corners of my eyes. I found her normal and I wondered how women could be so deceptive. Had I not witnessed myself what had transpired in her bedroom last night, I could never have doubted her character.

After two hours, we both sisters were back in our room. I could not control my anxiety.

"Ab aage bataa kya hua?" (NOW TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED THEREAFTER?). I insisted.

We sat on our bed and Pooja started telling me further. "Ab to har subah main chupchaap seedhiyon pe jaa kar baith jaati aur intezaar karti unke agle milan ka. Teesari subah bhi wohi sab hua ... kaam karne ke baad Ram Saran ghar se nikalaa aur Amma thodi der leti rahin. Isse pahle ki Amma uthati, peechhewala darwaaza dheere se khula aur ek lamba chauda aadmi mujhe dikha. Usne Amma ko carpet pe nangi lete huye dekha aur sab samajh gayaa. Amma ki aankh khul gayi darwaaze ke khulte hi ... wo us aadmi ko dekh kar ghabara gayi aur jaldi se uthkar kapade uthaane lagi" (NOW EVERY MORNING I GOT OUT OF BED EARLY AND WOULD SIT ON THE STAIRS AT THE STRATEGIC PLACE AND WAIT FOR THEIR NEXT MEETING FOR SEX. THIRD MORNING ALSO IT WENT ON THE SAME WAY ... AFTER SEX RAM SARAN DRESSED UP AND WENT OUT FROM THE BACK DOOR AND MOTHER CONTINUED TO LIE ON THE CARPET. BEFORE SHE COULD GET UP, THE BACK DOOR OPENED SLOWLY AND I SAW A TALL AND HEFTY MAN STANDING THERE. HE NOTICED MOTHER LYING NAKED ON THE CARPET AND UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING. MOTHER'S EYES HAD OPENED AS SOON AS THE DOOR OPENED, SHE GOT TERRIFIED FINDING THE MAN WATCHING HER, AND SHE GOT UP TO COLLECT HER CLOTHES FROM THE FLOOR). Pooja was trying my impatience; she had stopped when I was at the peak of my excitement and was feeling extremely horny hearing this unimaginable story of what had been happening in the house about which I had been unaware completely.

'Ruk kyon jaati hai? Bolti jaa aage kya kya hua? Ye Musalmaan aadmi kaun hai?"(WHY DO YOU STOP TELLING? CONTINUE TELLING WHAT HAPPENED AFTERWARDS? WHO WAS THIS MUSLIM GUY?), I almost shouted angrily.

Pooja was smiling; she raised her right hand with her palm towards in a 'stop' signal. "Didi, main bhi ladki hoon ... jab bhi wo scenes yaad aate hain to mujh par bhi asar to hota hai na?"(SISTER, I AM ALSO A GIRL ... WHENEVER I REMEMBER THOSE SCENES, THEY DO AFFECT ME, NO?).

I could understand her situation. If I could get wet and horny hearing these then she, who had witnessed all these, would definitely be in a worse situation recalling them. I shut my mouth up and waited for her to restart.

"Wo aadmi Amma ki taraf teji se badha ... Amma ne petticoat utha kar apne nange sharer ko dhakne ki koshish karte huye thodi himmat jutai aur ghabrai lekin naraazi ki aawaz mein bola 'T ... tum!! andar kaise aaye ... nikal jao yahaan se. Main apne ghar mein kisi Musalmaan ya neech jaati ke aadmi ko kabhi nahin ghusne doongi'. Unhone ye bola hi tha ki wo aadmi unke paas pahunch gayaa aur usne ek jordaar thappad Amma ke gaal par maara jissey Amma carpet par jaa kar gir padhi; usney ek laat Amma ke kulhon par lagaai aur thoda jor se gusse mein bola 'Randi ... madarchod ... aire gairon ke laude leti rahti hai aur mujhpe chillati hai kyonki main Musalman hoon? Main iss aadmi ko rojaana pichhle then chaar din se iss time pe aata hua dekh rahaa hoon ... wo bhi pichhle darwaaje se ... isliye shaq hua. Main ye soch kar aaya tha ki shaayad ye tum log sote ho tab ghar se kuch chura kar jaata hoga. Yahaan dekhtaa hoon to maazaraa hi kuch aur hai, tu yahaan usse chudwa kar nangi padi huyi hai'. Amma sharm se aur uske thappad aur laat ke dard se rone lagi thi, aur main seedhiyon par baithi huyi kaamp rahi thi. Main uthkar bhag kar apne kamare mein aana chahti thi lekin mere pairon mein bilkul dam hi nahin tha uthane laayak".(THAT MAN RUSHED TOWARDS MOTHER ... SHE TRIED TO COVER HER NAKED FRONT WITH HER PETTICOAT AND GATHERING SOME COURAGE SHE ANGRILY SAID, "Y ... YOU! HOW DARE YOU ENTER HERE ... GET OUT IMMEDIATELY? I WOULD NEVER ALLOW A MUSLIM OR A LOW CAST PERSON IN MY HOUSE". SHE HAD BARELY UTTERED THESE WORDS IN HER TREMBLING VOICE, THE MAN HAD REACHED HER. HE SLAPPED MOTHER VERY HARD ON HER LEFT CHEEK, RESULTING HER TO FALL ON THE CARPET; HE THEN KICKED HER ON HER HIPS AND ANGRILY HISSED, "YOU SLUT! MOTHERFUCKER! YOU FUCK ANY TOM, DICK AND HARRY AND YOU ARE SHOUTING AT ME BECAUSE I AM A MUSLIM? I HAVE BEEN WATCHING THIS MAN FOR LAST THREE OR FOUR DAYS COMING HERE AT THIS ODD HOUR AND THAT TOO ENTERING FROM THE BACK DOOR. I THOUGHT HE MUST BE COMING TO STEAL WHILE YOU ALL ARE ASLEEP. BUT WHEN I CAME IN I FOUND A DIFFERENT SCENARIO.YOU ARE LYING NAKED HERE AFTER FUCKING THE GUY". IMOTHER STARTED CRYING WITH SHAME AND THE PAIN CAUSED BY HIS SLAP AND KICKING, AND I WAS TREMBLING SITTING ON THE STAIRS. I WANTED TO RUN BACK TO OUR ROOM BUT I DID NOT HAVE STRENGTH TO GET UP EVEN). Pooja stopped again.

"W ... wo aadmi kaun tha? Musalmaan kahaan se aa gaya? Wo kya hamare ghar pe nazar rakhta hai?" (WHO WAS THE MAN? HOW DID A MUSLIM GOT TO THE SCENE? WAS HE KEEPING AN EYE ON OUR HOUSE?). I was unable to control myself.

"Batati hoon na ... tumhen yaad hoga ham jab bhi bazaar ya school se aate hain to raaste mein paas mein ek nayaa ghar ban raha hai?. Wahaan ek chowkidaar rahta hai ... Pathan, dhaadiwala Musalmaan ... khoob lamba chauda ... wo hamein dekhta rahta hai jab bhi ham udhar se gujarate hain. Uska naam Afzal Khan hai, uski biwi mar chuki hai aur ek betaa hai jo Kuwait mein naukari karne gayaa hai. Ye sab mujhe Chhavi ne bataaya tha. Uski umra koi 45 saal ki hai aur wo yahaan akela rahkar chowkidaari karta hai." (WAIT ... I AM TELLING YOU, DO YOU REMEMBER CLOSE TO OUR HOUSE, THERE IS A HOUSE BEING CONSTRUCTED, WHICH WE HAVE SEEN ON WAY TO THE MARKET OR SCHOOL? THERE YOU MUST HAVE SEEN A TALL AND HEFTY BEARDED MUSLIM PATHAN, WHOSE NAME IS AFZAL KHAN AND HE IS WORKING THERE AS WATCHMAN. HE HAS LOST HIS WIFE AND HIS ONLY SON IS WORKING AS A LABOUR IN KUWAIT. HE IS AROUND 45 YEAR OLD AND LIVES HERE ALONE. ALL THIS CHHAVI HAD TOLD ME).

"To ... to ... to kya ye wohi Musalmaan chowkidar tha Amma ke saath? Lekin amma to bat bhi nahi karti Musalmaanon se."(THEN WAS IT THE SAME MUSLIM WATCHMAN WITH MOTHER? BUT MOTHER HATES TO EVEN TALK TO A MUSLIM.). I was taken aback with the idea of mother fucking a Muslim watchman.

I immediately remembered fair complexioned, almost 6 ft tall, bearded, heavy structured but muscular man who generally could be seen sitting on a cot at the house that was being constructed just 200 meters from our house.

I had seen Afzal on several occasions sitting at the construction site or at a small shop, almost opposite to our house, sipping tea or gossiping with the pot-bellied middle-aged shopkeeper. This shop was catering various items of daily requirements to this developing area, where a very few families had shifted till then. We also used to visit the shop; it owner lived in the city with family, but had opened this shop when this area started developing. He had constructed a room behind the shop and a small room for storing items. He was a nasty guy and always stared at girls as if stripping them with his eyes. I hated to go to his shop, but my extrovert sister was quite comfortable with him, almost pally with the shopkeeper, and did not mind chatting for some time with him whenever she visited his shop. I had seen his lusting eyes roaming all over her developing body; his stares mostly fixed on her pert breasts, whenever I happened to go with her.

"Haan' (YES). Pooja confirmed.

"Ye kaise hua? Please mujhe aage ka batao" (HOW DID ALL THIS HAPPEN? PLEASE TELL ME MORE).

"Maine dekha ki wo jhuka aur Amma ke stanon ko jor se pakad kar maroda aur phir unke nip ... nipples ko pakad kar khincha. Amma siskari lete huye cheekh padhi. Us Musalmaan Pathan ko daya nahin aayi, usne ek haath se unke baalon ko pakad kar khinchte huye Amma ko uthaaya aur doosre haath se unke ek stan par ek thappad maarte huye bola 'Ab apna kamara dikha, wahaan chal kar tujhe chodunga tab tere bhosde ki aag bujhegi. Yahaan teri betiyan bhi to rahti hain ... kisi ne dekh liya to teri ijjat kharaab ho jaayegi na'. Amma ro rahi thi dard se, lekin us zaalim ne unke baalon ko nahin chhoda"(I SAW HIM BEND FORWARD AND GRABBING MOTHER'S BREASTS, HE TWISTED THEM HARD AND THEN TAKING HER NIPPLES HE PULLED THEM OUTWARDS MAKING OUR MOTHER SCREAM WITH PAIN. BUT THIS MUSLIM PATHAN SHOWED NO MERCY; HE GRABBED MOTHER BY HER HAIR WITH ONE HAND TO MAKE HER STAND ON HER FEET AND WITH HIS OTHER HAND HE SLAPPED HER ONE BREAST AND THEN HISSED, 'NOW SHOW ME YOUR ROOM, THERE I SHALL FUCK YOU TO PUT OUT THE FIRE IN YOUR CUNT). Pooja took the water bottle from the side table and drank some water, then passed on the bottle to me. I realized then that my mouth was really very dry. I took a few sips from the bottle and asked her to complete the events that took place on that fateful morning.

"Amma rote huye apne baal chhudane lagi lekin uski pakad bahut majboot thi. Amma ne kahaa wo kisi Musalmaan ko apne shareer ko chhoone bhi nahin dena chahti aur uske saath sone ke liye to kabhi tayyar nahin hongi. Usne unke baalon ko jor se jhatka diya aur bola 'Apne kamare mein chalti hai ya yaheen chod daloon? Teri betiyan bhi tujhe chudwate dekh lengi. Unhen bhi to jawani ka mazaa lena hai ... khaas taur se teri badi beti to bahut jaandaar hai'. Amma ye sunkar ghabara gayi aur apne kamare ke taraf ishaara kiya. Usne Amma ke baalon par pakad thodi dheeli kar di aur unhen kamare ki taraf khinchta hua le gayaa. Kamare mein jaane ke baad usne kamare ke darwaaje ko poori tarah band bhi nahin kiyaa. Kamare mein le jaate waqt mujhe aisa lagaa ki us Pathan ne mujhe seedhiyon par baitha dekh liya tha, kyonki tab tak kaafi ujaala ho chukka tha aur mujhmein uthakar apne kamare tak jaane ki taaqat nahin thi. Shaayad wo meri taraf dekh kar halka sa muskuraaya bhi tha." Pooja was breathing faster and I could see a few drops of sweat on her forehead and face. This could be because of excitement or the fear she felt recalling the events. "Didi mujhe lagta hai ki wo mujhe badi ladki samajhata hai kyonki main tumse lambi hoon aur mere..."(MOTHER STARTED CRYING AND TRIED TO LOOSEN HIS HOLD ON HER HAIR, BUT HE GRIP WAS TIGHT. MOTHER TOLD HIM, SHE WOULD NEVER LIKE A MUSLIM EVEN TO TOUCH HER BODY AND CAN NEVER AGREE TO SLEEP WITH HIM. HE ROUGHLY PULLED HER HAIR WITH FORCE AND GROWLED, 'WILL YOU TAKE ME TO YOUR ROOM OR I SHOULD FUCK YOU HERE ITSELF? YOUR DAUGHTERS WILL ALSO ENJOY WATCHING YOU GET FUCKED BY ME. THEY ARE YOUNG AND WOULD ENJOY WATCHING YOU FUCKED, ESPECIALLY YOUR ELDER DAUGHTER IS VERY HOT.' MOTHER GOT TERRIFIED AND SHOWED HIM HER ROOM. HE LOOSENED HIS GRIP ON HER HAIR AND LED HER TOWARDS THE ROOM HOLDING HER HAIR. AFTER ENTERING THE ROOM, HE DID NOT SHUT THE DOOR FULLY. I HAVE A FEELING THAT WHILE MOVING TOWARDS MOTHER'S ROOM HE HAD SEEN ME SITTING ON THE STAIRS BECAUSE BY THEN THERE WAS SOME MORNING LIGHT FILTERING IN; I DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO GET UP ON MY FEET AND REACH OUR ROOM. I EVEN THINK THAT HE HAD SMILED SLIGHTLY LOOKING IN MY DIRECTION). She did not complete the sentence and I understood that she wanted to say that her breasts looked more developed than me. "Aur aaj uska Amma se kahna ki 'badi ladki ne hame dekh liya hai ... shaayad karte huye bhi', ye bataata hai ki usne mujhe us din subah seedhiyon par baithe dekh liya tha aur Amma ke kamare mein jaane ke baad usne darwaaze ko poora band isliye nahin kiya tha kyonki wo chahta tha ki main unko dekhoon. Main seedhiyon par baithi thi issey usey ye to pataa chal hi gayaa tha ki main Amma aur doodhwale ke beech jo hua wo dekh rahi thi..."(AND TODAY WHEN HE TOLD MOTHER THAT 'THE ELDER DAUGHTER HAD SEEN US ... MAY BE FUCKING AS WELL' IS AN INDICATION THAT HE HAD DEFINITELY SEEN ME SITTING ON THE STAIRS AND THAT AFTER ENTERING THE ROOM HE DID NOT SHUT THE DOOR DELIBERATELY BECAUSE HE WANTED ME TO WITNESS THEIR FUCKING. SEEING ME ON STAIRS, HE MUST HAVE KNOWN THAT I HAD WATCHED MOTHER AND THE MILKMAN). Pooja was looking a bit apologetic that I was not the person being referred to by Afzal; she also felt embarrassed si did not once use the four letter words during the narration

Looking at her pert breasts, I realized that I did not have big and shapely breasts like Pooja to attract a male attention, and the fact that Afzal had expressed his desire to fuck Pooja and not me gave me the feeling of humiliation. I was older than her so I thought it was my right to experience male intimacy before she did. But I knew that Pooja really was more attractive and physically better filled out than me. Her being taller gave an impression of her looking older, though she had a very innocent face. I was, in fact, a bit jealous of her ripe and attractive body.

For a few minutes none of us spoke, then I broke the silence and asked her in a sheepish voice to complete the narration. I wanted to know all that happened which led her to decide to surrender her virginity to the milkman. May be I shall seek her help to involve me in the game, and I was sure she loved me enough to deny it to me.

"Maine kahaan tak bataaya hai didi?"(HOW FAR I HAVE TOLD YOU, SISTER?). Pooja asked in a low tone avoiding my glance.

"Amma ko Afzal baal pakad kar unke kmare mein le gayaa aur usne darwaza poori tarah band nahin kiya"(THAT AFZAL DRAGGED MOTHER BY HER HAIR TO HER ROOM AND DID NOT SHUT THE DOOR PROPERLY). I replied trying not to let her know my feeling of rejection by a male.

"Oh haan ... main thodi der seedhiyon par baithi rahi, fir dheere dhere utar kar Amma ke kamare ki taraf badhi. Didi, sach kahoon mujhe darr bhi lag raha tha aur shareer mein ek ajeeb si jhurjhuri bhi ho rahi thi ... jee chahta tha dekhoon mard kya kya karte hain auraton ke saath?"( OH YES, I REMAINED SITTING ON THE STAIRS FOR A FEW MINUTES THEN I STEALTHILY MOVED TOWARDS MOTHER'S ROOM. REALLY SISTER I WAS SCARED AS WELL AS FEELING A STRANGE KIND OF SENSATION IN MY BODY ... I WANTED TO SEE MORE OF WHAT A MAN WOULD DO WITH A WOMAN).