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Chapter Five
The Gorkha might have heard something, for he abruptly got up and rushed towards the gate. Yelling at me to get up and stand to one side, he spread the gates wide.
A scuba-blue Audi sedan with tinted glass-windows turned in and zoomed past me towards the mansion. As I watched, it screeched to a stop about twenty meters from the gate. The back door opened and she stepped out. Looking at me, she held on to the door as if about to fall. Before I could react or even think, she bent inside the car, pulled out a silver platter and ran towards me. Applying the vermilion on my forehead, she thrust a piece of sweet into my mouth. I could see tears building up in her eyes. As I stood there perplexed, she ran towards the manor, ignoring the car and me.
I looked towards the gate. The middle aged toad was scratching his cap with a bizarre look on the face.
“Alexei.”
I jerked at the voice and stared into the face of the aged driver. ‘How
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We walked out of the mansion, into the multi-coloured garden. I trailed her among the countless roses, tulips, fragarias and other exotic plants.“Where is your luggage?” she asked.“At the hotel,” I said.She looked at me, “We will get it after lunch.”“I can stay at the hotel,” then seeing her look, added, “I don’t want to be a trouble.”She didn’t say anything.We continued the stroll. I looked at the fleet of cars and thought of asking her about the unfamiliar ones, but changed my mind; instead I complimented her on the tall pigeon- house which was at the centre of the garden. She was deep in her private thoughts and didn’t bother to reply. We wandered here and there, with no apparent destination in sight. As we neared the back of the mansion, I could hear thunderous barking and growling of dogs.“You keep dogs?” I asked.She nod
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She had asked the maid, who incidentally was Kakka’s wife to return to their quarters, and was at that time in the kitchen, dropping chicken thighs into the boiling oil. I wandered in. The Peter Scot, a few bottles of soda and a crystal glass were arranged on the burgundy granite kitchen platform that ran along the festooned wall.She turned and smiled, “Had your shower?”Nodding, I climbed on to the platform and sat cross legged on it. In spite of the astringent cold outside, I was in a lungi and a T- shirt as I felt more comfortable in them. Anyway, the kitchen was warm.“You look handsome in this attire,” she tittered.I watched her, moving around in a lime-green negligee, opening and closing jars and bottles before replacing them in the appointed places. I could see that she was not new to kitchen duties. She droned around like an exultant bee.“Who told you I drink?” leaning against t
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It was one thousand eight hundred seconds before she came. There was a faint creaking sound as the centuries-old wooden doors stirred in their pivots. As she walked towards me, the flames from the hearth stared at her furiously, incensed at the impropriety of the late night visit. Indifferent to their concerns and clad in a full size shirt and blue pyjamas, she stood there in the sizzling light, watching me.Getting up, I went to her. I hesitated for just a tiny moment before finding her squashy lips for a long husky kiss. Our lips fitted perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. I met no resistance when I led her to the lavish double bed.By now the flames had reconciled to our union and were throwing benevolent and generous glow over the walls and around the room. I looked down to see the bulging breasts through the opening between the two shirt buttons. Taking my hands, she guided them under the shirt. Very soon, two pairs of hands were squashing and
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Mount Everest was quaking and slowly tilting towards Bihar and UP. I tried to scream out to Nitish Kumar and Mayawati to move out of the way but the voice was trapped in the throat and wouldn’t come out.I opened the eyes into her smiling face. She gave me a small kiss on the lips before putting a clay cup of tea in my stiff hands.“Nanaji will meet you at ten,” she said.I tried to snuggle under her sweater but she pushed me away, “Look at the watch.”I had less than thirty minutes. I asked, “How do I start…, I mean, how do I greet him or what do I tell him first?”“There is no need to panic; I have already spoken to him. He knows all about you and the purpose of your visit. There will be a flat stone at his feet. Sit on it and ask your questions,” she said while massaging my head.
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