Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Nepal Princess Hitler The Man From India: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I looked around. The boat was docked at the Vypin quay and passengers were disembarking.The meeting with the headmaster of the local school had consumed more time than I had bargained for, and it was almost evening before I returned to my empty flat at Kaloor, a minor suburb of Kochi. The late lunch I had taken at an unpretentious hotel was making me heavy and drowsy. Without bothering to change, I stretched my weak and pitiable body on the bed as the sleepy eyes fell on the ceiling. Ignoring the weak and pitiable body, the energetic and enthusiastic mind asked whether it could return to Kathmandu. I nodded drowsily.Four days had passed since the encounter at the canteen and the interactions between us were trying to move on from the ‘hello- hello’ phase.It was five past nine on that day. She and her friends were standing in the shadowy corridor, leading to our class.The corridor was crowded with boys and girls, the chaos perfect

Leaving the hotel around nine, I took a taxi to the Handloom City of Nepal, as Patan is commonly called. The city is only five kilometers from Kathmandu, and is reached by crossing the Bagmati River. Despite its closeness to Kathmandu, the city still retains its old-world charm and traditional professions such as woodcarving and metal crafts. Patan is full of palaces, temples and monasteries that look almost similar in their pagoda style architecture and wood-carved windows.I asked the driver to drop me at Durbar Square, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The square consists of the old royal palace and a multitude of artistically designed temples, with the beautiful Krishna temple, built entirely of stone being the main shrine.I knew that her manor was somewhere behind the old royal palace.Even though the surroundings had changed a lot with the addition of many new housing complexes and shopping malls, it wasn’t a big problem finding the mansion which I had

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

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

My spirit returned to the body. We were still in the Land Rover and I was lying stretched to the full, like a well-mannered and considerate corpse would normally lie. On her orders, the two men had brought a bucketful of dried yak dung cakes which they transformed into an inferno, a little away from the car. Then, they carried me like a sack of dried tapioca towards it. After about forty minutes of dung heat, some hot milk and a few very hot touches from her, my spirit stirred and the body started feeling better enough for us to continue the ascend. Once again she was behind the wheel and I, in the front passenger seat. The climb ahead was so steep, the fuming and exasperated automobile paused for a frightening moment when and where it was not supposed to stop, forcing me to think that it had finally decided that enough was enough, and was considering going in the reverse at the speed of light. Twelve thousand feet! I shuddered. But, she was made of sterner stuf