My favourite post from JKG English version the climax.
Actually there were strong reasons for me for not letting him have her tonight.
I had plans for tomorrow. It will bring a new dawn for both of us.
I wanted him to relax and recuperate. A luxurious aromatic bath, gentle massage and siesta….that was my plan for him.
I am going to wine and dine them …it will include Gin seng, British asparagus, good amount of celery, drum sticks…from breakfast to evening tea. For dinner I had my own ideas. Red burgundy wine, mixed with ginger, cinnamon, cloves vanilla and sugar will be he beginning. I will prepare with my own hands, and for him, two balls of he goat, fried in very slow heat with honey and shillajeet…I had heard about and then read it in a Mughal Period treatise…it was supposed to be very effective, mom has told me and I read to that an aged man partook it and he was able to not only satisfy an experienced courtesan but fucked her 6 times in the night till she accepted her defeat. Mom has told me not to use it as even mother of four feel like virgin and cry when a man fed by this go to fuck them and here she was young teen virgin. And he was too was a well endowed young man. But in this case I was not going to heed her advice. And to make matters more potent I would add, albeit in homeopathic quantity, cantharides as garnish.
And for her I had decided to serve her with Absinthe after the dinner.
Their night will start early…after dinner may be 30-40 minutes break ( to have potions full effect) and then I will bid them bye Yes I will not be there but I will be there, watching them on my TV.
Mom had asked me how you want your sister in law to be deflowered, softy or brutally and I took no time in answering, brutally.
There was a dhaba and we decided to break for tea.
“Hey get som tea for us…” I told her and she came out. As he was trying to follow her, a stern look of my eyes was enough to halt him in the track.
I was looking at her chootar, swinging, moving in a rytham , her school skirt was unable to conatin her…and I thought female pelvis is designed like that, to be alluring , to recive male thrusts but more importantly to rear.
There were truck drivers, drinking…some village ruffians on paan shop, but except a few comments directed towards her, “ hey chamia aa ke baith jaa meri goad main…kya mast chootar hain…ek go chumaa de da ho jaani” nothing untoward happened.
But it was right time for her to get used to be all this.
And when we started our onward journey, her hips were in my mind and sudenly a promise mom made to him came to my mind.
“You will be father of 8 children in 6 years” she had blessed him.
But how …I was not in the mood for that task…and yes now mystry was solved, when I looked back. Mom had not blessed me, she had blessed him. So why not…I had given her pill…and I intend to keep her on pill till she comes back from mom, a fortnight later. But then Pill can be changed to a placebo after her next period….yes he can impregnate her…Manju Bai and Geeta were always taunting him, hey why don’t you…usako gabhinkar dena phir chahe jitta doodh piyo…may be those jokes…once she misses may be I can convince her for a month and then second time a doctor…and after that it will be inevitable….but for those things there are lot of time.
I was thinking, kink to straighten kink, that’s what I had proposed in the paper. My suggestion was that a crooked thing will look even at a straight thing as crooked. So perspective matters and there is nothing wrong in using sex for corrective measures. It is better to use love than violence. Somebody has told Power is an ability to influence decision.
And like scenes of film I went into flash back mode
At the time of vidai, my mother whispered last words of advice in my ears,
“You must try to change him and change him significantly from he was before marriage to after marriage. If he would have been a smoker make him a non smoker and vice versa. Let your impact on him be known to the entire world esp. his maikavalas.”
“Yes …” I nodded, taking care of my pallu
Sure, I was having that power now. I looked back at him, her and realize how much we had traveled.
City lights were fast approaching. My home was only 10 KM more.
And I was in the driving seat, firmly in the saddle, looking ahead.
The End.
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