It felt like a hammer and I fell on the pavement breathless, not even able to speak or groan. She seemed to be in a state of shock.“ Please leave us and take whatever money we have” I pleaded pointing at my wallet, watch and camera “ I promise we will not report you to the police, if you leave us unharmed”“Ofcourse we will take all that too, but we also want a taste of your sweet wife” said the tallest guy gleefully “We wont harm you , if you co-operate”My wife knew what was in store for her and she began to kick her legs trying to free herself. Once I was tied up to a pillar , with a handkerchief stuffed in my mouth, all the guys turned their attention to my wife.
And in no measure did we look like a young desperate couple. I was getting older, but I could still lose my temper at times. “Please let us not spoil the nice evening we had, because of these goons” she urged. I could see they were quite drunk and were beyond rationale thinking.“ Hero banta hai, saala”, one of the guys taunted me (“You are trying to be a hero”)And before I could react couple of guys walked upto me and pushed me against the wall next to the pavement. But I guess these guys also realized that anyone could come by our way.“unko who building ke andar le chal” instructed one of the guys to the rest as he pointed to a broked abandoned building.(“take them both to that building”)I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach. Each one of them was bigger , stronger and younger to me.“abey hero , agar tunhe stunts karne ki koshish ki, to teri darling ko cheedh kar rakh denge” , one of the guys warned me. She was weeping relentlessly“Arey Papoo, mazaa aayega isko chodne mein” laughed the tallest guy “badi juicy hai”(“Hey, Papoo, it will be fun fucking her, she is very juicy”)Suddenly a wave of anger . Seeing my chance I screamed and kicked the guy holding me. But the the rest pounced on me and began to rain punches and kicks on me. But quickly they put a handkerchief in my mouth and tied me with the shirt I was wearing.
We looked and behaved pretty much like well-married couple. Jyoti just nudged me to ignore the guys and walk away . We thought these guys just made a passing remark and would go away. “C’mon yaar, let us also taste your Laila”, another guy said with a laugh. Jyoti was about to scream, but another guy put his hand over her mouth. While this was happening a fourth guy walked upto me and punched me hard in my stomach. (“hey hero, if you try any stunts we will cut your darling into pieces”)Looking at their ugly scary eyes, I knew they were capable of doing so. As my eyes got used to the moonlight streaming inside, I realized that no one had used the building for years. “Please leave us” I heard my wife pleading “We are a married couple I am his wife”“Oh lovely lovely” the tallest among the four said with a taunt “ I like married women”It was a full moon night, and the light was strong enough to make everything quite clear My poor sweet wife was crying in starts. I couldn’t bear to watch Jyoti go through all this. If I had a gun I could have killed all those guys then and there. Once they were assured I was helpless again, two of the guys went looking for something .“Mil Gaya, rassi mil gaya” one of the guys said happily(“got it , found a rope”)God knows where they found a rope in this god forsaken place. They tied me up securely as one of the guys kept his hand on my wife’s mouth.“If you scream , we will not just tie your husband , we will kill him” said that guy to my wife.
I noticed these guys were as prolific in English as they were in the locally spoken hindi. Another tight slap from Saleem made her jerk up with a painful groan“Don’t make it hard for yourself” Saleem said “We don’t want to harm you, but like this we will have to harm you both”But Jyoti still didn’t part her legs. Even with me it was rarely lustful hard sex, it was more of love and emotions.
I wondered who they were.“Prabhakar, iska baaki kapda bhi utaar de” ordered Saleem to the fourth guy.(“Prabhakar, take the rest of her clothes off”)In a few seconds the guys tore away her kameez , like lions attacking their prey. Seeing this I heard one of the guys “Open your eyes, or we will hit her” I had to open my eyes. “Bitch , open your legs for me” Saleem growled at my wife. Our lovemaking was soft and tender, almost like poetry. Her screams echoed in my ears mixed with Saleem’s groans.
The guy they were calling Papoo, slapped her hard a couple of times. The woman I loved so much and had taken care so delicately all these years was being treated so harshly right in front of my eyes and I could do nothing ! It must have hurt her.“Arey araam, se Suri” the tallest guy said “pyar se nanga kar isse,”(“hey , softly, Suri.
Make her naked lovingly”)“Saleem bhai,,mera lund khara ho gaya hai iske choot me ghoosne ke liye, aur wait nahi hota” the man called Suri said laughingly(“Saleem, my cock has become hard for entering her pussy.We were holding each other hand’s as we walked , feeling so much of love for each other. We had been married for 13 years, yet we were so much in love with each other, as if we were newly weds.“I love you Ajit” said my wife in dreamy romantic voice.“oh my baby, I love u so much” came my reply. Even holding hands or keeping our arms around each other, is quite demonstrative by our standard.We kept talking sweet nothings as we walked swayingly. Normally we arent demonstrative in front of people, but today we were taking a bit of liberty. We cant call ourselves conservative, but we had been brought up in families where we didn’t believe in the concept of girlfriends or boyfriends. I was her first love, and for me too she was my first love.Though our parents were not against it, but during our unmarried days, we just didn’t have any boyrfriends or girlfriends. And only when we realized we both were serious about each other , that we went ahead.Chapter 1It was after a couple of years that my wife Jyoti and me finally saw a film in a cinema hall.