Horror Of Yakshini
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Part 4: The Fall
I rose late the next morning and the idol and Renu streamed through my mind alternately and eventually mingled into one, enhancing my desire for Renu. I thought I should somehow find her out. It was foggy all around. I took my breakfast and traipsed through the ocean of fog for the cigarette stall. As soon as I approached the steep rise that led to the turn where the pan shop was situated, I took a start at a loud giggle and hot blood rushed up my spine as Renu emerged from the fog. She smiled lustfully and greeted me. I brazenly ran my devouring eyes through her skimpily clad voluptuous body. Her vast boobs bulging out of the open neckline of the pink sweater made me almost hysterical and I felt a striking resemblance of her with the idol. She got closer to me and swayed her heavy butts in the style of a dancer to send blood up my spine again. I caught hold of her hand and she smiled approvingly. I felt I must have her by any means and at any cost. I patted her on the back and muttered in a conspiratorial voice, ‘let’s go somewhere.’ She giggled with the horny swaying of her body and said, ‘come with me then’ and I followed her through the dense fog without knowing where she was leading me.
Soon we were moving down a narrow causeway and we had to remain close to each other. Occasionally my conscience and conservative nature got the better of me and the call girl appeared like a vampire leading me to destruction. But soon all such feelings vanished and my inner mind mocked my utter foolishness. The fog had become denser. I could not resist kissing her madly and she returned warmly. ‘My house is not far off’ she said in an insinuating tone. She was right and in a short while we were in her bed in heavenly union I had never experienced before. I thought what a fool I had been to marry a weakling Bengali girl and in a moment all my hitherto cherished self-styled morality were swept away. I felt the joy of freedom from inhibitions that had prevented me so far from enjoying life in full. Her body in deep embrace once again reminded me of the idol and I felt Renu was turning into the idol. I pressed her head against my chest and said passionately, ‘would you marry me and go away with me to some place?’
‘You are already married and you have a son too, you told me’ she said in a mocking tone.
‘Hell with them. I would divorce the wife if necessary.’
‘Everybody says so in bed and then forgets.’
‘But I’m authentic. I no longer have any attraction for my wife after having the experience of real pleasure.’
‘Then are you ready to make provisions for my father and son?’
‘How much do you need for them?’
She giggled and said fixing her scrutinizing eyes on my face, ‘fifty thousand now for buying my father articles for his grocery shop and ten thousand every month. This is for them and for me I want a bank balance, say of fifty thousand more.’ She told that she had a bank account and she may also accept account payee check.
The amount was trifling for me and I readily agreed. She at first could not believe my words but when I assured her that I would issue her check right after returning to hotel and pay the cash the next day after withdrawing money from my Siliguri account she felt ecstatic and dragged me into another blissful orgy. She said I need not take trouble to withdraw money from Siliguri and may pay the entire amount in checks.
I took her along and coming to the turn of the road close to the hotel I asked her to wait there as I did not like the hotel manager to have any knowledge of my hobnobbing with this slut girl. I issued a check of two lakh rupees and her eyes bulged out in astonishment as she could not believe her eyes. She turned her eyes toward me to study if I was joking with her or trying to lead her to trouble. I assured her that it was real and within a few days the amount would be transferred to her account. I gave her ten thousand rupees in cash and told I would pay the required cash the next day.
For other expenses I needed money and so I had to go to Siliguri the next day. I booked room at a hotel at Ranipole over mobile phone and checked out of the hotel at Tibet Road. Renu accompanied me to Ranipole. Dropping her along with my belongings at the new hotel I went to Siliguri and withdrawing adequate money from various accounts returned by the same vehicle.
The night was heavenly with wild love making. Renu fell fast asleep out of exhaustion but I could not sleep. The idol drew me like magic and almost in a hypnotic fit I moved close to the box, opened it and was excited to visualize the striking resemblance between Renu and the idol and my gaze remained transfixed for a long time on the enlivened idol. I got so excited that had to rouse Renu from sleep. She was drowsy at first but soon her vigor and passion returned and we were lost into the bliss-land again.
Next morning we returned to Gangtok keeping all the belongings except the idol-box at Ranipole hotel. Renu told her father convincingly that she had got a good job at Siliguri that would keep her away for some time but she would meet him and her son once a week. They could guess what sort of job it was but did not mind as they were accustomed to her staying away for such jobs. What mattered to them was money and this time it was a very attractive one. She stayed at Gangtok for a few days to buy articles for her father’s shop and garments and books for the boy. But she spent every night with me at Ranipole. Finally we left for Siliguri. In the meantime I had rented a house of a Marwari smuggler at a desolate place near the Gulma-Mohargaon tea estate. The first floor was meant for his men who occasionally came to take contraband goods stored in the cellar. The upper storey, offered to me was, however, completely vacant.