CAMEL
Shamoil Ahmad
Camel
Maulana Barkatullah Warsi's camel was sturdy and Sakeena had the
dextricity of a rope maker...Maulana was not embarrassed that his
relation with Sakeena was like that of a camel and a rope. But he was
also the Imam of the mosque and this occasionally made him aware of his
guilt, gave him occasional jitters. It is necessary to know where
actually the urge begins. It begins with the eyes. Just...protect your
eyes. The eyes were fixed on the hole of the door and Sakeena, squatted
on the floor, was having bath. Crooning out ‘' La ilaha illillah
.....'' she poured the last bucket of water on her person and stood up
to conclude his bathing. Maulana looked dazed. Sakeena's butt was
twisted like an upturned arch in such a manner that while her breasts
inched forward, her rear protruded backward. The meaty portion of her
entire body seemed to have deposited on her butt. Sakina, with a swift
jerk, threw back her locks and Maulana noticed beads of water trickling
down on the arch of her back and depositing on her butt. Maulana went
home, wolfishly feasted on his wife and proceeded to the bathroom. That
day he had gone to the house of Rahmat Ali to give him an
amulet......he was a regular visitor there. Rahmat Ali was unwell those
days. It appeared to him that someone had cast some evil spirit on his
house which was precisely why the prosperity and happiness had deserted
the household. The only son Hashmat too had taken to gambling and god
knows from where he had brought in Sakeena, the mother of two children,
to this house. Sakeena had come in with nikahnama, the certificate of
marriage. Rahmat Ali was forced to countenance this as his son had duly
married her. But for his wife Begam Rahmat it was difficult to digest
and the neighbors took no time in declaring that Sakeena was the kept,
a consort, of Hashmat. Rahmat Ali was having a burning sensation in
every joint of his fingers. When doctors failed to diagnose the
problem, it was Maulana who they came to. Maulana read out from the
Holy Scripture and took the measurement of his shirt. It fell short by
a finger. Maybe, it was spell of evil spirit . The following day he
went to the Rahmat Alis with Solomon's ring .. The door to the
courtyard was ajar. He knocked at it. There was no response. Maulana
coughed his way in. There was no one to be seen. But there was the
sound of falling water coming from the bath. The bathroom was adjacent
to the hand pump in the courtyard. His curiosity grew when he heard
some crooning sound emanating from inside the bathroom and moved close
to the hole on the door....and fixed his eyes on the peeping hole...
Yes, it's the eyes that need to be protected and one should know that
in the matters of trappings women were extremely wily. Ever since
Sakeena had moved in, something or the other was regularly happening.
She would keep pressing her demands and she had the backing of the
nikahnama. Begam Rahmat kept fuming if ever Sakeena put her hands on
anything. But in the presence of Hashmat, she could not have her say.
If ever Sakeena brewed tea, Begum Rahmat would go wild, but helpless in
the presence of Hashmat. She would keep a watch on her to see if she
was stealing sugar. One day she was caught while in the act. Hashmat
had gone somewhere. Sakeena had run short of her ration; her children
were crying hoarse as they were hungry. Maulana was then seated on the
verandah. Sakeena entered the kitchen to fetch milk for her children
and Begum caught her in the act of stealing. “You bitch! Do I have to
give milk for your bastard...?” With her children hungry and crying
furiously, the mother acquired the strength of a lioness. With one
swift jerk she extricated her hand. “You old wretch...!” “Shut up!
Arguing with me...?” Begum Rahmat held her by her locks. Sakeena too
held her by her locks.... “Arrey....arrey...!” Rahmat Ali came running.
“Turned it into a harridan house....a harridan house...!” Both were in
the severe jostling act of muscle flexing, beating...Rahmat Ali somehow
separated the two. Sakeena's eyes were disgorging fire and brimstone.
She stood firmly and defiantly there with her disheveled hair. Seeing
this dreadful appearance of Sakeena, Rahmat Ali got frightened. Begum
Rahmat too was shivering. Milk was procured for her starving children
but the sense of insecurity got ingrained and deepened in the psyche of
Sakeena. Maulana counseled Rahmat Ali. “Hashmat has formally married
her...it's not proper to commit excesses on her...” When Sakeena came
to the courtyard, Maulana quietly and stealthily thrust a fifty rupees
note into her hand as he said, “Arrange milk for your children.”
Sakeena quietly looked at him. “Take it as loan now. When Hashmat
comes, return it.” No matter how illiterate or unlettered a woman, she
is adept at reading the hunger in the eyes of men and males too easily
read the sense of insecurity in the eyes of women. Both read the message in the eyes of one another. Sakeena took the currency note of
rupees fifty into her hand. It is said that one should not take a long
look even at the apron of a woman, for it creates sexual urge in one's
heart. Women who adorn white shawl and cover themselves with black
clothes actually encourage sexual intimacy. Whenever Sakeena went out,
she took white shawl and adorned black veil and walked in a gait that
showed her chest forward, waist swinging and hands freely wading
through air like swords.... When Hashmat did not return the following
week too, Sakeena rushed to Maulana swinging her sword-like-hands. His
breathing stopped as he stood stultified...Oh God! The bathroom scene
came zooming before his eyes. Managing to breathe a little free after
much effort, he opened the betel-nut pairing casket used for
foretelling things. “Have patience...the traveller would be here in
three days...!” As a matter of fact, Hashim returned within three days
and brought money too. Sakeena was overjoyed. They feasted on pulao and
chicken. Maulana too relished chicken leg pieces. For the first time
that day Sakeena came before Maualana in the presence of Hashim.
“Maulana Saheb! Bring him such an amulet this time that he does his
work here itself...” “Men will have to go out in search of livelihood.”
Maulana smiled. “But he goes away unannounced and takes months to
return.” Sakeena said, remonstrating amorously. Maulana gave him an
amulet with engravings. It had three perpendicular and three horizontal
strands. One should know that, like private parts, eyes, too, keep
breeding.... Maulana was unable to forget the spectacle he had
witnessed in the bathroom and as Sakeena kept presenting herself to him
again and again with her swinging swords, the image kept hovering. God
provides sugar to the sugar-addict. Hashmat once again went away
unannounced and she rushed to him for his whereabouts...to ask him to
open his magical betel-nut pairing. This time the traveller was caught
in a knot somewhere. “It's difficult to say where and in which
condition he is...?” A deep imprint of insecurity surfaced on her face.
Maulana changed the topic. “You had cooked wonderfully well the other
day.” “Maulana Saheb! This money that he brings is not auspicious, it
does not bring prosperity.” “Keep the conscience clean. There will be
prosperity.” “He earns a lot, but squanders away everything.” “Keep a
control.” “How to control him...? He has developed such a bad habit of
gambling...all that he earns goes into this...and when there is no
money, he sells household items...” “This is a bad thing.” Maulana
said, running his hand on his long flowing beard. “Please give him an
amulet that it really rids him of this habit of gambling.” “I'll, God
willing...” Maulana did not give her any amulet then, but certainly
burdened her with more loan as he thrust a fifty rupees note into her
hand, “keep it.” Sakeena smiled quietly. Women do not smile for
nothing...taking the currency note into her hand, she whispered. “Come
to the house at noon.” Maulana felt a shiver down his spine....somehow
she whispered softly,” come to the house at noon...to the house...!”
Where there is plentiful stock of beauty on offer there will be the
partakers of it... Maulana reached the house of Sakeena. There was
complete solitude in the house. Sakeena was combing her hair. When a
woman is alone, she has the company of Satan. Seeing Maulana there, the
Satan smiled. “Where are the rest of the people?” Maulana queried.
“They have gone for the prayer.” “Where?” “At the lawyer's house.” The
Satan made him sit on the cot inside. “For two hours no one will be
here.” Sakeena smiled. “Is that why you called me at this hour?”
Maulana too smiled. “No one comes to my room.” And yet, he did not seem
fully assured. He looked a little worried. “Even if someone came in,
I'll show you out through the secret door...” “Secret door...?” Maulana
was surprised. Satan showed him the secret door. There was a small room
adjacent to this room and the door of that small room opened into a
lane which was scarcely used by anyone. It was bolted from the other
side. It's important to know that the saplings of sexual urge have been
planted on human hearts. One finds samples of wolfish joy in it. And
the real moment for which the Satan waited had not arrived yet....
Sakeena had cooked chicken delicacies. She had made parathas too. The
food was more delicious this time. Maulana licked his fingers. Sakeena
bent down to pick plates and other things up. The images flashed before
the eyes of Maulana....the waist swinging like flower laden
branches...and rhythmically vibrating buttocks... Satan was waiting for
this very moment. He keeps planting seeds of sexual cravings in the
hearts of mankind. He planted the seed and Maulana caught the hand of
Sakeena.... “Sit for a while...let's do some talking...!” “Let me keep
the utensils.” Sakeena replied with a seductive gesture. The cup of
patience, full up to the brim, was now spilling over. When Sakeena
returned after keeping the utensils, he pulled her by her hand.
Spreading a seductive smile, Sakeena threw herself on the bed. Satan
had vanished. He had done his job. Maulana made love...went home...went
to the bath.... Maulana was not unaware that his relation with
Sakeena... Hashmat spent most of time in gambling dens or in smuggling
activities. Maulana defended him with caution and instilled the fear of
Shariat in the family. Sakeena no longer took the help of betel-nut
pairings to make enquiries about him. She was at peace with her life
and Maulana too was having a jolly good time. Every day was a festive
day and every night a night of amorous joy. One of the deadly side
effects of lust is that it breeds crime. If a man indulging in it did
not steady himself in the initial stages, then he is gone forever. And
Maulana felt the urge a second time...He had barely risen from his seat
after taking a sumptuous meal when Sakeena held him by his hand and
said peering into his eyes,” Maulana Saheb!” Maulana was floored. ‘Oh,
God...! What a seductive pose...what a coquetry...? Never did she
present herself in this manner in the past...?' Sakeena put a finger on
her nose, smiled and swung her waist as she said,” even though I have
two men, there is no nose-ring for me.” ‘Two men...?” Maulana was
floored...'I am one man...Hashmat is another...where this nose-ring can
be had from...?' Never in his lifetime did he buy any nose-ring. That
too of gold. Wife did not adorn nose-ring. She adorned nose-pendant.
Right in the middle of the nose, a silver nose-pendant... Wife was a
religious woman but finicky...when she would come to bed, she would go
into a spell as if reading from a scripture seeking eternal forgiveness
and Maulana realized that while Sakeena was full of zest, wife was
stolid. Maulana went to a goldsmith and bought a nose-ring for rupees
one hundred and fifty. He kept it in the match-box and went to Sakeena.
They were seated in the courtyard. Rahmat Ali...Begum Rahmat Ali and
her first man too...The first man brought a chair from inside for the
second man. Sakeena was fetching water from the hand-pump. The second
man stealthily showed the match box to her giving sufficient hint about
the nose-ring in it. She smiled and on the pretext of lighting up oven
she came to him to borrow his match-box. Maulana extended the
match-box to her. Instead of going to the kitchen with the match-box,
she went to her room... Women are at the cause of most of the wily
things. A new wile was born. Rahmat Ali was picked up by the police.
Hashmat too was sent to jail. Sakeena like an injured viper kept fuming
seated in the courtyard. Maulana too shivered. The net was spread by
the Satan. Hashmat had grown into a careless wanderer. He had no money
for gambling. His eyes had sighted the nose-ring. He kept pestering her
for it. She was not the one to oblige him. This led to bickering.
“Where did you bring it from? Never saw it earlier?” “I saved money
from the daily expenses. I bought it as I wanted to have one.” “But
it's my money.” “No.” “Give it me.” “Never.” “I'll get you another one
later.” “Sell domestic items.” Hashmat got wild. “Why will you not
give?” “Why will I give you?” “I need it.” “Why should I give you my
personal things?” “Have you brought it from your parents'?” “Don't
abuse me.” Sakeena too got wild. Hashmat pounced on her and pulled the
nose-ring. Sakeena cried in pain. She was bleeding from her nose.
Hashmat ran away with the ring. Sakeena fell down on the floor and
began to cry hoarse. “I have been robbed...I am ruined...” Rahmat Ali
came running and seeing him around Sakeena began to cry louder
still,”...the bastard has robbed me....may he go putrid.” Hearing such
cuss words for his son Rahmat Ali too got angry. “Why are you shrieking
like mad?” Sakeena's shriek became more piercing and violent.
“Yes...yes...I have gone mad...beat me both father and son...beat
me...” With both her hands she kept beating her chest. Rahmat Ali got
worried. Begum Rahmat Ali was watching the spectacle from the verandah.
When Sakeen's eyes fell on her, she threw her slipper towards her and
cried,” you wretched termagant woman...has it given solace to your
heart...?” Begum Rahmat Ali rushed back into her room. Sakeena was
wailing for a while and then went to the police station to lodge a
complaint. “He smuggles marijuana. When I objected to it, he beat me up
badly and scampered away with my ornaments.” Police came. It recovered
a bag from the house that contained marijuana. Hashmat Ali was
absconding. Rahmat Ali was present and the contraband was found in the
house. Police seized the contraband and put Rahmat Ali in the lock-up.
After an hour Hashmat too was taken in. When the news spread, Maulana
came rushing. Begum Rahmat Ali was sobbing bitterly in her room. Some
neighbouring women had gathered round her. Sakeena was still fuming by
herself in the courtyard. Maulana went to the police station. Clutching
his head down, Rahmat Ali was in the prison. Seeing Maulana, he burst
into tears. “God had to show this day?” “Everything will be all right.”
Maulana tried to console him. But it was difficult to be all right. The
officer in charge was demanding rupees five thousand. “This is too
much.” Maulana was aghast. “Crime committed is also serious.” “What is
the fault of Rahmat Saheb? He could be let off.” “It is his fault
only.” The officer in charge smiled. “How come?” “You have come for
him.” “Yes.” “The boy is a useless fellow. You haven't come for him?”
“Yes.” “Then the price must be paid.” “Please make some concession...”
Maulana pleaded. “Is it not a shameful matter that an elderly man
should be locked up for a crime as heinous as smuggling?” “It's
terrible.” “Then the price...?” Maulana returned, lost and
disappointed. The following day Sakeena smuggled him in from the secret
door. There was complete quietude in the house. Begum Rahmat Ali had
taken refuge at one of her neighbours' house. It was dark in the room.
Verandah was lit up dim light. Children were asleep at the farthest end
of the cot. “What was the need for doing all this...?” Maulana said
complainingly. “He took my nose-ring.” Sakeena said, crying
inconsolably. “What of that? I would have brought you another piece...”
“You are also faulting me only...” She began to sob again. “Oh,
don't...!” She flung into his bosom and closed her eyes. He felt
Sakeena was in tension. “He pulled it forcibly from my nose.” She said,
sobbing inconsolably. “Is a cruel fellow...!” Maulana tenderly fondled
her nose. Then planted a kiss and said,” I'll bring you another one.”
“Question does not arise.” “Why not? When I will bring it, the matter
will be the same.” “That was my first wish fulfilled...my first
gift...I would have carried it to my grave...” “Just forget that...”
“How can I forget that...?” Still sobbing, she moved closer still.
“There is no point in grieving so much...” Sakeena's eyes began to
close... Begum Rahmat Ali had some gold in the form of bangles. With
the sale proceeds, Rahmat Ali was freed, but it was long after ten days
that Hashmat was released. No one said anything to Sakeena anymore.
Hashmat continued to be what he was. Major part of his day was spent in
gambling and on occasions he remained traceless for days. Maulana had
all his fingers in the pie and his head in the cauldron. He now
traversed through the main door. Well, the consequences of sexual
craving are infinite... One day he felt the door had become narrow. He
had just returned after delivering the Friday prayer and was relaxing.
Sakeena's head was resting on his chest and he was rolling his hand on
her hips. Sakeena was combing his hair with her fingers when she
suddenly remembered a story of a bandit. There was a bandit. He used to
plunder at night and during the day time he remained in the guise of a
hermit. A stranger once escaping the dragnet of bandits came to his
hermitage with a bundle in which he had collected all his cash and
valuables. “Maharaj! I am pursued by bandits. Please keep this bundle
with you. I will return to take it when the fear of bandits abates.” He
kept the bundle. After a few days the stranger returned to take
possession of the bundle of his wealth. The saint handed over the
bundle to him and also sent some of his men to escort him safely to his
place of abode. This surprised the fellow bandits no end. “Sardar! Why
did you return his treasure?” “He has faith in saints. It's important
to protect this faith...otherwise sustainability of religion will be
endangered.” “Faith....? ...religion will be endangered...?” “Maulana
Saheb!” Sakeena suddenly seemed to have awakened from a reverie. Her
voice was stern....Maulana startled. “What's that?” “You resign your
priestly position.” “Why?” “It doesn't look good.” “What doesn't look
good?” “It's not a good thing for a priest doing all this.” “Why?” “You
are Imam...the community follows you as you say prayers for them and
this misdeed of yours?” “My misdeed...? And what about your
misdeed...?” Maulana got angry. “I am bad...people think I am bad. But
you are Imam.” “What if I am Imam?” “People think you are good. It is
important to protect this image of good.” “I am safe because I am Imam.
If I become common man, life will become difficult.” “If Imam indulges
in such activities, faith in Islam will get impaired...religion will
get endangered.” “Stop these talks.” Maulana changed the topic and
enveloped Sakeena into his bosom. “That is why I ask you to resign the
priestly position.” Sakeena said as she was being squeezed into him.
“Come on, drop it now...” “Become a common man and do whatever you want
to do.” “All right.” He leaned downwards on her, drawing his lips
towards hers. Sakeena loosened her body as she surrendered...but that
day it occurred to him that Sakeena too was stolid like his wife.
Maulana was now beginning to see sparks of fire in her
eyes...particularly on those days when he would return after saying
prayers at burials. Sakeena would stand firmly. “Won't you resign...?”
“Why should I resign...?” Maulana would say irritatingly. “Will Imam do
such heinous things?” His blood would begin to boil on this
question...it occurred to him that he too should chastise her,' ...and
what are you doing, bloody slut?' But looking at the defiance of the
slut, he could not speak anything. He was rendered speechless. He had
to tackle her diplomatically. “If I resign people will get suspicious.”
“One day they will come to know.” Sakeena continued to stand in the
defiant posture. Maulana had no answer and she would burst out again.
Fingers were now getting burnt in the pie and the head was now firmly
in the mortar. Sakeena was relentlessly pounding him with pestle.
Maulana would remain silent. But the mercury was rising by and by.
“Isn't it strange that men like you should lead the prayer at the
burial...?” “If religion is getting denigrated at all places it is
because the likes of you are at the helm.” “If during life time one did
not get the right prayer, it should at least be available on death.”
Maulana could take it no longer and he rushed out of the room. One day
it crossed all limits... During the act of sexual intercourse, Sakeena
recalled the story again. She at once sat up. “Will you resign or not?”
What the hell it is? Will you resign or not? Was this the appropriate
moment for this kind of question? In this moment of ecstasy when things
were reaching the crescendo, what's the meaning of asking for the
resignation of an Imam? Maulana was peeved. Sakeena had stood up in a
mood of defiance...she had her hands on her hips and her eyes were
showering fire and brimstone.... “This is clearly a case of cheating
the sect...” “Do you think that those saying their prayers after you
will have the satisfaction of their prayers being answered...” Maulana
was bristling with rage. ‘Bloody slut of a woman...!' Murmuring this he
raced out of the room.
Maulana's visits became less frequent. But how could blanket have
deserted him. Sakeena began visiting him off and on, spent hours
giggling and gossiping with his wife. Maulana avoided her gaze. In her
eyes he saw only one commandment—resign the priesthood...resign the
priesthood... And it exploded one day. Sakeena announced that she was
pregnant. She was happy if it was a son she would make him a scholar.
Maulana was stunned to hear the news...what if it became public that
....? But he was not going to take it quietly. “What's proof that it's
my child?” Hatred too at times brings sparkle in eyes. Sakeena's eyes
sparkled and intensified. “You may rest assured. No matter whose child,
it will be known by mother's name when it is born...” And then with a
vitriolic smile, she said, “woman is born from the bone marrow of men
because she is ordained to keep his shortcomings under wrap, but what
to do with the shortcomings of an Imam...?” “If I give up my
priesthood, people will suspect me. So long as I am Imam, no one will
dare to raise fingers.” “Veils are destined to fall off one day or the
other.” Sakeena spoke like a philosopher. “Terminate the relationship.”
Maulana's voice conveyed a sense of boredom. “What?” Sakeena looked
askance at him. “What was in the heart came out on the lips...isn't
it?” “I was joking.” Maulana smiled. “But I am not joking. Hear it loud
and clear, if you do not resign the priesthood, the consequences will
be dire.” “And hear this too...I'll give birth to this child and will
name it Kudartullah Warsi...” It now occurred to the Maulana that
Sakeena's firm buttocks symbolized her firm determination...the bulging
breasts...the swinging arms in the manner of sword...roving eyes like
those of a hawk...? Such women do not easily drop anchor. If Sakeena
says she will educate her child in the religious school...she will also
find a similar sounding word to name the child...and what if the child
took after him...? Maulana felt a shiver down his spine...traces of a
priest acquiring shape in the embryo of a slut...? Finding him silent,
Sakeena's eyes flashed sparks of intense hatred. “It is important to
maintain the sanctity of the priesthood of an Imam.” She surveyed him
from head to foot with utter contempt and said disdainfully, ‘Imam like
you...? Huh!' And she went out of the room. She did not spit on the
floor while going out of the room, but it appeared to the Maulana that
the slut had spat outside. “Bloody bitchy piece...!” Thereafter the
visits became a rarity. Sakeena too had become a little indifferent. If
on occasions they happened to meet, they barely looked at one another,
that too in silence. Maulana looked forlorn and Sakeena's eyes hardly
ever evinced any interest. Even then the spark had not completely ebbed
out. It seemed as if the fire still crackled within. There was no one
in the house one day. The inmates had gone to a marriage party. Sakeena
was all by herself. It had been long since she had met the Maulana. She
was toying with the idea of visiting him when he made the appearance.
Sakeena bloomed like flower. “If I were to ask God for any gift now, it
would have been bestowed on me.” “How come?” “I was going to meet you.”
“Where the rest of them have gone?” “Have gone to a marriage...will
return by tomorrow.” “Oh great...!” Maulana proclaimed his glee. “You
have become invisible like the Moon of Eid.” “You have forgotten me.”
Maulana said with a mild tweak on her cheek. “Move aside...” Sakeena
swung away from him. Maulana tried to grab her, but she pushed him
aside, wriggled out and said smilingly, “unfaithful...!” He grabbed her
by her waist and pulled her closer. “You are unfaithful.” “Why should I
be that?” He tried to kiss her, but Sakeena blocked it, shoved his face
away and said with a swagger: “Where were you all these days...?” “I
used to come every day.” “Not to me.” “You were angry.” “Liar.” Maulana
again tried to kiss her. Sakeena released her body loose this time.
“Go after dinner,” seemingly trying to wriggle herself out of his grip,
she said. This time he planted a long smooch and said,” will come after
leading a prayer.” “Will wait.” Sakeena too smiled. Maulana bid her
good-bye as he left. Sakeena cooked biryani and stewed kebab. She had a
long cleansing bath and put on dark linen on herself, applied collyrium
in her eyes and tinged her teeth with powder, polished her nail, tied
anklets to her feet and freed the locks on her head. She stood before a
mirror and surveyed her body from the opposite angles... Her long hair
was spread out on her mien and downwards....dark linen around her
waistline had soaked some of the dampness provided by the dripping
water from hair. Powdered teeth between her bluish black lips were
visible like some dark precious stones, the eyes were twinkling like
stars and her face was lit up like a freshly drenched rose. Maulana
made his entry through the secret door. Looked at Sakeena and stood
stultified and these words flowed out of his mouth: “Good Heaven!” “Who
are you going to kill with these munitions?” Maulana tried to grab her,
but she moved away in style. Untended hair on her mien made a sudden
movement...then she stood erect...and the bulge of her breast became
distinctly visible, looked sideways at him and said, “It is better to
kill a beast before it devours you...” Maulana smiled, took the hand of
Sakeena and pulled her into his bosom. She came in sudden contact with
his chest and her bangles made a jingling sound. Maulana wanted to
crush her into his bosom...she wriggled to extricate her out and
Maulana realized that her hips were more curvy than he had thought.
“Why are you so impatient, my lord...? Have your dinner first...”
Sakeena said smilingly. “First of all I'll eat you as my dinner.”
Maulana said sheepishly. “By all means eat me, but don't eat the
community.” Maulana's eye-brows straightened up....bloody slut...
Swinging her shapely hips she went into the kitchen and Maulana kept
staring at the movement of her buttocks... She returned and served the
food...biryani...korma...kofta...kebab. “You are being very formal and
methodical tonight, my love...never in the past did you do this.” “The
lordship too has come after a long recess.” “I hope this will not the
last dinner.” Maualan smiled...the smile was meaningful. In reply
Sakeena too smiled, but said nothing. Sakeena felt Maulana was in a
thoughtful mood...did not seem to relish eating. “Didn't like the
food?” Sakeena asked and brought stuffed and folded betel-leaf in a
silver tray duly covered with a layering. “Liked food all right, but
how to consume betel?” “Why?” “Then how will I kiss you?” Sakeena
looked at him with her half-ope eyes. He took her into his arms and
carried her to the bed while Sakeena kept wriggling...finally she too
relented and shut her eyes in surrender. ‘When I saw you the first time
in the bath...these solid curvy butts'...and then he softly began to
brush her butt with his flowing beard....gil...gil...gil... Sakeena
squealed and laughed. It tickled her no ends. “It tickles.” “It
tickles...? Bloody slut of a woman...” The sudden change in the tone of
his voice startled Sakeena. “The fault lies in your buttocks. If it
were not that curvy, there would not have been this problem...” Sakeena
tried to rise and sit up, but Maulana pressed her butts down with his
knees with all the force he could muster and took a strangle hold of
her neck with his hands...Sakeena shrieked and tried to
extricate....the shrieking sound from her were getting feeble and
horrific...Maulana put a pillow on her face and pressed hard to pin her
down....bloody bitch...you will give birth to my child....resign the
priesthood...? Ooooh...oooh...oooh....Sakeena was shrieking and trying
her best to wriggle out of it, But the Maulana had applied all his
brute force, and was strangulating her... Sakeena's voice ebbed out
within her....her eyes bulged out from their sockets; tongue screwed
out of her mouth....blood seeped out of mouth and nose spilling over
the pillow... Maulana looked about himself....was anything left in the
room....? His cap lay on the table. He put it back on his head...the
betel tray was also close by. The betel was shining as the light from
the bulb was falling on it. Maulana's lips recorded a poisonous smile
that contained the elements of his egoistic satisfaction. “Bloody
bitch!” Maulana took the betel into his mouth as he hatefully muttered
something and went out through the secret door.
