Entire week Manish couldn't concentrate on work and he was so much anxious that even Poorva (who otherwise never seem to care about his existence) noticed it. She asked him once or twice what happened and he had hard time to tell her lie. He was constantly thinking whether what he did was a right decision or not.
Worli to Colaba takes time in day traffic so Sunday Manish started early. He told Poorva he was going to visit one of his friends and in reply Poorva gave him a small sermon on how he better be doing some useful work around home rather than wasting time with his stupid friends. Luckily she was getting ready for shopping and didn't drag the issue further.
Manish reached Colaba by 10.15 and it took him some more time to find out the corner coffee house which was in a posh area and not at all a shoddy place as he feared. Rather it was full with young boys and girls chattering and Manish felt a bit secured. As he waited, he smoked after many months. It eased his tension and it felt good.
"Manish?" a voice said from behind and Manish jumped a bit and looked back.
"Ye..yes... you?"
The guy extended his hand "Nice to meet you Manish. I am Parvez".
Manish was actually a bit disappointed to see Pervez. He knew it was silly thought, but he imagined Parvez as a big burly guy with ominous look - or at least, a young stud. But Parvez was just another normal guy you see on street all the time. Short - probably 5.5", 45-50 age, thin with a smiley face and a moustache which reminds of 1960's heroes. His dress was expensive though - he rather looked like a door to door salesman than a Bitch Trainer.
The disappointment perhaps shown up in his face, Parvez laughed and said "Disappointed to see me huh? Well my friend, a man is known by deeds not by looks... what you say?"
"no ...no of course not .." Manish stammered, embarrassed to get caught.
"No worries. Now can I offer you a cup of coffee? "Parvez asked but without waiting for reply started walking towards the coffee shop. Not sure what to do, Manish followed him.
The coffee shop was full but after entering Parvez looked at a waiter who nodded and then asked them to follow. Many other waiters nodded to him with respect. It was evident that folks here know him well which made Manish a bit uncomfortable.
The waiter took him at backside of shop inside kitchen and just when Manish was wondering where they are going, the waiter opened a back door to revel rather dark passage. Parvez took out a 50 rupee note from wallet and gave to waiter "Thank you Saleem. Yeah sahab 30 min baad return ayenge, open the door when he knocks."
"Ji bhai, bahot achcha" Waiter said and closed the door.
Bhai? dark passage behind a posh coffee shop? What trouble you are in ... Manish wondered. Foolish me ... I made a mistake to marry a bitch and now I am in bigger trouble standing with a "bhai" in dingy dark passage. Nobody will ever know if somebody kills him here...
"Manish I thought we will just seat in my office and talk comfortably. I hope you don’t mind. After all it’s not safe to talk these things in public right?" Parvez asked and at the same time switched on a dim yellow light to show the passage leading to a steep stairway.
As if, if I minded he would take me where he wants... Manish thought. But in loud he said "no problem at all Parvez". No point is contradicting this guy. He already got a bad feeling and all he wanted now is to go out on road safe.
"Excellent. Come than". Parvez said and walked towards the stair. Manish followed.
The stair went up a floor and then ended before a medium sized room. Manish entered with Parvez and looked around. There were 4-5 guys around it, all talking over phone in low voice. Stack of papers overflowing on each table. In wall large posters of B-grade movies. In one side a rather good looking young girl was typing something in a computer. As she saw Parvez, she smiled and hurriedly came towards them. Manish couldn't help but notice that despite slim figure, Rubina has a huge tit’s which bounced inside her tight t-shirt as she walked.
"Welcome to my office Manish. As you see we are trying to modernize things a bit ... moving from papers to computer. Rubina looks after computer stuff here... she is a very brainy girl. Not only computer, she knows a lot of other things too. Kiyun Rubina?" Parvez patted her head affectionately.
"Aap ki meherbani, Parvez bhai" Rubina smiled at Manish. She was wearing deep red lipstick and her eyes had something even an inexperienced guy like Manish realized immediately - cruel, evil and slutty at same time. As she looked at Manish, she licked her lips seductively and winked. Manish was embarrassed, he didn't know what to say. Parvez noticed and laughed "Rubina is very naughty. Go girl, open my chamber".
"Ji Parvez bhai" Rubina said and took them to a small anti chamber. It was surprisingly well furnished and comfortable. Parvez gestured him to seat on a comfortable leather sofa while he himself sat on a revolving chair. "Rubina baby, 2 coke le aao aur Khan ko bulana .." Parvez said.
As Rubina left, Manish couldn't but look the way her ass swung in her tight jeans.
"Hot piece isn't it?" Manish almost choked on Parvez's sudden question. Parvez was smiling. Manish tried to make some excuses but Parvez waived it off "we are friends. chalta hai. You like my office?"
"ha ..huuh ..yah. What business you do exactly?" Manish asked.
Parvez smiled "That my friend is a secret. Let’s say, I help people getting things that are not easily available in market. For a price of course. That way, you can say I am doing social service" he laughed at hsi own joke but than got serious. "Ok so coming back to discuss why we are here really ... why don’t you tell me all about your wife to start with? I want to know everything.. so tell as much details as you know."
Manish started telling. At beginning he was hesitant but Parvez kept on encouraging him and soon he was telling him everything ... her bitchiness, how she treats him, how she spends all his money on parties and shopping, how month after month he has to suffer without sex. When he finished, Parvez was listening with full attention… He nodded and said "hmm so she made your life hell huh. But not to worry my friend, she will get back what she deserves. That is, if you wish so."
Suddenly he bent over table and brought his face close to Manish's. He was now looking directly into his eyes. First time Manish observed his eyes was steely grey and it was a guy's eyes who does what he says. He wanted to take eyes off from them but somehow he felt hypnotized and unable to do so.
"Manish" Parvez told in low but cold voice "tell me do you really want to take revenge on this slut wife of yours? Do you want to see Poorva getting humiliated and abused... just like what she did to you ..maybe much more? Tell me, do you want to turn your cute looking wife into a cocksucking fucktoy?"
Manish was shocked to hear what Parvez said. True, he imagined dirty things on Poorva many times, but that was only fantasy. First time someone was talking so dirty about her in front of him. Almost hypnotized, he nodded.
"No, I want to hear it from you. Tell me if you want Poorva to be a cocksucking fucktoy .. a rundi "
"I ..I want Poorva to be a cocksucking fucktoy ..rundi" Manish said dreamily.
"Good" Parvez was smiling again and the spell his eyes cast so far was gone. Manish was worried again. What the fuck is he doing? Discussing how to make wife a whore with this guy?
Parvez was observing Manish closely. He now said "How much is your market debt Manish?"
Manish stammered "I ..I don’t think should... discuss my financial .."
"Tell me Manish" Parvez said, tone turning steely again.
"3..ah I mean 3.5 lakh ..."
"Private loan? Bad huh?"
Manish nodded "yeah pretty bad. I can’t take loan from banks, my credit history is already too bad. Taken from private guys but now they want it back. Don’t know what to do" Manish sighed.
Parvez said nothing. He went up and opened a small locker at the corner of room. He wrote something in paper and when he came back to chair, Manish realized it was a cheque. He pushed it towards Manish.
"what is this?" Manish asked
"Pick up and see yourself".
"8..8 lakhs???" Manished was stunned.
"All yours. You can clear all debt and still can have 4.5 lakhs of your own" Parvez said "Not for free of course. I am a businessman. There are 2 conditions."
"What are they?"
"Well" Parvez shifted his position in chair "Let’s say that it's a price I am offering you for selling your wife to me. If you accept this cheque and decide to sell your wife, than she - her body and mind- will be completely mine, to use it whatever way I want. You cannot come back and say anything on that. That is condition number 1."
"Wh… what will you do with her?" Manish asked, now sweating profusely.
"That I can't tell you now. As I said, whatever way and whenever I way. No limit’s. Period. You will have no say on this." Parvez paused "What I can assure you is, your safety concern will be taken care of fully. What we discussed among ourselves - about your wife and your involvement in it - will remain only with me, you and my close associates. Not even your wife will ever know."
Parvez looked at Manish but he dint say anything.. He was too stunned and exhausted to say anything. "2nd condition. To train your wife, I will need certain helps from you. Nothing impossible, just normal stuff... You will see. Again, nothing we ask you to do will tie you with this affair directly, so be assured there too. So what you say?"
Manish looked at the 8L cheque and licked his dry lips. It was true that he was in bad financial debt and this cheque will take away all his concerns. It’s also true that he wanted to teach his bitch wife a real good lesson. But can he trust these guys?
"Look here Manish" Parvez said again "You got money, you get revenge.
Worli to Colaba takes time in day traffic so Sunday Manish started early. He told Poorva he was going to visit one of his friends and in reply Poorva gave him a small sermon on how he better be doing some useful work around home rather than wasting time with his stupid friends. Luckily she was getting ready for shopping and didn't drag the issue further.
Manish reached Colaba by 10.15 and it took him some more time to find out the corner coffee house which was in a posh area and not at all a shoddy place as he feared. Rather it was full with young boys and girls chattering and Manish felt a bit secured. As he waited, he smoked after many months. It eased his tension and it felt good.
"Manish?" a voice said from behind and Manish jumped a bit and looked back.
"Ye..yes... you?"
The guy extended his hand "Nice to meet you Manish. I am Parvez".
Manish was actually a bit disappointed to see Pervez. He knew it was silly thought, but he imagined Parvez as a big burly guy with ominous look - or at least, a young stud. But Parvez was just another normal guy you see on street all the time. Short - probably 5.5", 45-50 age, thin with a smiley face and a moustache which reminds of 1960's heroes. His dress was expensive though - he rather looked like a door to door salesman than a Bitch Trainer.
The disappointment perhaps shown up in his face, Parvez laughed and said "Disappointed to see me huh? Well my friend, a man is known by deeds not by looks... what you say?"
"no ...no of course not .." Manish stammered, embarrassed to get caught.
"No worries. Now can I offer you a cup of coffee? "Parvez asked but without waiting for reply started walking towards the coffee shop. Not sure what to do, Manish followed him.
The coffee shop was full but after entering Parvez looked at a waiter who nodded and then asked them to follow. Many other waiters nodded to him with respect. It was evident that folks here know him well which made Manish a bit uncomfortable.
The waiter took him at backside of shop inside kitchen and just when Manish was wondering where they are going, the waiter opened a back door to revel rather dark passage. Parvez took out a 50 rupee note from wallet and gave to waiter "Thank you Saleem. Yeah sahab 30 min baad return ayenge, open the door when he knocks."
"Ji bhai, bahot achcha" Waiter said and closed the door.
Bhai? dark passage behind a posh coffee shop? What trouble you are in ... Manish wondered. Foolish me ... I made a mistake to marry a bitch and now I am in bigger trouble standing with a "bhai" in dingy dark passage. Nobody will ever know if somebody kills him here...
"Manish I thought we will just seat in my office and talk comfortably. I hope you don’t mind. After all it’s not safe to talk these things in public right?" Parvez asked and at the same time switched on a dim yellow light to show the passage leading to a steep stairway.
As if, if I minded he would take me where he wants... Manish thought. But in loud he said "no problem at all Parvez". No point is contradicting this guy. He already got a bad feeling and all he wanted now is to go out on road safe.
"Excellent. Come than". Parvez said and walked towards the stair. Manish followed.
The stair went up a floor and then ended before a medium sized room. Manish entered with Parvez and looked around. There were 4-5 guys around it, all talking over phone in low voice. Stack of papers overflowing on each table. In wall large posters of B-grade movies. In one side a rather good looking young girl was typing something in a computer. As she saw Parvez, she smiled and hurriedly came towards them. Manish couldn't help but notice that despite slim figure, Rubina has a huge tit’s which bounced inside her tight t-shirt as she walked.
"Welcome to my office Manish. As you see we are trying to modernize things a bit ... moving from papers to computer. Rubina looks after computer stuff here... she is a very brainy girl. Not only computer, she knows a lot of other things too. Kiyun Rubina?" Parvez patted her head affectionately.
"Aap ki meherbani, Parvez bhai" Rubina smiled at Manish. She was wearing deep red lipstick and her eyes had something even an inexperienced guy like Manish realized immediately - cruel, evil and slutty at same time. As she looked at Manish, she licked her lips seductively and winked. Manish was embarrassed, he didn't know what to say. Parvez noticed and laughed "Rubina is very naughty. Go girl, open my chamber".
"Ji Parvez bhai" Rubina said and took them to a small anti chamber. It was surprisingly well furnished and comfortable. Parvez gestured him to seat on a comfortable leather sofa while he himself sat on a revolving chair. "Rubina baby, 2 coke le aao aur Khan ko bulana .." Parvez said.
As Rubina left, Manish couldn't but look the way her ass swung in her tight jeans.
"Hot piece isn't it?" Manish almost choked on Parvez's sudden question. Parvez was smiling. Manish tried to make some excuses but Parvez waived it off "we are friends. chalta hai. You like my office?"
"ha ..huuh ..yah. What business you do exactly?" Manish asked.
Parvez smiled "That my friend is a secret. Let’s say, I help people getting things that are not easily available in market. For a price of course. That way, you can say I am doing social service" he laughed at hsi own joke but than got serious. "Ok so coming back to discuss why we are here really ... why don’t you tell me all about your wife to start with? I want to know everything.. so tell as much details as you know."
Manish started telling. At beginning he was hesitant but Parvez kept on encouraging him and soon he was telling him everything ... her bitchiness, how she treats him, how she spends all his money on parties and shopping, how month after month he has to suffer without sex. When he finished, Parvez was listening with full attention… He nodded and said "hmm so she made your life hell huh. But not to worry my friend, she will get back what she deserves. That is, if you wish so."
Suddenly he bent over table and brought his face close to Manish's. He was now looking directly into his eyes. First time Manish observed his eyes was steely grey and it was a guy's eyes who does what he says. He wanted to take eyes off from them but somehow he felt hypnotized and unable to do so.
"Manish" Parvez told in low but cold voice "tell me do you really want to take revenge on this slut wife of yours? Do you want to see Poorva getting humiliated and abused... just like what she did to you ..maybe much more? Tell me, do you want to turn your cute looking wife into a cocksucking fucktoy?"
Manish was shocked to hear what Parvez said. True, he imagined dirty things on Poorva many times, but that was only fantasy. First time someone was talking so dirty about her in front of him. Almost hypnotized, he nodded.
"No, I want to hear it from you. Tell me if you want Poorva to be a cocksucking fucktoy .. a rundi "
"I ..I want Poorva to be a cocksucking fucktoy ..rundi" Manish said dreamily.
"Good" Parvez was smiling again and the spell his eyes cast so far was gone. Manish was worried again. What the fuck is he doing? Discussing how to make wife a whore with this guy?
Parvez was observing Manish closely. He now said "How much is your market debt Manish?"
Manish stammered "I ..I don’t think should... discuss my financial .."
"Tell me Manish" Parvez said, tone turning steely again.
"3..ah I mean 3.5 lakh ..."
"Private loan? Bad huh?"
Manish nodded "yeah pretty bad. I can’t take loan from banks, my credit history is already too bad. Taken from private guys but now they want it back. Don’t know what to do" Manish sighed.
Parvez said nothing. He went up and opened a small locker at the corner of room. He wrote something in paper and when he came back to chair, Manish realized it was a cheque. He pushed it towards Manish.
"what is this?" Manish asked
"Pick up and see yourself".
"8..8 lakhs???" Manished was stunned.
"All yours. You can clear all debt and still can have 4.5 lakhs of your own" Parvez said "Not for free of course. I am a businessman. There are 2 conditions."
"What are they?"
"Well" Parvez shifted his position in chair "Let’s say that it's a price I am offering you for selling your wife to me. If you accept this cheque and decide to sell your wife, than she - her body and mind- will be completely mine, to use it whatever way I want. You cannot come back and say anything on that. That is condition number 1."
"Wh… what will you do with her?" Manish asked, now sweating profusely.
"That I can't tell you now. As I said, whatever way and whenever I way. No limit’s. Period. You will have no say on this." Parvez paused "What I can assure you is, your safety concern will be taken care of fully. What we discussed among ourselves - about your wife and your involvement in it - will remain only with me, you and my close associates. Not even your wife will ever know."
Parvez looked at Manish but he dint say anything.. He was too stunned and exhausted to say anything. "2nd condition. To train your wife, I will need certain helps from you. Nothing impossible, just normal stuff... You will see. Again, nothing we ask you to do will tie you with this affair directly, so be assured there too. So what you say?"
Manish looked at the 8L cheque and licked his dry lips. It was true that he was in bad financial debt and this cheque will take away all his concerns. It’s also true that he wanted to teach his bitch wife a real good lesson. But can he trust these guys?
"Look here Manish" Parvez said again "You got money, you get revenge.