A knock on the door summoned Saurabh from a ruminative silence. He looked at his watch and realized it must be his two o’clock appointment. With a quick check to make sure his desk was in order, he stood and walked toward the door.
“Dr. Sharma?” Saurabh asked the man at the door. The man nodded and Saurabh stepped aside, motioning for him to enter.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Dr. Talvar.”
“Certainly, certainly. Come in. Have a seat,” Saurabh said, gesturing at one of the comfortable wing-back chairs in front of his desk. “And please, Dr. Sharma, call me Saurabh.”
“Saurabh. Of course. I am Ansari.”
Saurabh seated himself behind his desk and looked at the man across from him. Dr. Ansari Sharma was short and plumpish, with wire-rimmed glasses and a prominent nose. Male pattern baldness had actually improved his appearance, Saurabh decided, softening his face and giving it much-needed character.
“You know why I asked to see you,” Ansari said. At Saurabh’s nod, he continued. “It’s about Randeep Vijain.”
Saurabh felt his heart race. “Of course, you realize I can’t disclose…”
Ansari nodded and withdrew a slim manila folder from his briefcase. “Here is all the necessary paperwork,” he said, passing the folder across the desk.
Saurabh scrutinized the papers–authorized releases allowing him to breach confidentiality and discuss Randeep’s evaluations. Once satisfied that everything was in order, he sighed deeply and withdrew a significantly thicker folder from the file drawer in his desk.
“Where should I start?” he asked, more as a rhetorical question than a request for guidance.
“Why not start at the beginning,” Ansari said.
Saurabh smiled tightly and flipped open the folder.
“Well, Randeep Vijain, Junior: six feet tall, 80 kgs, black hair, brown eyes…”
“I expect I’ll learn all that when I meet him,” Ansari said, interrupting Saurabh.
“Of course. I’ll have to evaluate him for myself.”
“Are you sure? I mean…”
Ansari nodded firmly.
Saurabh shook his head and continued summarizing the document in front of him. “He graduated magna cum laude from JNU, double major in Psychology and Criminal Justice, minors in Sociology and History.”
“Impressive,” Ansari said.
“Indeed. Did you know he was recruited by the CBI?”
Ansari’s eyebrows rose, then he shook his head.
“He was. He joined the Navy instead and went off to OCS. Followed in his father’s footsteps, you see.”
The two men went through a substantial portion of the file before Ansari held up his hand.
“Anjana Powar. You’ve mentioned her name several times. Who is she?” Ansari asked.
Saurabh chuckled humourlessly and shook his head. “She’s the lucky one.”
Ansari’s brow creased with impatience.
“Here. Read the transcript for yourself,” Saurabh said, handing a sheaf of papers across the desk to the other man. “It’s from a recording I made during an early conversation with Randeep. I asked him about Anjana, and this is his account of how they met.”
I don’t sleep well. I haven’t for as long as I can remember. I guess I’ve always felt like sleep was a waste of time. I’ve got too many important things to do to take up much of my day with sleep.
Besides, night-time is my favourite time. People generally leave me alone, and I can think without anyone fawning over me. Usually, I like to be the centre of attention, but nights are for me, and me alone.
Maybe it was that need to be alone that led me to walk the streets. Maybe it was just that I didn’t want to deal with Juhi and her insufferable wailing. She loved me, she said. She needed me, she said. She’d do anything for me, she said.
Actually, there was nothing wrong with Juhi. I was just done with her. She had become tedious. For the past two months, she’d done everything I wanted–even gotten into hot water with her boss about too many missed days of work.
It sucks to be her.
I chuckled at the thought. Actually, it did suck to be her. I’d made her give me a long blowjob in the cab on the way home from one of the trendy dance clubs she liked so much. She was having fun with her friends, but they were more interested in each other than in me, so we left. Juhi was disappointed, but it wasn’t about her, now was it?
She didn’t want to blow me, especially with the cabby able to see everything. But again, it wasn’t about her. After we got to my apartment, I told her to gather up her shit and get out. It had only been a couple of months, so she didn’t have much stuff there.
I loved the look on her face when I told her we were through. I wasn’t upset about it, why was she? We’d had fun while it lasted. I’d had fun, at least.
I was tempted to fuck her before she left, just to shut her up, but I decided against it. After all, I was breaking up with her, I didn’t want her to think I loved her. Love was for before, not after.
She didn’t want to leave and I didn’t want to watch her go, so I locked my apartment door behind me and walked to the elevator without a backward glance. She’d be gone when I got back, I was sure of it.
It was a bit late to find someone new, but I’d manage somehow.
I always had.
A cute waitress worked the night shift at the all-night KFC on the corner of Dadar. She’d given me the eye a few times when I’d gone in for coffee late at night. I decided to walk the few blocks to see if she was there.
I’d never given her any sign that I was interested in her, but I thought she’d fill the not-void left by Juhi. Oh yes, I thought to myself, imagining the waitress’ smooth curves and healthy farm-girl breasts, she’d fill the void nicely.
The diner was nearly deserted and she was wiping up the tables. The few times I’d been in before I didn’t talk much, and she got the message I wanted to be left alone. Once, however, she chattered on, telling me she was a student at one of the local colleges and worked nights because her classes were early. I didn’t remember the college, but I remembered her name: Mamta. Mamta from Bihar, or Bengal, or wherever.
I took a seat in one of the booths and she came over with a coffee cup and a pot of regular.
“Hiya,” she said, perky as always.
“Hi, Mamta. How’re things tonight?”
She looked at me for a moment, surprised I’d actually talked to her.
“You doing okay?” I asked, turning on the understated charm.
“Yeah, I’m great.”
I decided she must be from Bihar. She had that upward lilt at the end of everything she said, kind of like she was asking a question with every statement. She set the coffee cup down and filled it efficiently, giving me a look that was equal parts suspicion and interest.
“Can I bring you anything else?” she asked, reverting to the safety of routine.
“I feel like pie,” I said. “What’s good here?”
She leaned down confidentially and whispered, “Anything but blueberry.”
“What do you recommend?” I asked, trying to draw her out.
“I like the apple.”
I laughed genially. “Really? That’s my favourite.” She was from Bihar, dairy country. Would she like it with ice cream, or cheddar cheese? I looked at her with counterfeit suspicion. “You eat it with ice cream?” I caught the briefest hint of her disapproving expression and continued. “Because that would be just plain wrong. You’ve got to eat it with cheddar cheese.”
“That’s my favourite way to eat it,” she said.
Of course it was, I thought smugly. Personally, I couldn’t care less about apple pie, with or without cheese or ice cream. I liked lemon meringue, but pie wasn’t the point of the exercise. I gave her my warmest tired smile and nodded. “Then I’d like a piece of that apple pie, with cheddar cheese.”
She practically beamed at me and turned to get it.
I smiled at her until she turned away, then took a sip of my coffee. It was hot, black, and strong, just the way I like it. That’s one thing I didn’t miss about the Navy–the coffee sucked.
When she returned with my pie, I pasted on my best charming smile and she actually blushed. I chuckled to myself. This was going to be easy.
“I warmed it up for you in the microwave,” she said. “And I gave you an extra big piece.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I don’t know if I ever introduced myself.” I held out my hand as she set the plate down. “I’m Randeep.”
“Pleased to meet you, Randeep.” She reached out and took my hand.
As our palms crossed, I gently caressed her wrist with my fingers, just enough to let her know it wasn’t accidental, but not enough to be truly overt. I gripped her hand firmly, but not tightly, and squeezed once, smiling my 50-megawatt smile and making eye contact. She blushed again, and I let her hand go. Oh yes, I thought to myself, this was going to be so easy.
She turned and headed back to the counter. I already had thoughts of her bent over the kitchen table. I decided I’d fuck her from behind first. Definitely.
I let her catch me looking at her, but averted my eyes each time she looked at me, as if I were interested, but maybe a little shy. And I ate my pie. It was actually pretty good.
“So, Randeep,” she said, sidling up to the table to top off my coffee. “What do you do for a living? Like, I see you in here sometimes, but I never could figure out why you’re out late. You know?”
“I own a security company,” I said.
Her eyes got wide and I knew I had her hooked. A well-to-do nice guy, maybe a little dangerous, exactly what a starry-eyed, slightly jaded farm-girl from Bihar would find interesting.
“We do security for several buildings in the area. I check on the teams assigned to them.”
“Wow,” she said, clearly impressed. “You must be pretty important.”
Time to downplay it a bit. I shrugged. “Somebody’s gotta do it. I take care of my guys, they take care of our clients, and our clients take care of us.”
She nodded, and I got the idea she wanted to say more, but one of the other two customers called out, asking for more coffee. I looked at the man and memorized his face. If I ever saw him again, maybe I’d…
No, not Anjali, but close enough to be her sister. My heart raced with anticipation. She was cute, maybe a little too plump, with the same blowjob lips that Anjali had. She had just turned to walk away from the diner, down 59th Street, when I spotted her through the far window. If I hadn’t been paying so much attention to Mamta, I would have seen the girl sooner. Without saying a word, I got up, left ten bucks on the table, and headed toward the street.
Anjali certainly wasn’t my first, but she was the only one that meant anything to me. I actually enjoyed doing her.
I met her right after my unit returned to Mumbai from deployment. She was everything I wanted, and maybe then some.
She was from Navi Mumbai, just a few kms away. Her parents were conservative peaceniks, holdovers from the Sixties who despised the very people who provided the freedom they took for granted. The idea of their daughter dating a “government killer” made them crazy, and that drove Anjali crazy. I didn’t care what she was rebelling against, especially when she moved in with me. I had a small apartment a couple of kms from the camp’s main gate, and Anjali made that place a home.
I think Anjali was the closest I ever came to loving anyone. But then she betrayed me, and I couldn’t have that. She passed every test but the big one: loyalty. Always faithful–semper fidelis– means something to me. Evidently, it didn’t mean anything to her.
After that, I decided the navy wasn’t the life for me anymore, so I got out. Civilian life offered so many more opportunities, and I decided to seize them.
Ansari lowered the papers and looked across the desk. “He actually said that?”
“Said what?” Saurabh asked.
“‘After that, I decided the navy wasn’t the life for me anymore, so I got out.’ He said that?”
Saurabh nodded firmly. “I have the tape if you’d like to listen to it.”
“He says ‘I got out, ‘ like it was a choice he made.”
“He’s like that.”
“He was court-martialled, right?” Ansari asked.
“He was. Conduct Unbecoming. But because of who his father was, he was allowed to resign his commission.”
“But… I thought you said he was charged with…”
“I know,” Saurabh said heavily. “He was found not guilty on all the other charges.”
Saurabh nodded. “The evidence was only circumstantial. Besides, the accident happened when his unit was on a training mission, which can be dangerous, you see. At first, the Judge Advocate didn’t even look at him as a suspect. Even after he came under suspicion, he passed a lie-detector test with flying colours and completely snowed the IB investigator.”
“They had to know he was responsible for the doctor’s death. How dangerous can a training exercise possibly be?”
“With his former unit, pretty dangerous.”
“What was his unit again?” Ansari asked distractedly.
“The First Force Marcos,” Saurabh answered without looking at the file.
“A reconnaissance unit?! Then he shouldn’t be all that dangerous.”
Saurabh looked across his desk in incredulity. At first, he didn’t believe the other man was serious. Then the magnitude of Ansari’s naiveté struck him like a blow. “You really don’t know?”
Ansari shook his head irritably. “No. Why should I?” he snapped.
“First,” Saurabh explained patiently, “there are few Navy commandos who aren’t dangerous. Second, the Force Recon units are, as Randeep put it, ‘on the sharp end.’ They’re an elite group like the BSF, or the Black Cats, or NSG. Randeep could explain it to you better than I can, and he will, if you ask him. But trust me when I tell you that he’s a very, very dangerous man.”
Ansari looked dubious.
“Keep reading,” Saurabh said, indicating the papers Ansari still clutched loosely. “You’ll see.”
I shadowed the girl for a few blocks, running over in my mind what I wanted to do, what I wanted to say. The more I watched her walk, the more she reminded me of Anjali. There had been others who reminded me of her, but this girl, this girl was young, like when I’d first met Anjali, when she was still fresh and new. And loyal.
The girl I was following turned into an alley and I pulled up short, to wait. There’s no rush, I told myself. A few moments later, I heard a scuffle and decided to see what was happening.
When I rounded the corner of the building backing the alley, my first reaction was surprise. That lasted for only a heartbeat. She was in the alleyway with three men. Two were holding her by the arms, being none too gentle, and the third was pawing under her short skirt.
How dare they?!
I checked the small of my back for the weapon I always keep there, but decided the situation didn’t call for a gun. One look at them told me they were street punks, barely worthy of consideration under normal circumstances.
I didn’t even try to hide myself as I walked down the alley toward them. The leader, the one with his hand under the girl’s skirt, saw me first.
“What’re you lookin’ at, matherchod?” he snarled.
There’s a time for fighting and a time for talking, and this guy didn’t realize that the time for talking was already long gone. I took another step in his direction and he obligingly moved toward me. A quick side-step and a forearm to the throat left him wheezing and gurgling on the ground.
His two buddies were more loyal than smart. They dropped the girl and came at me together. In the dull glow from a streetlight at the mouth of the alley, I saw the gleam of a knife in the hand of the guy on my right. Instead of doing the smart thing, coming at me from opposite sides, they simply rushed me head on.
I went for the guy with the knife first. A knife isn’t all that dangerous, the person wielding the knife is. Remove the wielder from the equation, and a knife is just so much useless cutlery. This idiot had probably never used his knife against someone who fought back, and he paid for it. In three quick seconds, the two of them were on the ground.
“What happened to those men?” Ansari asked.
Saurabh shrugged. “I asked Randeep about that. He calmly told me he’d left them lying in the alley. I pressed him on it, and he just shrugged. ‘What if they were dead?’ I asked him. You know what his answer was?”
Ansari shook his head.
“‘Then they got what they deserved.’ He was as calm as if he’d just said he liked my tie.”
“I actually did a little digging on my own,” Saurabh said. “The Mumbai Police told me there were no murders matching that description anywhere near 59th Street.”
“So he was lying.”
“Not necessarily. A constable from another thana called me up several weeks later. Seems that three ‘skells, ‘ his word, were found in an alley about twenty-five blocks from where Randeep placed his account. One had his larynx crushed, one was stabbed, and the third had his neck snapped. The police were just glad to be rid of the three, and there was really no case against Randeep, no evidence. Besides, any competent attorney could argue self- defense.”
“Do you think… ?”
“Yes. I’m sure he was responsible. The accounts match too closely to draw any other conclusion. He simply lied about the location.”
“So what happened to the girl?” Ansari asked, visibly shaken.
Saurabh gestured to the papers. “Keep reading.”
The girl was terrified. In a manner of seconds, she’d seen me drop the three men who had attacked her, and I guess she figured I was simply going to pick up where they left off.
“Hey,” I said in my gentlest voice. “Are you okay?”
She swallowed hard and nodded automatically, trying to tug her skirt back down and straighten her top. It had been ripped when she struggled with the men, and now it lay open, displaying a healthy portion of her chest.
I put out my hand and walked slowly toward her, smiling as I did. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I said reassuringly. “I’m here to help.”
She smiled wanly and seemed to relax.
I took a step closer and reached out to her. “Why don’t we get out of here,” I said.
She swallowed again and took a step toward me.
Eventually, I coaxed her into taking my hand and gently pulled her from the alley. She had to step over the leader of the trio, but pointedly didn’t look down. I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost five in the morning. I knew a donut stand around the corner that would be setting up right about now, so I took her there.
In the growing morning light, I realized how young she looked and how much she reminded me of Anjali. She had the same long brown hair, big brown doe eyes, and the full lips that always made Anjali look like she was ready to go down on me. I’d already forgotten the waitress at the diner as we walked toward the donut stand.
The guy at the stand leered at her partially exposed chest, but after he looked into my eyes, he was all business. We got coffee and donuts, and then walked off.
“I’m Randeep,” I said, trying to set her at ease.
“Anjana.” She paused for a moment and gripped her coffee fiercely, both hands shaking. After a long drink that seemed to settle her nerves, she asked, “Were those guys… ?”
“Unconscious,” I said firmly.
“But one of them was bleeding.”
I nodded. “He got a cut on his arm when I took the knife away from his buddy. He’ll be fine.”
I could tell she was still in a state of shock, and she’d seen too much blood for a simple cut on the arm, but she let it go. I wanted to take my jacket off and put it around her shoulders, but the weapon would be visible if I did. I couldn’t have that. Besides, there was blood on my right sleeve, and my jacket covered it.
“Is there somewhere I can take you? Somewhere you can get cleaned up?” I asked. She had that look about her–the look of a street- smart opportunist–that told me she’d answer yes to my next question. “My place is just a few blocks away. Would you like to go there?”
She nodded, and I steered us toward my apartment.
Ansari looked up in shock and Saurabh knew exactly which point in the narrative he’d reached.
“She went back to his apartment?!” Ansari blurted.
“Did she end up like the others?”
“What others?” Saurabh asked blandly.
“Don’t play coy, Dr. Talvar,” Ansari said, leaning forward. “Did he kill this Anjana Powar girl too?”
“I’m not being coy, Dr. Sharma,” Saurabh said evenly.
“You sound like you’re defending him.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But you sound like you’ve already judged him.”
“I’ve done no such thing!” Ansari said, nearly apoplectic.
Saurabh inclined his head and let it drop.
“Don’t tell me you actually like him,” Ansari accused.
Saurabh leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers before him. After a moment, he shook his head. “On the surface, he’s very urbane. Charming, actually. I certainly treat him with respect, and he’s always been courteous to me as well, although it’s impossible to tell for sure what his true feelings are.”
“You mean you respect him?”
“I don’t think you understand. I respect him like I’d respect a viper. Only… Randeep is far more dangerous than a viper.”
“Well. That’s beside the point,” Ansari said irritably. “You still haven’t told me what happened to the girl.”
“Randeep tells you himself,” Saurabh said, pointing to the papers in the other man’s hand. “He actually goes into great detail. I think he was trying to shock me.”
Saurabh’s smirk was lost on Ansari, who bent his head and eagerly continued reading.
We got to my apartment and I offered her the shower so she could get cleaned up. I told her where the fresh towels were and retreated to the living room. I think she expected me to join her. I thought about it, but decided not to.
When I heard the water running, I went back into my bedroom to put the weapon and the two extra clips in the lockbox I kept next to my bed. I then changed out of my bloody shirt and into a comfortable pair of sweats. As I passed the bathroom door, I hesitated and reached for the knob. Instead of turning it, I decided to wait for her back in the living room.
She appeared wearing a towel around her body and another wrapped around her hair. Her face glowed a shade of pink that only a nearly scalding shower can impart. She looked even more like Anjali than I’d previously thought, and I felt the urge to… Well, I felt the urge.
“I really appreciate what you did for me,” she said.
I blushed and looked away. Can’t show too much eagerness, I thought to myself.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you.”
“No thanks needed,” I said.
She let the towel around her body fall to the floor. She wanted me to look, so I did. Her breasts were firm and round, a little pendulous, but with the springiness that only youth can endow. They were capped with pink nipples, which were already starting to harden.
My eyes trailed down her body–only slightly overweight, I decided. She’d obviously used my razor to trim her pubic hair. Her fleshy labia were pinkish and spreading, pushed apart by her protruding inner lips. She took the towel off her head and dropped it to the floor as well.
“I think I know how to thank you,” she said, seeing the lump forming in my sweatpants.
She sank to her knees and put her hands on my waistband, just as I’d expected.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I said, putting my hands on hers.
“I want to.”
“I’m serious. I don’t expect anything from you,” I lied glibly.
“That’s why I want to do it. Because you didn’t ask for it. You could have, you know. After what you did for me.”
“I’d never do that,” I said, feigning sincerity.
Works every time. I smiled to myself and took my hands off hers. When she tugged, I lifted my hips to accommodate her and the soft grey pants were quickly around my ankles. Her lips locked around my rising shaft and she sucked me to full erection. As she took me into the back of her throat, I realized she was actually better than Anjali. I leaned against the back of the couch, relaxed, and put my hand on top of her head to direct her motions.
She bobbed up and down, sucking me with a finesse that belied her youth. Her wet hair quickly turned cold against my fingers and thighs, but I didn’t care. She took me to the edge of climax and held me there.
Finally, I thrust my hips up, forcing more of my cock into her mouth, and held her head down. She flinched as the first streamers of my come hit the back of her throat, but quickly adjusted and kept swallowing. When I was done, she pulled off me, panting and grinning, her lips shiny with saliva.
Later that morning, we were in my bed relaxing.
“So, how old are you?” I asked.
She tensed up, but I stroked my hand down her back and she began to relax. “Eighteen.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there.”
I felt her nod, but she didn’t speak.
“You know I’m not going to judge you,” I said softly, still stroking her. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay.” I started to slide away from her, and that did the trick. The way she’d clung to me when we had sex, I knew she needed the human contact. Threaten her with losing it, and she did what I wanted.
“My stepfather,” she said tentatively.
I let the silence draw out.
“He started in on me when I was fourteen. It was only blowjobs at first. My mom worked nights, she was a nurse, and he’d come home from work just as she was leaving. He’d get half a six-pack in him, and then force me to suck him off. I hated it at first and kept promising myself I’d bite his dick off the next time he stuck it in my mouth.”
She was quiet for a moment, and I pulled her close.
“I never did, though. I guess I got used to it. And when I started to like it, I really hated myself, but he was always so sweet to me afterward. He called me his little angel.” She snorted derisively. “On my fifteenth birthday, he popped my cherry. God, it hurt. He was so big, and he didn’t give a shit about me.
“But after, he got me this real nice silver locket. He started drinking more, though, and he was rougher and rougher with me. To this day, I don’t know what my mom saw in that asshole. Sometimes, he’d fuck her before she left for work, and then he’d make me suck him. I could taste my mom’s pussy on his dick. Talk about a head trip.”
“No kidding,” I said.
“He kept drinking more and more, and when he started passing me around to his poker buddies, I took off. I’ve been on my own ever since,” she said. We were silent for a moment, then she propped herself on one elbow and looked at me. “So, what’s your story?”
“I’m 34 and self-employed. I own a security company,” I said. I had the feeling she’d be a sucker for a sob story, but I didn’t want to play things up too much. “I joined the Marine navy because that’s what my father wanted.”
“Wow, cool. So you were, like, one of the few, the proud?”
“Semper Fi,” I said. I don’t know why, I thought to myself, but I still like the Navy. Crazy? Maybe. “But the navy didn’t recognize my abilities quick enough, so I got out after six years.”
“Yeah, my dad was pretty angry. The navy was everything to him. He was a real prick to live with growing up, but he taught me discipline. Sometimes, the hard way.” I put a slight catch in my voice to hint at the abuse I’d suffered at the hands of that maniac. “He was always the very model of the modern Major General,” I said, with enough sarcasm to evoke the sympathetic response I was looking for.
“Wow, you had it pretty bad, huh?”
I was quiet for a calculated moment, and swallowed hard. She rubbed her hand over my chest and I heard her sniffle softly. Women are such suckers when a grown man shows emotion. They eat that shit up. “Yeah,” I said, my voice tight with emotion I didn’t feel. “But that’s all in the past. My parents are dead now.”
“Oh, man. I’m so sorry. How’d it happen?”
“Drunk driver.” I clammed up for a moment, and she hugged herself against me.
“How did it really happen?” Ansari asked.
“How did what happen?”
“How did Vijain’s parents die? I bet it wasn’t a drunk driver.”
Saurabh shook his head. “His father died when the handgun he was cleaning accidentally went off. Took off the top of his head.”
Ansari shook his head sadly.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Saurabh asked.
Ansari looked at him in irritation and gestured for him to continue.
“Randeep’s father, Randeep Vijain, Senior, was a 28-year veteran of the Navy. Randeep wasn’t lying when he told the girl that his father was… um… how did he put it?”
“‘The very model of the modern Major General, ‘” Ansari said, reading.
“That’s right,” Saurabh said. “I remember now. His father was a Major General in the Navy.”
“Do you really think a man with his experience is going to clean a gun without checking, and then double-checking, to make sure it’s unloaded?”
“No,” Ansari said heavily. “So what happened?”
“Do you think Vijain did it? Junior, I mean?”
“Probably, but the authorities ruled it an accident. After her husband died, Randeep’s mother had little reason to live, so she committed suicide about six months later–an overdose of sleeping pills.”
“Do you think Vijain had anything to do with that?” Ansari asked.
Saurabh shrugged. “Who knows?”
“You still haven’t told me what happened with this Powar girl.”
I was silent for a long time after I told her my parents were dead. When she thought she would “comfort” me, I grinned to myself. Sometimes, it was too easy.
She slithered down my body and started sucking me. I put my hands behind my head and let her take her time. Her lips felt so good that I didn’t want to let her off too easily. After a while, I decided to get hard for her, and she straddled my hips. I think she was surprised when I reached down and played with her clit. She got off pretty quickly, and then rode me until she had another orgasm. Finally, I rolled her over and fucked her hard and fast.
After I came, I buried my face in her shoulder and sort of half- sobbed. She put her arms around me and shushed me. It was all I could do not to laugh at how easily I manipulated her. I let her comfort me some more, but stayed hard inside her. If she had half a brain, she would’ve wondered how I could supposedly be so broken up about my parents and still maintain an erection.
When she had me “calmed down,” I fucked her again, taking my time and really enjoying it. For an 18-year-old, she knew all the tricks.
Anjana ended up moving in with me for a while. After that first day, she picked up her stuff from the bus station, or wherever she stashed it. It took up only a small corner of my bedroom.
I still had plans for her, but somehow never got around to them. She was always willing to fuck me, but she was more messed up than I first thought. She told me about a lot of the other things her stepfather had done to her, and then how she’d been kicked around since leaving home. Sometimes, I thought to myself, the universe just fucks with people.
I don’t know why she stayed with me, but unlike Anjali, that duplicitous cunt, Anjana was always faithful.
I decided the world was a better place with Anjana in it.
“So, he let the girl live?” Ansari asked bluntly.
“Which girl?” Saurabh asked, although he knew very well who the other man was asking about. He had taken a dislike to the balding psychiatrist who sat across from him. It bothered him, albeit slightly, that he was enjoying piquing the other man.
“You seem like you have a certain level of animosity toward Randeep, Dr. Sharma.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Ansari asked defensively. “The man is obviously a serial murderer who’s gotten away with it so far. After what he did to this Anjali Claremont and then to the Navy doctor she was involved with, why shouldn’t I have some animosity toward him?”
“The court-martial found Captain Vijain not guilty of the doctor’s murder, Dr. Sharma.”
“That’s beside the point,” Ansari said crossly. “What do you have to say about these other women, the ones who resembled the Claremont girl, the ones he killed?”
“That’s only my personal supposition,” Saurabh said coolly.
“The girls are dead, aren’t they?”
“You sound like you’re defending him again,” Ansari accused.
“I’m not defending him, I’m stating facts.”
“I can’t believe you’ve compromised your objectivity in this manner,” Ansari said testily. “I’m going to use my position on the Parole Board to do everything I can to make sure this man spends the rest of his life in an institution.”
“Are you finished?” Saurabh asked calmly. When he received no reply, he continued. “Dr. Sharma, Randeep Vijain was convicted of asAnsarit in the second degree for the attack on Anjana Powar’s stepfather. The prosecutor said he was happy to get second degree, especially after Randeep took the stand during his defense. Nothing you or I can do will change the fact that Randeep’s going to get out of prison in another 18 months. Unless he’s convicted of a crime for which we can incarcerate him for the rest of his life, he will walk the streets again!”
Ansari rocked back in his chair, clearly stunned by the other man’s vehemence.
“As a matter of fact,” Saurabh continued remorselessly, “I agree with you. Randeep Vijain is a violent sociopath. But the fact remains that he has never been convicted of a crime more heinous than second degree asAnsarit! He’ll get caught, eventually. But in the meantime, I’m not going to make myself a target by gratuitously antagonizing him.”
“Well,” Ansari said hotly, “you may be gutless, but I’m going to do everything in my power to see him institutionalized.”
Saurabh shook his head sadly. “He’s going to get out, Doctor. When he does, I pray he doesn’t come looking for me. And if you poke a caged animal, don’t be surprised at what happens when there are no longer bars protecting you.”