Part 13

Janet asked him who he was playing with at present and he related the story of my old band and its’ current woes. Janet said “I know the guys you are talking about, the young one has always been a pain in the butt.”

“I will talk to the boss and find out if he is willing to release you all from the contract as it is his own relative that has caused it to go bad. How would you like to join the girls at a practise session on Wednesday evening at the hall across the park from their tower?” Balnoor immediately said he would love to so the time was set. He could park at our block and walk with us there and back. When she had gone off to talk to some of the others he suddenly said “It can’t be right, I would love to play with you but you are the ‘Indian Girls’ and I would not fit.” Tavleen told him that we were not Indian Girls any longer; as of last week we had become the ‘Dhawanees’ – the messengers.

Before we left, Birgitta came over and told me that she had made an appointment at her salon for me to have my falsies removed so my skin could breathe. She said that her girl in the salon had noticed a little puffiness on my chest when I was there for the Thursday session. She said that the ones that were taken off would be properly cleaned and that I could go for as long as it took using them loose. Then Janet came back and asked if it was all right for me to be taken home by her as there were a couple of things about my singing that she wanted to talk about. This let the lovers able to have the afternoon alone.

I hugged them both and they left with Balnoor walking on air with his angel drifting along beside him without needing to flap her wings. Janet watched them go and said “It was a very insightful thing you did last night, allowing them to dance while the rest of you played. They do make a good looking couple.” She then led me around the crowd until we came to Salman Dhawan, the venue manager with a cousin. He told me that he had been sent the masters of his cousins’ last couple of albums and that he had a friend with a recording studio. What he wanted was for me to go into the studio during the week and listen to the music. His friend could overdub me onto a fresh tape and would be able to replace the original small orchestra with our band later on. That way we could end up with an Anudeep Dhawan and the Dhawanees album long before the man himself arrived. He would send the result back to India to get the go-ahead for the tour based on what we produced.

I was given the address and the name of the guy I needed to talk to. Salman gave me a CD to listen to before I went but they did expect me there on Tuesday morning. It looked like I now had that part-time job I was thinking about this morning. I was chatting with Janet when Gaurav caught up with me. He told Janet that he could take me home and I had a sudden thought that his parents must have left already or he would not have taken the opportunity to get me alone. I was going to be on high alert from here on.

I took his arm as we mingled for a while longer with the more progressive members of our shopkeeping community. He then said his goodbyes’ and led me to his very smart car, opening the passenger door for me and allowing me to settle before going around to get into the driving seat. Before he started the engine he looked as if he had come to a decision and then said “Geet, you must know that I have fallen in love with you and I think that you may think well of me. I have a secret place where I used to take my girlfriends and I would like to show it to you this afternoon. There will be no hanky panky as my mother quaintly calls it but, if you do decide to be my wife, it will be our first home and I want your input. If you don’t like it or if it has too many bad vibes, I will sell it and we can look for somewhere else.”

I leaned over and kissed his cheek and said “Just take me to our home, Gaurav, and I will tell you what I think before you take me home.” He took me to a very modern tower block and parked outside, taking me into the lobby where there was a uniformed doorman. “James” he said “Please look after Geet while I go and park the car.” When he went back out to move the car James looked at me and said “Excuse me for saying so, madam, but you must be very special to him.” I asked why and he said “It’s not my place to comment but he has brought many girls here and never before has he introduced them or left them with me while he parked his car. He also does not have his usual wolf face on. Sorry if I offend.”

I smiled at him and said “No offence taken, James, his mother told me of his wolf face before I even met him and he has been nothing but a perfect gentleman since that moment. Thank you for your words, I know that he will not go against his fathers’ wishes when it comes to me.” Just then Gaurav came back and we went to the lift and went up twenty floors. When we got out he opened the door of his secret place and said “One day I hope to carry across this threshold but, until then, welcome to my own place.”

I led him in and he closed the door, showing me into the lounge where the windows had a magnificent view of the city. I told him it was beautiful and he then took my hand and showed me the rest of the place. It was huge with a cooks’ kitchen and three bedrooms. In the master there was a huge bed, walk-in robes and an ensuite. Everything was perfect and spotless. He held me from behind when I looked at the bed and he had to laugh when I asked where the stick was with all the notches on it.

“My mother must have been talking to you and, even after all her warnings, here you are standing by my bed. The stick was broken into pieces and went out with the rubbish the day after I met you. If you reject me I may either join a monastery or start a new stick but it won’t be the same.” I turned in his arms and put my arms around his neck and he kissed me long and hard. Well, a bit of him felt hard. I said “Dearest Gaurav, I do think I love you and that I would like it if we lived here as man and wife. I cannot give you the sex that you deserve but I have decided that would give you the relief you need if you want me to.”

I pulled him towards the bed where I sat and helped him unzip. I took his rampant cock in my hand, then in my mouth and, finally, tasted him for the first time and, an hour later, for the second time. In between time we sat in the kitchen and talked about the future and I told him that he would have to wait for at least six months to a year before we could consummate our wedding. It was that conversation that led to my second tasting. We agreed that his parents did not need to know anything and we rinsed out the wine glasses we had used before going back down to the lobby.

I stood with James as he went out to get the car and James said that I looked satisfied but not ravished, unlike most of the other girls. I told him that it would be different when we had slept here on our wedding night and he quietly congratulated me. “At last the wolf has met the lioness” he said “and I think that the lioness won.” Gaurav took me home and helped me get out of the car, holding me close and kissing me deeply. I watched him drive away with a smile on his face and then went up in the lift to my room where I stripped off and masturbated thinking about the taste of his cum.

I then took the CD I had been given and put it in the player, with my nightdress and robe on. Anudeep was typical of an Indian crooner but had a certain something that excited me. I could tell that a lot of his songs were love songs that could be sung as a duet with a female voice but thought it would be harder to replace the small orchestra with our band – unless we had a violin in it. Oh, naughty Tavleen. I laughed out loud and wondered what the other girls would think.

I took a couple of the tracks and played them a couple of times, singing the odd verse replacing she for he and putting a feminine slant on it. I reckoned that it would work. Because of what I had nibbled on during the barbeque I only needed a light tea before watching a bit of TV and going to bed thinking about the wonders that had befallen the weekend, from Balnoor hooking up with Tavleen, me being asked to overdub duets and finally, Gaurav and me in his apartment – along with the fact that he wanted it to be our home. It was a glorious place and I already had made friends with the doorman and that was half the battle. All that was needed now was for me to become the woman that Gaurav thought I was and the one I now knew that I could be.

Marianne G 2021