Author's note :
This story is entirely a product of fiction. If something fits a person/s dead or alive it would be coincidental and not intentional; to them I offer my sincere apologies.
Period of the story is late 40s when India had recently been independent. Cast system was still rigid in those days.
The setting being Indian I have taken the liberty of using some Indian words. Here they are:
Lund : erect adult penis.
Bhos : vulva, the external genitals of a female.
Chut : vagina
Chudai : act of fucking
All characters are 18 years and more in age.
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PRESENT :
His Royal Highness Prince Anupam Kumar Asidhar, 20, wearily climbed up the steps to his cubicle of a room on the third floor of Nehru Block of Men's Hostels of Engineering College and unceremoniously flopped himself on his bed. No servant attended him.
He was tired, mentally, physically and psychologically. Mentally because of the semi annual test he had to take rather suddenly. Physically because of one hour of mandatory football practice of today. The coach there was worse than an army sergeant who had quarreled with his wife. Psychologically because one, he had to live and study like an ordinary citizen in spite of being a prince; two, that bitch in the workshop who had been after him for the whole day. He had not been able to shake her off. His friends who knew had been advising him, and of late he was inclined to believe in them, to give her a chut-faadu (vagina tearing) fuck. That was the problem; he did not want to fuck her having committed himself to that nubile girl only a few days ago.
It was only five days before that he had come across that eighteen years old petit little girl with pert little breasts and pointy nipples. Since then she had captured his heart and mind. Day and night her thoughts hovered his mind. He remembered her shy smile with dimples in the cheeks and mischief in the eyes, He remembered the first touch, the first kiss, the first sight of her small sweet breasts, She had allowed him to kiss her, to fondle her breasts and to caress her vulva through the clothes but had lovingly refused fucking and made him promise not to take her virginity before marriage. He was still amazed that he had agreed so readily.
He however had succeeded in making her hold his naked lund and give him a good hand job. He remembered the touch of her delicate fingers on his lund and the look of fascination on her face on seeing it erupt. He remembered all this and remembered vividly aided by a two by two black and white photograph of hers.
The vivid memories gave him a glorious hard on. He pulled the pants down and released the nine inches of his rampant lund. It had already started oozing love juice. Griping the shaft in his fist he languorously started stroking, sliding the wet foreskin on and off the turgid cock head.
Exhaustion mixed with sweet memories and sweeter sensations from the lund lulled him into a state of trance. Now it was her hand which was giving him a rub down. He felt his lund being milked by her chut bringing him on the verge of an intense climax. Why was the bed then making knocking noise?
His reverie broken he gradually floated down to earth. The knocking in fact was coming from the door, not from the bed. Hurriedly he pulled up his pants but it took some time and considerable effort to conceal his stiff rod inside.
Eventually he opened the door and saw the person he hated the most in this wide world, none other than Kaniyalal the Karbhari (the chief administrator) of the State of Bansban, population 60,000.
The year was 1949. India had recently gone republic. There were many States and Kingdoms, big and small under the domain of Indian Government, a legacy from British Crown. They were divided into Class A, B and C according to the strength of population, C being the smallest. Within a decade all of them would lose their identity and merge into one sovereign State, but in 1949 the process of annexation had not started.
Bansban was Class C State. The King was Maharaja Jagtaap Sinh Asidhar a kind and simple soul liked by his subjects. He had three queens, three princes and a princess. Anupam Sinh was number two, the eldest being Crown Prince Pratap Sinh.
For all practical purposes the King was no more than a landlord farmer. He owned more than 500 acres of fertile land adjoining a vast forest in eastern Gujarat. However traditions lived on and Pratap Sinh was made the Crown Prince designated to inherit the "kingdom" on his father's death. His siblings including Anupam would get some land, some property and some jewelry, nothing more; their families and descendents would drift away from main stream Royalty.
Queen Saroja Devi, the mother of Anupam was a wise woman. She knew that the only road to a happy life for her son was through education. So she managed to put Anupam through high school and into engineering college.
Anupam had to live in College Hostels like any other boy concealing his identity as a prince, much to the disapproval of the King, his other queens and the karbhari.
Kanaiyalal the karbhari was the biggest sycophant. He bent backwards to fulfill each and every whim of the King, present and future and of the queen mother of Pratap Sinh. For the rest of the family, including Anupam and his mother Kanaiyalal had nothing but dislike and derision. This reflected in his behavior, which very much bordered to being disdainful. Anuran had reciprocal feelings for that two-legged snake.
Bapu, as Anupam or Anu was known by his friends gashed his teeth. However, the snake and three other guys accompanying him observed the protocol by bowing deep. Anu was seething in anger seeing this display of respect in place of disregard and disdain. With some difficulty he uttered, "What do you want, you slimy maggot?"
The Karbhari was all politeness with a shadow of sorrow on his brows. He said, "Bapu saheb, Maharaja Shri and Maharani Saheba immediately wish your company in Bansban. This servant is sent to escort you, Bapu Saheb."
That is when Anu noticed a black band on the right arm of each person present. Something was seriously wrong somewhere. He asked, "Is Maharaja Shri and Maharani Saheba alright?"
"Yes Sir."
"Go, wait for me downstairs. I will join you in few minutes."
Karbhari waved his hand and other guys left. With some aah and oh and throat clearing he said, "Thousand pardons, Bapu Saheb, I am personally ordered by Maharaja to remain in constant attendance to you."
Anu was alarmed. Was he being arrested? That too by this scum?
To bring to end this farce being played before increasing number of spectators Bapu allowed Karbhari in, closed the door and asked, "Are you here to arrest me, you lousy dog? Who sent you? Out with it, you beti chod (daughter fucker) kutte ki aulaad (spawn of a dog)."
Kanaiyalal was on higher rungs of State hierarchy not without a reason, the chief being his skin of rhinoceros. Undaunted by the young man's tirade he bowed low and with great show of regret said, "Bapu Saheb, your safety is my concern as ordained by Maharaja Saheb. I am honored that he has expressed his confidence in me by assigning the task of escorting you safely to Bansban. Bapu Saheb, regretfully I have to inform you that Prince Pratap Sinhji died this morning. Sad, very sad indeed."
The news hit hard like a punch of a boxer. Anu felt dizzy and had to sit down. Crown Prince dead? Where did that leave him? Oh my God, he now was the first in line for being the Crown Prince and inheriting the "throne" later. Of course, he could decline the offer. In that case Nirmal Sinh, the third prince would fill the slot. But why should he decline? If for nothing else, he would accept it merely to wrack vengeance on this slimy sycophant of Kanaiyalal. Did he feel sorry for the departed soul? No, not in the least. They were strangers to each other separated by an age gap of ten years and different life styles. Ironic that his untimely demise would change so many equations.
When he regained his composure he found Kanaiyalal solicitously offering a glass of water and asking, "Are you alright, Sir?"
Bapu would rather have poison from his hands. He ignored his offer and silently threw his personal belongings in a small suitcase. He did not forget a small black & white photograph of a pretty girl with smile on her lips and mischief in her eyes. He wrote a note each to the supervisor of the hostels, the Principal of the college and his close buddy Mayank.
He was ready. He barked, "Lead the way."
He was seated alone in the back seat of the car, Kanaiyalal accompanying the driver in front. All along the way to Bansban he continued ruminating from where he had left. He once again remembered that girl and resumed stroking his lund. He ejaculated in his silk handkerchief just as the car entered the main gate of Darbar Gadh, the fortress enclosure covering five acres of land in the center of which was huge three-storied building, the official residence of the Royal Family. The flag overhead flew at half-mast.
As soon as he arrived he rushed to see Maharaja in his private chambers. Queen Kusum Devi, the mother of late Pratap Sinh was also present, her eyes red and swollen because of continuous crying. As per protocol Anupam bowed low and touched their feet. They blessed him putting hand over his head, Maharaja lifted him up by the shoulders, gave him a bear hug and broke down. The Queen let out a fresh wail. Those around them, including the omnipresent Kanaiyalal sniffled and dabbed their eyes.
He spent half an hour with the Maharaja and then went to his mother. He touched her feet and she embraced him running her hand on his head and face. Kanaiyalal was there to take him to the State offices but Saroja Devi told him in a stern voice, "Bapu Saheb will accompany you at his leisure. You wait outside."
To Anu she said, "You must be hungry. Come on, the food is ready."