Ramesh had always been a brilliant student. His circumstances had left him with no option. Born into a poor family of bonded labourers in a remote rural village in India, his parents had given him away at the age of 5 to the Zamindar as part payment towards their debt. Ramesh was taken into the Zamindar household's large retinue of servants. Even from a young age, Ramesh showed great promise, doing all his duties diligently. The Zamindar was not typically kind, but something about the boy's intelligence at such a young age suggested that he was wasted as a mere servant. The Zamindar had a daughter of the same age, and he felt the boy would be more useful helping with her studies. So, Ramesh ended up going to the same private school as the Zamindar's daughter.
Damayanti, the Zamindar's daughter, was a typical spoilt rich brat. While she had treated Ramesh like a friend in her younger age, she became more conscious of the class difference between them as they started going to college. She realised that she could bully Ramesh into doing her assignments, homework, journals etc while she went partying with her friends. Ramesh was used to obeying all commands of his master's household, so he meekly accepted the extra workload. The college laid more emphasis on group assignments and essay writing and graded students on their work output through the year rather than just on exams. And thus, Ramesh ended up ensuring Damayanti's grades never slipped. The Zamindar was proud of his decision to assign the boy to help his daughter in her studies.
Once they graduated, both gave entrance exams for MBA. Since there was no scope for Ramesh to be her proxy exam writer, the difference in their results was stark. Ramesh ended up as a 100-percentile topper with interview calls from all the top IIMs while Damayanti had to settle for a paid seat in one of the local colleges.
The Zamindar was furious with Damayanti, and gave her an earful. "You aren't even fit to compete with a servant boy, how will you manage our estate in future?", he thundered.
Damayanti was furious with Ramesh for exposing her lackadaisical nature to her father. She knew Ramesh was a quiet, shy kid despite his bookish intelligence, so she decided to 'expose' him in a different way.
The Zamindar had gifted Ramesh a new phone for his new college admission. Damayanti took the phone when Ramesh was not around, and clicked a few nudes of herself. The next day, she pretended to borrow his phone to click a selfie, swiped through the pics and exclaimed, "You pervert! why do you have my nude pics in your phone? We took your sorry ass in, fed you, clothed you and schooled you, and is this how you respond?"
Ramesh was shocked. He had no clue how her nude pics ended up on his phone. He was terrified of the Zamindar 's wrath if he found out. He pleaded with Damayanti, "I am extremely sorry Damu Akka. I will delete all the pics, but please, please don't tell Zamindar Aiyya." And Damayanti knew that her father's reputation would ensure Ramesh would do anything to ensure he didn't find out.
Damayanti pretended to think about it, while letting Ramesh fret and plead. She already had planned her moves. She said, "Ok, I will not tell my father. But on one condition. Since you have seen me naked, it is only fair that I get to see you naked too. So, take off all your clothes." Ramesh was shocked. He never expected that the sweet girl that he had looked upon like an elder sister was a mean bitch. He hesitated.
SLAP! SLAP! Two hard slaps landed on his face and his cheeks reddened. "And you better get used to obeying me, or I will have you whipped like the brick factory workers." Ramesh had grown up seeing poor bonded labourers being tied up and whipped when they didn't finish their work quota for the day. And he definitely did not want to get whipped.
So, he quickly removed his shirt, banian and trousers. He was standing, in his briefs, in Damayanti's room, his hands folded, pleading with her.
