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The sting in the twisted tale: Madhuve's ruthless love portion

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Bhaudhi had now spent three nights in police custody when he eventually opened up and told the inmates his story.  He said it all started when he came from his rural home to look for his uncle who lived somewhere in Chivhu.  It was his first time to come to Chivhu.  When he arrived at the home of his uncle’s last known address, he was informed that the man he was looking for had since relocated to another part of the town. 

 

Bhaudhi moved from one house to another but his uncle was not to be found.  Every time he was informed that, yes the man he was looking for had once lived there but had since left to another house.  Soon it was getting late, and Bhaudhi realized he had to have another plan before night caught up on him while he was still wondering along the streets of Chivhu with nowhere to sleep for the night.

 

It was when he was at the main market in Chivhu pondering his next move that he bumped into Madhuve.  She claimed that she knew where the man Bhaudhi was looking for stayed.  Madhuve even offered to take him to his uncle’s place.  Being his last hope, Bhaudhi accepted Madhuve’s offer to show him where his uncle lived.  On arriving at the home, Bhaudhi was told that it was correct that his uncle lived there, but he was not home yet.  He was also advised that his uncle often patronised one of the local bars, where most likely he was still hanging out with friends.

 

Bhaudhi was relieved that at last, he knew where his uncle lived and it was a matter of time before the two met.  At the advice of Madhuve, Bhaudhi agreed to live his baggage at the house and visit the bar where his uncle was thought to be.

 

“He usually sits in that corner with his friends.  But they are all not yet here.  I assume they will soon come.  Maybe it’s not a bad idea to wait a little longer until they show up,” said Madhuve.

 

Bhaudhi said, “I have come a long way to find him.  Waiting for another hour or two until he arrives should not be a problem.  If you don’t mind you can wait with me.” 

 

Madhuve rather reluctantly agreed saying, “Well now that is something that I had not planned to do.  Besides, I will have to make an unplanned expenditure.  But again, since you are new here, it would be not correct for me to leave you alone.  Let’s agree that we wait for an hour or so, if your uncle does not show up, then I will take you back to his place before proceeding to my place.”

 

“I appreciate your kindness and generosity.  Not many people in this day and age would be this kind to a total stranger.  If you allow me, I will spare you from making any unplanned expenditures.”

 

“Now you are putting me in a tight spot.  That was not my intention.  I only meant to wait with you until you meet your uncle and I would be on my way,” said Madhuve.

 

“Please don’t give it a second thought.   The pleasure is mine.   In any case it is an opportunity for me, if not to enjoy your company, at least to repay you for your kindness,” replied Bhaudhi.

 

The two went on to order some drinks.  Bhaudhi was taking beer, while Madhuve settled for orange juice.  After a while Madhuve excused herself and went into the ladies’ toilet.  When she came back, she moved her stool and sat cross lagged directly facing Bhaudhi. 

 

At first Bhaudhi did not pay any particular attention to Madhuve.  But as they spoke, Bhaudhi soon realized that, Madhuve’s particularly short mini dress was increasingly getting even shorter barely covering her thighs and leaving nothing to imagination.  

 

Then it happened.  Madhuve was midway explaining something to Bhaudhi when she casually looked towards the open door, and as if absent minded, she uncrossed her legs spreading them wide apart to reveal that she was completely naked under her mini dress.  

 

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.   As if something important had caught her attention she kept gazing at the darkness outside through the open door.  She remained like that long enough for Bhaudhi to see it all and to provoke his lust. 

 

Bhaudhi having taken a few beers now was shocked and unable to resist the temptation of taking a long and lustful glance at what Madhuve had on offer.   He told himself that if it was a fire that had passed there, it had done a good job of razing the grass to the ground and probably burning the roots as well.  Madhuve was neatly shaven.  His desire was provoked there and then.

 

Certain that her obscene act had had the intended effect on Bhaudhi, Madhuve said, “Well your uncle does not seem to be coming tonight.  It’s getting late and it’s time I went home.  If you don’t mind, please finish your beer so that I can take you back to your uncle’s place.”

 

“I don’t mind at all.  Just give me a couple of minutes and we will be out of here,” said Bhaudhi.  He put the almost full glass of beer to his lips and in a few gulps, it was empty.  “I am ready.  We can go now.”  Madhuve’s temptation on Bhaudi’s weak soul had been too overbearing to resist.  He had already taken the bait and swallowed it all, hook, line and sinker.

 

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