This was my second Dashain in US. When I left Nepal, I thought to myself I am done with this god-forsaken land and hoped I will never have to return. It’s only been a year now and this Dashain I am starting to realize how lonely I am. Deep inside of me I was so vulnerable. I missed everything that I once used to hate. I used to be angry why I had to eat dal bhat every day and today I consider myself lucky if I eat dal bhat once a week.  I am sick and tired of eating junk food, which used to be my favorite back in Nepal. I miss those untimely holidays due to random strikes. Holidays are far and few in between here. I thought I was well equipped with what I would have to face. Naively my calculations were grossly off.  I tried my level best to mingle with people around but one year was not enough time to get hold of it. My skin tone, my exotic accent and my lack of knowledge of sports franchise that was bombarded to the youth were the major impediments rather than grade or finance that I had doubts. My social network was limited to few classmates, Chris and Nepalese student association in my university.

            I was thankful to what I had or at least what I thought I had.  We all go through phases in life where we question ourselves. I felt I was going through sort of identity crisis.  I was never really religious kind of person. Sometimes I would get offended when people would equate lack of belief in god with lack of moral values. But I was always willing to see and learn new things. So my morning started with Sunday morning prayers in church. I was not a big fan of Christianity either but I was awed by the organizational skills that people in the church posses and their ability to contribute to the community. I was learning something new every day. Sometimes I would go there just for the sake of Chris, who would in exchange give me free driving lessons.

            I had my driving license now but for me friendship with Chris meant a lot to me. He was the only American friend I could count on. I did invite him for Dashain program but he already had some other plans.

            We had about 50 Nepalese students in our university. Shiva dai was the president of Nepalese Student Association and he was really instrumental in helping new folks settling in the university. Kritika was his wife. They had been married for couple of years now. They were the most helpful of the lot. Unfortunately Shiva dai could not attend today’s Dashain program. He had to go to Canada for some conference and presentation. I felt bad for him.

            It was recap of previous dashain program I had attended last year. It started with “Yo mann ta mero Nepali nai ho” and followed by some cultural dance program and Tika. Then we headed to the community hall where we had the feast. And off course, Dashain would be incomplete without playing cards. I have never been lucky when it came to gambling. Half way through, I had almost lost interest. Then my eyes caught Kritika. I gazed into her eyes and I could sense deep sadness. She was managing the whole function but not participating in this event. She rather opted to play with her cell phone then to play cards. I invited her to join us but she said in a while. She drained the battery and asked me for my cellphone. I couldnot refuse her. Finally, after draining battery in my cellphone, she joined in. I don’t know how my luck changed but as soon she joined, I started winning.

            We played almost till midnight and then decided to call it quist. I was really happy today. I had won 200 bucks. It was my responsibility to drop Kritika since she lived close by. I did have drink or too but it was nothing so bad. While driving Kritika asked me, “Do you have a girl friend?” I wasn’t expecting that. I told her I wasn’t sure myself. We both had a good laugh. Later I explained it was long distance thing and almost to the breaking point. We reached her apartment complex. She had some utensils to carry so asked me to help her. I quickly grabbed some and went about. I waved her bye.

            Then when I started my car, I realized that I had a flat tire.  I could have just left my car there and called someone. I reach for my phone and I realize my cellphone had no battery left. My only option was to go back to Kritika for help. I knocked on her door but there was no reply. If she is asleep I would be stranded. Panicked I pushed the door hard and it opened. I looked around and there she was. Kritika was wrapped just in towel. I pretended as if I did not see her. I was just about to say sorry, accidently her towel dropped and so did my jaw. I again tried to shy away from her but I just could not. For few seconds I kept drooling at her. “Raghav, are you still staring at me?” she voiced. I came to my consciousness after being intoxicated by the sight.  The sight was feast for the eyes with perfectly curved hips, succulent bosom and brown tanned skin.

Angrily she let go of her hands. “Okie, Watch.” I felt embarrassed and said sorry. But she did not pickup her towel. I was confused now. She childishly demanded, “Show me yours?”

“What?” “You saw mine, now you have to show me yours.” Before I could say anything, she grabbed my manhood. It was already flexing its head like an angry cobra. I just could not stop her. She pulled it out and started going through the shaft with her tongue while softly massaging my balls. Going home was now last thing on my mind. She started moving her tongue up and down my manhood, slowly pulling my balls with her mouth. She also managed to pull both my pants and boxer. Part of my mind knew this was wrong. But the other half enchanted by her skills refused to listen. I wanted to say stop but there were no words coming out of my mouth, only loud moans.

I found myself lying on the bed and she did not even spare the area below my bum hole using her tongue which I never knew was so sensitive. Once my manhood was hard as rock she mounted herself on top of it and she rode it like a true jockey. Kritika looked beautiful even in the throes of passion, with her hair ruffled, her bouncing boobies and the way she used to bite her lips. She started digging her nails deep into my chest. She got off me while I was about to cum and took it inside her mouth. She looked like a tigress who has just tasted blood after long time.

            But once it was over, guilt started to kick in. Technically, I was still in a relationship even though it was futile one. Worst, she was married. Yes, married to someone for whom I had lots of respect. I was just not strong enough to resist her demands. At the end of the day I felt violated and raped. She had no sign of remorse on her face.


To be continued..