Thriller A Tale of One City (Completed)

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Final Chapter

Part 2


"But how do we go there?"

"We need this map, kid. Can you get a picture of the screen on your phone?"

"I will take a screenshot and transfer the image to the phone, that will be better."

"Good. Get some maps of the whole area as well ... so that we know how to go."

The cafe owner was used to requests for downloading images-- usually lurid porn-- to cellphones and, for a small charge, he loaned them a cable that Rudra used to transfer a couple of map screen shots to his mobile.

"Well, this place is between the two arms of the lake and the nearest big landmark is this Power Plant, 5 km to the west."

"We will see that later, but first delete the maps from their machine," cautioned Deepa. "I don't want anyone to know where we are headed."

"And I am deleting the cache and the browsing history, as well. No one should know what we were searching for."

"Now fire up some genuine porn on the browser and let us think of what can we do next."

They were wedged tightly in one of those internet-browsing "booths" and it was as if they were a couple watching porn together on the web. Which would have been odd at 11 o'clock in the morning but it was not so because there were quite a few others who were engaged in similar activity. Actually, the cyber-cafes of old had degenerated into cyber-bars and now pick-up joints and there was one particular middle aged person who was pacing up and down with a drink in his hand and actually ogling openly at Deepa.

"Ma, there is a guy who is staring at us," whispered Rudra. "Should we leave this place."

"I know, but I have another idea ..."

"What?"

"Do you see that motor-bike key lying next to the computer that he is using."

"Hmm." Rudra nodded in agreement, "and the screen on his computer has an animated gif that is screaming Sex!"

"If I distract him long enough, can you get the key and locate his bike? We need a transport out of this place."

"Sure why not? But how will you get him away."

"Just wait and see. These sex crazy men are such suckers in front of wily women."

"Ok, tell me what to do."

"When I am gone, you pick up the keys, pay off the our dues, locate his bike and wait outside."

Deepa got up, as if to stretch her legs, and caught the eye of the man who was ogling at her.

"Hello," she smiled, "I am new here and I was wondering if we could have a chat."

Deepa had wrapped herself in a shawl against the early morning chill and she took it off to reveal that she was wearing a faded pair of jeans and a short, tight T-shirt that was clinging to her tits. The sight was enough for the man to almost choke on his drink!

"Why not," he gasped after recovering his breath. "Want to have a drink?"

"Not here, this is too open."

"Let us go inside."

Unfortunately, the guy picked up the bike keys, shoved them into his pocket!

But it was too late to change plans. The two of them went through a door and found themselves in a little private room with a large, wall mounted LCD TV and a big sofa. The owner followed them into the room, loaded a CD in the DVD player and switched on the TV that started showing an explicit porn movie. But as soon as he left, the man grabbed her by her shoulders and started squeezing her tits!

"Big boy is in a hurry I see," Deepa indulged him. "Perhaps I can help him a little." She dropped down on her knees and unbuttoned his trousers.

"How much do you charge for this?" The guy muttered.

"Nothing much, just give me a thousand bucks for a quick shot." She smiled. "That is a small price for big fun." The trouser dropped to the floor, the keys clinking in a pocket, followed by the shorts and Deepa, on her knees, was staring at a flaccid cock and a shriveled pair of balls that she started stroking lovingly.

The guy gave a squeak of pleasure, then he suddenly grabbed her head and pushed her mouth against his little penis.

"Relax, stud, not so fast," Deepa removed her face from the smelly crotch. "Let me get your stick big and hard first." She pulled down his trouser and shorts, pulled them out from beneath his legs, pushed him on his back on the sofa and started stroking his prick again.

The guy was in his seventh heaven! On the screen, a big blonde naked whore was sucking and huge black cock and here, this whore was stroking his cock. oooh what fun! He started gurgling with pleasure.

"Would you be more comfortable without your shirt?" Deepa suggested, "and I love to the hard, hot bods of my studs."

"OK," agreed the guy impressed by the subtle flattery, "and now you get naked and let me see your tits."

"What is the hurry, boss. I am not running away. Let me first get you going." Deepa spat out mouthful of spittle on her palm and started stroking the guy's prick that was becoming harder and longer. "Now that is a massive cock, boss."

The guy closed his eyes and started screaming abuses that, thankfully, were drowned out by the screams and shouts on the screen.

"Go boss, go ..." Deepa encouraged him and increased her tempo and before he knew it, he had shot a teaspoon of cum into her palms!

"That was a good start boss." Deepa cheered him. "Let me get a little drink for you and then we can have a real prick-in-my-cunt fuck."

"Ok." The guy gasped with pleasure. "Get me a drink. A Royal Stag whisky, make it large."

"Sure. But I will take some time to fix myself a fancy cocktail ... please be patient."

Deepa collected herself, adjusted her clothes and leaving the stark naked man rolling languidly on the couch and watching porn, walked out of the room and through the hall. The owner of the cyber cafe, who was sitting next to the door, was surprised.

"Done? So quick?"

"I have forgotten my pack of condoms," Deepa whispered with a smile. "Where can I get them? Quickly,"

"Down the road, there is a medicine shop."

Deepa wanted to run out but she forced herself to walk quietly but briskly and the moment she stepped out, she saw Rudra standing next to the bike.

"Ma, this is his bike but he took the key with him."

"Don't worry, I have got this pants with me!" Deepa grinned, and pulled out a bundle of clothes from beneath her shawl. Rudra felt through the trouser pocket, found the key, put it in the bike and started it with a kick. Deepa climbed in behind him, made sure that they were not leaving anything behind and whispered, "Let's go, kid."

Two hours later, after passing through the power plant, and after hiding the bike in a bush behind an abandoned house, mother and son had started their trek towards Pandey-ji's safe house. The terrain was empty and rugged but they avoided the main road because it was empty and the two of them would stand out as herons amidst a murder ( or 'flock') of crows!

The land between the two arms of the lake, or reservoir, was covered with a thick forest of tall deciduous trees. Deepa and Rudra had a tough time pushing their way through the dense undergrowth as the jungle kept getting denser and denser. They had not switched on their cellphones, and anyway there would have been no signal anyway, but the map images that they had stored had helped them find their way across the desolate terrain. They sensed that they were close to the peninsula but suddenly they ran into a new problem.

A wall of cactus. That is what stood between Rudra, Deepa and the promised land! Dusk was fast approaching ...

Someone had clearly created an obstruction! Pushing through a stand of trees and undergrowth is still feasible but when the undergrowth is replaced with big, hard cactus plants then the barrier is impassable.

"Ma, we cannot go through this."

"But we must, kiddo. This is a wall that Pandey-ji would have deliberately built to keep people out of his private haven."

"There must be a gate or some kind of a secret path through this abomination."

"Let us see if we can go around it. Instead of going straight, let us move right, parallel to the cactus wall."

"That will lead us to the water, the lake."

Which is what it did. Mother and son soon reached the shore of the vast lake and in the far distance, nearly three or four kilometres away, they could see the few feeble lights of the dam glowing in the early dusk. Unfortunately the "wall of cactus", as they had named their obstacle, extended right up to the edge of the water!

"I think there is only one option left," said Deepa. "Let us get into the water and swim around and see if we can reach a point on the shore, behind this wall where there is no cactus."

"But all of our stuff will get wet."

"Why? we can pack everything into the plastic bags that we have. The most important stuff will go into the backpack and for the rest we will do the best that we can."

Deepa and Rudra stripped naked and after packing their stuff as best as they could, waded into the waters of the lake. Initially the water felt cold but once the shock had worn off, they found that it was quite comfortable. Actually it should have been quite cold at this time of the year but thanks to global warming and climate change, the weather was actually very pleasant -- it was almost like late spring or early summer. Fortunately, the bottom of the lake was sandy and firm and even though the two of them were up to their necks in the water, it was not too difficult for them to wade along the edge while holding their belongings up over their heads. Soon enough they realized that the forest had become lighter and they were now behind the cactus wall.

"Let's get back on the ground, Ma."

"Be very careful now, there can be guards around here and they may not like us to walk in like this."

So quietly but quickly they got back on land and then, there it was! A two-storied house well hidden in the trees and located at the edge of what must have been the lagoon that they had seen in Wikimapia [ 23.685504, 86.73050800 ]. Rudra was about to rush in but Deepa held him back. Hidden in the trees, they observed the house for any signs of any other person. After ten minutes, Deepa was satisfied that there was no one around and it was safe to go in.

The house was locked but as they had expected, one of the keys from the bunch that they had been carrying from Calcutta opened the door and they were in!

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Final Chapter

Part 3

"Oh! Ma, this is a fantastic place," exulted Rudra and Deepa had to agree. Located at the edge of the lagoon and yet hidden from view by the huge trees that surrounded it, the two storied house had been planned as a perfect hideaway. It was well stocked with bottled water, canned food and kerosene for the lamps and cooking, even though the house had electricity from a cable that must have run across the bottom of the lake. Then there was a small Armory, stocked with enough arms and ammunition for a small army and most important a small vault full of cash and gold coins! On the ground floor, adjacent to the water's edge, was a boathouse and on the floor above was the living area -- bedroom, kitchen-and-dining, study -- and the best part of it all, a large veranda or terrace with a splendid view of the lagoon and beyond it the lake itself.

It took Deepa and Rudra more than an hour to look and through and discover the wonders of their new "kingdom" -- as Rudra described it -- but finally they were done. Tired after a long, long day but finally feeling happy and relaxed, Deepa was standing on the deck, looking across the vast expanse of the lake glistening silver in the light of the gibbous moon. The sun had set and the sky was ablaze with a million stars -- they had never seen so many stars in the city sky. The forest around them was pitch dark but then again it had come alive to the chirping of crickets and the winking of fireflies.

"Ma, see what I have brought for you." whispered Rudra and placed two big glasses on the wide parapet that ran along the edge of the terrace overlooking the lake.

"What is it?"

"The Talisker that we had picked up from the Celebration Hotel."

"Oh wow! that is wonderful."

"And I think that we deserve it, after all that we have been through."

"Absolutely, let us raise a toast ... Cheers"

"Cheers -- to the lake and this little hideaway of ours." But as they clinked glasses and took a swig, mother and son suddenly and simultaneously realised that both of them were stark naked! After the walk through the water and the excitement of finding and exploring their kingdom neither had remembered or bothered about putting on their clothes.

Rudra stared at his mother standing stark naked on the verandah, bathed in the silvery light of the moon. Her face, smiling as ever, was framed by her long hair that fell over her chest but not quite hiding the proud swell of her breasts tipped by large nipples each lying in their own dark areola. There was a little breeze that was coming off the lake but that was not why Rudra felt a little shiver go up his spine as he realised that his penis was growing harder!

Deepa too was suddenly all too aware of the total nudity of the big male hunk in front of her and she too felt a sudden hardening at her own nipples as they suddenly decided to assert their existence. No words were spoken, none were needed. Much as he tried to, Rudra found his eyes locked on his mother's tits as they stiffened under his gaze and in turn, his mother Deepa too was locked on her son's penis that had grown big, thick and erect and was pointing directly at her cunt!

As is always the case, it is the woman who waits and the man who rushes forward! Rudra took a big gulp of the single malt, put it on the parapet and grabbed his mother's tits. Deepa too could not hold herself back any longer. She too took a gulp and threw her arms around her naked son and pushed her crotch into her son's giant erection. The die was cast, the spell was broken and mother and son were immediately all over each other, running hands over each others body, kissing deeply, thrusting their tongues through each other lips and in general acting as madly as any animal in extreme heat -- which is exactly mother and son had found themselves in!

The next few minutes were a blur of sexual frenzy. Mother and son were on the floor with either the mother on top or the son on top as the couple squeezed, pressed, teased, licked and sucked on each other as if the end of the world was at hand. Slowly and inevitably, the frenzy abated and Deepa found herself on her son, his big, hard penis pressed into her mouth as she sucked on it like an ice-cream. Meanwhile, her crotch was pressed into her son's face and she loved the way he licked her cunt and tickled her clit with his tongue.

"Kiddo, I don't know how I got carried away like a teenager." Deepa grinned shyly as she sat up on the floor.

"Oh Ma, you were so damn sexy in the moonlight that I could not keep my hands off you either."

"Rather stupid of us to apologize to each other isn't it?"

"But I simply cannot wait to jump on you again."

"This floor is too hard. Why can we make a nice bed, here beneath the stars."

"But first some food. I am hungry."

Deepa quickly put together a quick but hearty meal consisting of thick, sweet almond cookies followed by a plate of baked beans while Rudra dragged out some blankets and pillows and laid them out on the terrace to make a very comfortable bed.

Once again, mother and son lost themselves in each other and in the moonlight, under the stars and with the chirping of the crickets ringing in their ears, they made soft, sensuous and tender love to each other. The frantic, animal urgency of their earlier session had given way to a leisurely penetration. Deepa was on her back while her son climbed on top of her in the classic missionary position and slowly and softly pressed his rock hard penis into her waiting cunt. She gave sigh of pleasure as she felt her son's penis poking, prodding and finally penetrating into her and then she felt its length as it pushed through her body and hit her innards. His hands was on her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. His lips were on hers, his tongue pushed into her mouth and then their bodies started to move with each other. Her son's erection was sliding in and out of her cunt and the continuous friction was sending out pulses of pleasure through their bodies.

Deepa was the first to cry out with pleasure and Rudra answered with a grunt of determination as he thumped his erection into his mother. Then their cries got louder as Rudra started hammering into his mother with greater and greater vigor until once again they were locked in the throes of massive passion that only ended when, with a scream, Rudra ejaculated and poured, what seemed like a gallon of cum into her waiting cunt.

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Final Chapter

Part 4

For a minute, all was quiet and then suddenly there was a scratching noise, as if someone was walking along the dry grass and leaves! Mother and son jumped up and peeped over the parapet and saw that they had indeed had a visitor, a pair of giant snakes that leisurely passed in front of the house and disappeared into the forest.

"Ma, we need to be careful."

"Don't worry, kid. Those snakes will not harm us. They bring good news."

Which was indeed the case because next morning itself, Rudra found his mother retching in the bathroom.

"What happened Ma?"

"This is called morning sickness, kid and it tells us that your mother is pregnant again!"

It was an hour after sunset, what painters and photographers refer to as the l'Heure Blue, the Blue Hour. There was still a little bit of light left in the sky but it was far too less for anyone to have noticed a low skiff that was gliding silently across the reservoir.

While there had been no sign of any hostile pursuit ever since they had arrived at there, both Rudra and Deepa had agreed that it was best to keep as low as profile as possible. They had resolutely kept to themselves in their hideout, but Deepa's pregnancy had necessitated trips to the maternity home. However the battery powered boat, that they had found in the boathouse, was a real blessing as it allowed them to cross the lake in silence and land in the a little hidden cove near a footpath that led to the dam.

The grand festival of Durga Puja had arrived early this year, in the first week of October itself and today, SashTi -- the sixth day of the bright lunar fortnight, was perhaps Deepa's last visit to the maternity home where she expected to deliver her baby in another week or so. From today evening itself, the festivities would start and everyone would be on holiday for almost a week. The pregnancy was under control and the two of them were in an upbeat mood when the boat silently entered their ultra-private lagoon. It was still some way of to the boathouse when Rudra flipped a switch, stopped the boat and stepped out into the waist deep water.

"What happened?"

"I just thought that it would be fun to walk along through the water."

"Then let me join you as well." Deepa too tried to get out but her saree -- she always used the traditional attire whenever she stepped out so as not to stand out from the crowd -- got caught on the gunwale and she would have toppled over if Rudra had not caught her!

"Careful, Ma," he warned her, "and actually, why don't you get rid of your saree itself." He suggested.

Which was not a bad idea at all! So Deepa quickly unwrapped the yards of cotton from around her and then dumped it along with the rest of her clothes in the boat.

"Ah this feels so nice," Deepa sat down in the water so that only her neck and head was visible. "Why don't you take off your pants as well?" she asked her son.

"Why not indeed," and Rudra too took of his clothes and sat down in the blood warm waters of the lagoon.

"This is so much fun, kiddo, to be so much at one with nature, right here in the middle of the lake, under the stars .."

"Amazing sky isn't it, the pitch dark sky so full of stars... so big and bright."

"What is more amazing kiddo, is the distance that we have covered in the past one year. Who would have known that my visit to Barakar a year ago will result in us sitting like this in this lake in utter tranquility."

"You are amazing, Ma," Rudra really adored his mother, "the way you have made it all happen. Without your grit and determination we would still be stewing in that hell hole."

"And you are no less kid, without all your technology where would we have been?" Deepa threw her arms around her son and kissed him on his lips and in the ensuing melee the two of them tumbled and rolled around in the clean, clear, sandy bed of the lagoon!

Fortunately the water was not too deep at all and it wasn't too long before mother and son were laid out on the sand right on the shoreline, with the water of the lake between their legs! For a few minutes, they stared at the vast darkness of the sky above through which the pinpricks of light were shining through.

"Amazing feeling, kiddo, to have the waters of the lake lapping at your cunt!"

"That hint of a cool breeze is giving me an erection."

"Oh really? or is it that my son is trying to jerk himself off?" sniggered Deepa.

"Why not?" Rudra raised himself on his hands and turned to face his mother. "It is not very often that guy gets the chance to do this ... " and he slowly ran his hands over his mother's huge and distended belly.

"Oooh .. you are tickling me," gurgled Deepa as she felt Rudra's fingers fondling the delicate folds of her pussy!

"You are way to sexy, Ma, lying naked like this on the edge of the water." Rudra pulled himself closer to his mother and started to kiss her on her lips, her cheeks. "Wonder why have we never fucked like this before." Which was true. Ever since they had discovered this paradise on earth there have been many occasions of wild and wanton sex between mother and son, especially after the first trimester of her pregnancy but it had never occurred to either of them that they could have fucked like this, on the water!

"I think it is a bit too late to start now," cautioned Deepa. "I am due in another week and I do not want your brother or sister to be smothered with your cream!"

"But that would not stop me from cuddling you in my lap like this." Rudra sat up on the sand, spread his legs and pulled Deepa in between them, so that she could rest comfortably on his chest. Then he threw his hand around his mother and with hand he started to fondle her breasts that had already started to sag, in anticipation of the milk that they would shortly hold! With the other, he was pointing towards the eastern horizon...

"Ma, look, the moon is rising..."

Yes, the moon was rising over the dam and with it something else was rising in their mind as well... a question, that both of them had avoided ever since they had learnt of Deepa's pregnancy.

"Ruddy..."

"Yes, Ma."

"How would we know?." whispered Deepa.

"Who is the father of this child in your belly? Is it..." Both of them started but neither could complete the last part of that sentence as someone let loose a volley of fireworks to start the Durga Puja celebrations and a shower of glowing spheres lit up the sky...

 

[Arunima R Chowdhury]

Final Chapter

Part Finale

It was the first full moon right after Durga Puja when the Goddess of Wealth is welcomed into every home in Bengal. It was on a night like this, year ago, that Deepa had returned from Barakar carrying a little packet that had changed their lives.

Rudra did not bother to wait for darkness because he was too impatient to get his mother Deepa and her new born girl child back to their home on the lake! After a night of hard labor, Deepa had had a natural childbirth in the wee hours of the morning and after the midwife had done the honors of parturition, the tiny fellow had latched on to her mother's breasts and had sucked her way to blissful sleep. By the late afternoon it was abundantly clear that Deepa was feeling well enough for that short walk to where their boat was moored and so they had set off even before the sun had set.

The trip back was uneventful and soon enough, after the three of them had reached the house, mother and child were comfortably settled on the large and comfortable bed.

"Whew! It feels so nice to be back here again." Deepa was clearly relieved to be through with the ordeal.

"But, Ma," Rudra had a grin on his face, "I have one more task left."

"Now what?"

"Remember, on Sashti, when we were on the beach, both of us had a question."

"I do," a shadow passed over Deepa's face, "who is the father? Don't tell me you have found an answer."

"I have found something else," and he pulled out a steel-and-ceramic cylinder with wires sticking out of it."

"Oh God," whispered Deepa, "the device that had brought me to Barakar in the first place ... how and where did you find it?"

"We had never looked for it but I was thinking very hard. This would have been a very important thing for Pandey-ji and Teesta if they had managed to escape ... so why would they not keep it in their getaway box? The one we had carried out with us from Tata Centre."

"So it was there? But how come we had never found it?"

"We had not looked hard enough! It was there hidden in the base of the box that had the cash and the gold coins."

"So what will you do with this?"

"Just wait and see ..."

Rudra connected the laptop that they had recently procured and connected to the Internet through the ISP services provided by the Google Balloon system that had finally become operational. He had remembered the name of the bank and Googled it for the URL and then used the account number that he had picked up from the notebook. Finally it was time to enter the DNA based password.

"Ma, I need you to put this cylinder in your little darling's mouth."

"Oh God!" gasped Deepa, "I see what you are trying to do."

"Yes, if it opens, then she is Pandey-ji's child, otherwise.."

"Just do it, kiddo," Deepa interrupted him. "I cannot stand this tension anymore"

And he did it. Rudra placed the little cylinder under the little child's tongue and pushed the USB plug into the socket and pressed the submit button.

The DNA analysis seemed to take ages and then the net was abnormally slow. Time stood still and it seemed like hours even though the process would not have taken more than two minutes.

And then?

It worked! the DNA of the little newborn girl matched half of the DNA that Pandey-ji had submitted while creating the account and as per the rules that he had set, the account was accessible!

"Hooray! It has worked," screamed Rudra.

"Hooray! I have Pandey-ji's child," screamed Deepa.

"And we have access to Pandey-ji's vast bank account."

"Truly, on this day!!"

"What should we name her then?"

"I was thinking of the only other woman who had played such an important part in making all this happen and without her..."

But Rudra did not let his mother finish the sentence. "Then let us call her Teesta."

"Yes kid, in honor of that poor and lonely girl who sacrificed her life to protect the bloodline of someone she had loved so dearly."

"And in the process, helped us to be alive."

"Yes kiddo, but someday day our Teesta is going to learn about this. "

" Are you really going to tell her all about this?"

"Yes, she needs to know. About us, about A Tale of One City"





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[Arunima R Chowdhury]

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[Zayna]

Nice story