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It felt like a hammer and I fell on the pavement breathless, not even able to speak or groan. She seemed to be in a state of shock.“ Please leave us and take whatever money we have” I pleaded pointing at my wallet, watch and camera “ I promise we will not report you to the police, if you leave us unharmed”“Ofcourse we will take all that too, but we also want a taste of your sweet wife” said the tallest guy gleefully “We wont harm you , if you co-operate”My wife knew what was in store for her and she began to kick her legs trying to free herself. Once I was tied up to a pillar , with a handkerchief stuffed in my mouth, all the guys turned their attention to my wife.My voice was stuck somewhere between my lungs and throat .“Bastard, that will teach you how to talk” growled one of the guys .“Aur sun saali, hum khatarnaak log hain, tunhe agar chilaya naa, to tere majnu ko maar daalenge” he warned my wife as took out a knife.(and listen bitch, we are dangerous people, if you scream we will kill your lover”)“Samjhi, saali ? )My wife’s mouth was covered by one the the guy’s hands, so she couldn’t do anything more then just murmur and nod her head. I could see her looking upto them with intense fear in her eyes, and muffled sounds coming from her mouth through her captors hands. I was feeling ashamed and angry at being so helpless.We were holding each other hand’s as we walked , feeling so much of love for each other. We had been married for 13 years, yet we were so much in love with each other, as if we were newly weds.“I love you Ajit” said my wife in dreamy romantic voice.“oh my baby, I love u so much” came my reply. Even holding hands or keeping our arms around each other, is quite demonstrative by our standard.“Ajit, its almost midnight” my wife said, not alarmed, but a bit surprised that we had lost sense of time.“Ah , its ok, tomorrow is Sunday, and Nikhil is also staying ovbvernight with his friends.Infact I feel like having coffee now” I said with a laugh.“No lets go home, I will make coffee for us” She said in her sweet voice. She was smart and educated and well placed in her job, yet not too modern or extravagant.
Our family was what one can say as a complete happy family. Being in middle of monsoon, the streets were quite empty.She was not like most of the loud frivolous youngsters.She was open with me but for the rest she was almost like a nun. It was best to go home for coffee as I was beginning to feel a bit tired with the walking. Though I must say , the years have treated Jyoti well. Well, just a bit healthier than what she was at 20, but still in proper slim shape.Hearing this the men laughed, “Sati Savitri banti hai, saali ko aaj randi banayenge”, said Saleem(“She is pretending to be saintly, We will make the bitch into a whore today”)My sophisticated convent educated wife was at the mercy of these lowly filthy goons. Seeing this Papoo, nuzzled his face in her breasts and started nibbling on it over her kameez. I groened in pain, but hardly any sound came out of my handkerchief filled mouth.“Listen slut, if u scream cry like that, I will make mincemeant out of your husband” Saleem warned my wife. I knew that was my Jyoti - determined and self respecting.My wife raised her hand to push his face away , but this helped Suri meet his objective. Instantly Jyoti’s crying became softer and more muffled as if she was trying to swallow her sobs. She was almost pious when it came to sex and I was proud of the way she carried herself in public life.