I noticed Fateh almost choked on his food. I grinned.
“I like you, baby, and I want you to be in comfort.” I patted and kneaded her big behind in full view of her husband, and Fateh hastily gulped down a glass of water.
“Sarun is so kind hearted, hai na, husband?” Narges turned and asked her husband, as I continued to grope and squeeze her buttocks.
“Yes, yes, dear.” Poor Fateh was almost in tears. I noticed he had a bulge in his lungi too. “Sahib has indeed been very kind with us.”
“Yes, husband. We must repay his kindness with our warmth. We may be poor but we have a lot of love to give him.”
“Yes, dear, you are right. Sahib is indeed very compassionate to us.”
“A dining table and a sofa set.” I decided aloud. “Narges, what do you think about the bed? I think the bed is fine, it seemed strong last night, what do you think?”
Narges burst into a snigger, and a very red Fateh just stared at his shoes in shame.
As breakfast was being cleared away, I told Fateh that I wanted him to first take me to the furniture store in the village. Then he could take me to a mall in the city, where I would buy some clothes. I was secretly planning to stay longer than the two nights I had originally planned, and I needed more sets of clothes. Then I told him he had to drop me downtown in the city, where I had some work, and pick me up later. I would have lunch in the city, and return home in time for dinner.
“Yes, sahib.” Fateh kept nodding obediently. He went out to pump air into the rickshaw tires.
As I dressed and got ready to go out, and Fateh was away in the yard where he could not hear us, I pulled Narges into the bedroom and asked her in a soft voice about Fateh’s loan. A plan was forming in my mind. When Narges replied it was 200,000 rupees, I thanked my lucky stars. That amount of money was a mountain for a rickshaw driver, but pocket change for me. My wife bought saris on a single shopping trip, each trip was worth twice that. Very briefly, I told Narges about my plan, and she giggled like a schoolgirl. She agreed to it immediately, as I knew she would. I gave her a kiss on each cheek for being such a sweetheart.
“Fateh, get the rickshaw out.” I yelled, appearing at the door. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, sahib.” As Fateh came back stood near the door, I grabbed Narges by her caboose and kissed her as she eagerly opened her mouth for me. I squeezed her ass over the thin sari that she was wearing. Fateh stood like a wimp watching me caress his wife. I gave Narges a parting smack on her trunk and she purred with pleasure.
“Let’s go.”
Our first stop was the furniture store. I picked out a nice dining table with four chairs. It was small enough to fit their hut, but of good material and expensive. Then I picked out a luxurious sofa set containing a three seater and a love seat, with deep cushions that made you sink in, and dark colours to match Narges’s hut. Fateh’s eyes bulged at the cash that I casually handed to the cashier. I paid extra to have it delivered that afternoon. It would be there at her house when I returned for dinner. I told the cashier to deliver it to Narges, and under “care of” I put my name, rubbing it in to Fateh that he was not man enough to provide the necessities for his wife.