Mahfil. v 1, V. 1 ( 1963) p. 16.


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"The devil's mother's pudendum happened to mej"

"So won^ you tell me?11

"What1s there to tell you?"

"You bury me with your own hands if you1re lying."

Iswar Singa put his arms arourd her neck^ and drawing her closer., crushed his lips on hers. His whiskers got into Kalwant Kaui^s nose 9 and she sneezed. They both began to laugn. Iswar Sin&h took off his ,]acs.Qt^ and looking at ner with lustful eyes 9 said, "Come on^ let^s have a ga'ae of cards*"

Little beads of moisbure burst out over Kalwant Faur^s upper lip. She rolled her eyes invitingly and said9 "Go to hell,"

Iswar Singh pinched her hugely on the hips, Kalwant Kaur jumped away, "Don1! do that^ Iswar Syan^ it hurts."

Iswar Singn swayed forward 3 and caLing hold of her again^ began to chev her upper lip between his bceth. Kalwant Kaur melted like ice in summer. Isvar Singh too.: off his shirt and threw it in a corner. "Come on^ let^ see the trumps,"

Kalwanb Kaur^ upper lip be^an to throbo Iswar Singh grabbed her blouse and peeled it off 5 like a butcher pee]s off the s^in of a sheep. Then lusting ab her naked body 5 he pinclied her fleshy arm and said9 "Lalwant9 by the Guru's nano^ you are an A-l f,«.... woman I" Kalwant Kaur watched the bruises turn red on her arm and replied^ "How cruel you are 5 Jani."

Iswar Singh smiled behind his thicL black mustache. "Let me show you how cruel I am tonight 5 Jani." lie began to show it. He minced Kalwant Kaar's lips between his teethe bit the lobes of her ears^ kneaded the mounds of her breasts 9 slapped her fat buttocks loudly 9 sucked in her cheeks with his kisses and covered her bosom with saliva. Kalwant Kaur was like a ^ot boiling over a bonfire 5 but Isvar Singh found that in spite of all his efforts^ he was not won led himself. He tried all his tricks 5 all the little ways he knew^ hub like a defeated wrestler 9 he gained no ground. Kalwart Kaur^ vhos body vas ringing like a taut wire<^ began to be annoyed at the unnecessary delay. "Iswar Syan^" she said^ "^ou^ve shuffled enough. Now dealj"

But on hearing this 9 blie vliole pack of cards slipped out of Iswar Singh ^ hands. Ke fell back next to Kalwant Kaur 9 panting 5 a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Kalwant Kaur tried her own ways to warm him up^ out nothing worked. Till now^ she had always gotten ic without even asking. But today 5 when her thirsby body was left disappointed^ something broke in her. Kalwant Kaur jumped out of bed 9 and grabbing a shawl from a hook^ wrapped it around her body. Her nostrils flared in anger as she snapped 5 "Iswar Syan^ who was the whore you



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