Sex + Drugs - Written By: Amrevis

In Delhi, if you happen to be driving along the wide tree lined roads in Luytens zone, you will find nothing much to hold your interest. The area has no shopping mall, no great hotel, and no chic spot; only the red and green boundary walls behind which exist the sprawling colonial era villas, the home to India's political elite. If you could somehow climb over the forbidding boundary walls and go past the portals of any villa, then you will find yourself in a world of unimaginable opulence. It will be easy for you to get awed by the ambience, but if you are the discerning type then you will not fail to notice the decadence and the perversity that hides under the thin gossamer spread of luxury.

Inside one such villa in Luytens area, a giddy Rajendra Mahto lay sprawled in his jacuzzi. To his drunken mind it felt as if everything in the marble bathroom were moving, just as the water in the Jacuzzi was moving. The alcohol is starting to get into my head, he thought. But that is the way he wanted it to be, the more inebriated he became the better it was. Lethargically he lifted his hand out of the churning mass of water and picked up the long tapering glass from the marble stand close by. As if undecided, whether he should take that sip or not, for few moments he kept the glass in front of his face, peering past it at the plush ambience of the bathroom. This was one room in the house that he had spent great effort in getting designed.

Large enough to be the main room in any house, the bathroom was covered wall to wall with high quality Italian marble. But it was the roof respondent with an ingeniously designed fresco that Rajendra took most pride in. The roof's design reflecting in the water of the wide Jacuzzi and on the marble floor was a sight by itself. Plus there was a full length mirror affixed to one of the walls, the washbasin fitted with state of art faucets, a music system to chill out his mind, phones conveniently within his reach wherever he was in the bathroom, and in a niche carved into the wall a crucial bar with bottles of his favorite drinks tucked away.

If there was any room in the house with which he identified himself most closely, it was this bathroom. He called it his den, which in a sense it was. On days that he was at home, he relished every minute that he spent lounging in his jacuzzi, which was a convenient place for him to sip drinks, listen to music, chat with friends on the phone. "I am a king," murmured Rajendra with a great surge of satisfaction, as he emptied the glass of hard liquor in one gulp. As the searing alcohol poured down his gullet, he smiled loudly by himself. Just then, the door to the bathroom burst open and his close buddy, Shekhar barged in unannounced. "Fix is here."

"Oh yeah," Rajendra mumbled and slithered out of the Jacuzzi. "Did you check its quality?"

"Top class," Shekhar winked. "I checked."

"Better be sure; drug peddlers have lost all decency these days. They peddle all sorts of shit heroin and cocaine."

"But this South African dealer is for real," said Shekhar. "He charges a couple of thousand more than the other dealers, but his fix is always top class."

"I have no problem forking out a couple of thousand extra," Rajendra said superciliously, "for quality product." He slipped his naked body into a white bathrobe and they marched out of the bathroom, and into the hall where there was a young woman attired in a tank top and denim trousers. Her name happened to be Radhika, but to her friends she was merely known as Red. Sitting at the round table in the center of the hall, Red was snorting heroin through a 500 rupees currency note rolled into pipe shape. "What the fuck do you think you are doing," shouted Rajendra.

“Getting high. What does it look like I'm doing.” From her voice it was clear that she was as drunk as Rajendra and Shekhar were.

“Give it to me!” barked Rajendra, and in one sweep of motion he snatched the rolled currency note from Radhika’s grasp. And before she could realize what he had done, he had settled down on another chair and was snorting heroin.

“You bastard!” she lashed out drunkenly.

To that Rajendra only raised his face and giving her a soporific stare, began laughing like a lunatic. Radhika and Shekhar felt inspired to join him. Rajendra took another deep snort and then fell back on the chair with a look of complete satisfaction on his face, leaving the rolled currency note beside the heap of white power that was heroin. Red picked up the currency note eagerly and took a couple more snorts.

“Don’t over do it,” demanded Shekhar, “I don't want to take you to the hospital.”

“Relax. Nothing is going to happen,” Radhika purred and then fell back on her chair with a silly grin on her face.

Now it was Shekhar’s turn to snort. The currency note was wet on one end from the mucus from Rajendra and Radhika’s nostrils. “The freaks have got the pipe all wet,” Shekhar grumbled, but a wet inhaler did nothing to stop him. He shoved the wet end of the currency note up his nostril and closing the second nostril with his finger, he started snorting deeply. After a few inhales he too slumped back on his chair. The drugged trio mumbled incomprehensible sounds and grinned like idiots. Music playing in the stereo created its own psychedelic effect and it felt to them as if the whole house was rocking. Suddenly Rajendra rose and taking Radhika’s limp hand he said, “Lets dance.”

“Go dance yourself,” snapped Radhika.

“If you don’t want to dance then give me a BJ,” without waiting for her reply Rajendra pulled down the zipper in his pant and pushed his crotch at her face.

Red turned her head away and murmured, “Go fuck yourself .”

"Then get out of my house," Rajendra said in all seriousness. As much as Red didn't want to mess around she knew that if she didn't the party and the drugs would be over for her.

“OK fine, don't be so dramatic,” she said and started sucking away.

Shekhar tried to raise himself from his seat, but he slumped back almost as soon as he was up. His eyelids felt too heavy and he had strain himself in keeping them open. He looked dazedly at Radhika who was busy performing a BJ on Rajendra. “I'm next.”

But Radhika would have none of it. She removed her mouth from Rajendra’s dick for a moment only to say, “How about you go down on me instead of being an asshole.”

Laughing, Rajendra pulled her face back. Obediently Radhika went back to sucking frantically and within a few seconds moans of pleasure came from Rajendra.

“You suck like a porn star," Rajendra said with a complete look of satisfaction.

“Thanks,” Radhika replied, as she licked him clean. “Give me some some more coke now.”

“Hey you have to do me now,” begged Shekhar.

“Use your hand you loser.” 

“Yeah, stop bothering her,” Rajendra reposted.

Both of them were snorting heavily from the same heap of fix, while Shekhar watched sullenly. “I am feeling left out,” Shekhar said.

“He is feeling left out,” Rajendra mocked as he inhaled a deep breath of fix into his nostril.

“That is because he is not dancing,” said Radhika

“I don’t want to dance,” whined Shekhar, “I want a BJ."

"Rajendra is not doing anything."

"Hey don't be fuckin digusting," Rajendra quickly replied.

Feeling bad Red finally gave in.

“First we dance and then we'll go down on each other.” With these words she started towards Shekhar for a round of drugged dancing. But she had hardly taken a step or two when she stumbled and fell on her face. Rajendra saw her drop and he paused to look at her silently. Shekhar also taken by surprise started staring at her.

“Is she going to get up?” Rajendra mumbled peevishly. “Is she going to get up?”

“Hey get up,” Shekhar shouted like an idiot from his seat.

There was no reaction from Red. She just lay where she had fallen. “I think she's blazed,” said Rajendra.

“I always tell her to be careful with this fuckin shit. Look at her now,” said Shekhar with a knowing air.

“But why isn’t she getting up,” ejaculated Rajendra.

“Maybe she wants to lie down and sleep.” Their drug soaked state left them in no position to think that something could be seriously wrong with her.

“But how can she sleep when we are still awake,” snapped Rajendra. “The party is only beginning man, we have just started warming up.” He walked up to her comatose body and pushed her with his feet. “Hey get up,” he said grumpily. When she didn’t, he turned her over. Froth was coming out of Radhika’s mouth and nose. Her eyes were open with a dazed faraway look. “Is she puking?” Rajendra said.

"Let me see," Shekhar left his seat and sat down beside her.

Rajendra meanwhile wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Doesn’t seem like puke to me,” he said.

“You're right,” Shekhar echoed. “But why isn’t she getting up.” He slapped her lightly on both her cheeks. “Get up sleeping beauty,” he said.

There was no response from Red. “She might wake up if we pour cold water over her,” Rajendra ventured.

“I think so.”

Rajendra got the ice bucket from the table and poured its chilled contents on her face. The two young men waited frantically for Red to wake up. But contact with cold water and ice couldn’t make her even flicker an eyelid.

“I…I just thought of something,” said Rajendra.

“What?” Shekhar said.

“What if she were dying?”

“What the hell man! How could she be dying! She was snorting happily with us only few minutes ago. People don’t die so quickly.”

“I know people don’t die so quickly,” ventured Rajendra. “But what if she is dying?”

“What makes you think she is dying?”

“She is not moving at all.”

Shekhar placed his finger on her nostril. “She is still breathing, so she cannot be dead.”

“I didn’t say dead,” said Rajendra with frustration in his voice, “I said dying.”

“She might be dying,” Shekhar said quietly.

“That is what I said.”

“But the question is what are we going to do about it?” Shekhar scratched his head as he pondered.

“I can’t think of anything we can do,” said Rajendra.

“Maybe we should call the ambulance and take her to the hospital.”

“Maybe we should.”

“But what if she is not dying and is only sleeping.”

“If she were only sleeping she would have woken up hollering her head off, when we drenched her with water and ice.”

“That is true,” Shekhar nodded.

“So she has to by dying."

“All this reasoning is making me tired, I think I will take another snort.”

“We have all night to snort around,” Rajendra shouted. “Right now we have to decide what the fuck are we going to do. We have to do something now!”

“I guess then we should take her to the hospital.”

“But there is a danger in taking her to hospital.”

“What danger!”

“Our parents will come to know that we were snorting again.”

“My dad will kill me this time. He wants to run for office again and if the media finds out his campaign will be ruined,” Shekhar nodded in agreement.

“All of us will be in deep shit.”

“But that leads us nowhere! If we leave her lying on the floor she dies and we get into trouble, and if we take her to the hospital then we still get in trouble.”

“All this is very complicated; I think I will have to snort some more to energize my brain. Then I will be able to think what to do.”

“Yeah, that is my idea as well,” said Shekhar dazedly.

Both of them rose and went to the table to snort the heroin powder. Rajendra picked up the currency note lying on the table and pushed it up his nostril, while Shekhar rolled another currency note for himself and started inhaling the powder through it. Together they snorted for about five minutes, till the entire heroin on the table had passed down their gullet. Then they fell back on their chairs. “I think we should take care of her now,” mumbled Rajendra.

Shekhar’s face was frozen into a silly grin, as he nodded quietly. Both of them tried to get up from their seats, but their legs felt like jelly and they slumped down. Shekhar didn’t move at all once he was down on the floor, Rajendra managed to crawl a few steps closer to Radhika, but after that the excessive amount of drugs in his system took charge he too was immobilized. The three young people lay sprawled on the floor of the luxurious mansion, as the music system blared devastating rock music.

Rajendra had issued strict instructions to the servants in the house that no one was to intrude upon him when he was with his friends. But when it was past midnight and no one came out of the hall a servant decided to check out on the kids. The servant immediately called for help and the trio got rushed to the hospital. It took many hours for the doctors to stabilize the internal organs of these high profile patients. After a few days their systems had been cleaned and the parents managed to cover up any scandal that may have arose in this incident.

Within weeks it is was back to normal for Rajendra Mahto and his friends - the same booze, drugs and sex filled routine. For the rich and powerful the party never ends.

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