Short Story : Dolly

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CURZON ROAD MEMORIES

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From 1982 to 1985 — as a newly married couple — we lived in the lovely Curzon Road Apartments located on Kasturba Gandhi Marg between Connaught Place (CP) and India Gate in New Delhi.

We cherish fond memories of those delightful days.

Here is a story from our Curzon Road days…

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DOLLY

Short Fiction

Romance Story By Vikram Karve

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This story happened around 40 years ago — in the early 1980’s…

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PART 1

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The Kalka Mail arrived at Old Delhi Railway Station at 8:30 PM.

I hired an autorickshaw — and by the time I reached Curzon Road Apartments — it was almost 9:30 PM.

I ordered Butter Chicken and Naan from Banjara Restaurant (to be delivered home)

And then — I went up to my tiny one room flat on the 7th Floor.

(Yes — it was a small one room flat — a kitchenette at the entrance — just one all-in-one room with a rather smallish double-bed — a small balcony — and a bathroom)

I opened my flat — went inside — switched on the geyser — and changed into my comfortable Lungi — my favourite home dress.

I switched on the TV — poured a drink of Rum-Pani (Rum and Water) — and I waited for my food to arrive.

The doorbell rang.

My food had arrived.

The Butter Chicken was piping hot and the Naan were soft and fresh.

I dunked a piece of Naan in the Butter Chicken Gravy — put it on my tongue — and closed my eyes.

It was delicious.

I was savouring the lovely taste of the spicy Butter Chicken with the soft Naan — when suddenly — the doorbell rang — breaking my delicious trance.

I wondered who it was — it was almost 10 o’clock at night.

I got up — I walked to the door — and — I looked through the keyhole.

It was a man — a stranger.

“Who is this…?” I asked, in a loud voice.

“Your new neighbour…” the voice on the other side of the door said.

I opened the door.

It was a young man — fair and handsome.

“Yes…?” I said to him.

“I am your new neighbour…” he said — and he told me his name.

I introduced myself — and I said to him: “I have just come back from Calcutta…”

(Those days — in the early 1980’s — Kolkata was called Calcutta)

“I know…” he said, “you are in the Navy. You had gone to Calcutta to drop your wife for her delivery…”

“Yes…” I said, “but how do you know all this…?”

“We found out from the other neighbours…” he said, “we just moved in last week — we — my wife and I — we are newly married…”

“Oh. That’s good…” I said — wondering why he was visiting me so late at night.

“I want to ask you a small favour…” he said.

“Favour…?” I said, curious.

“Can I sleep with you tonight…?” he asked.

“What…?” I said — confused.

“I mean — your wife is not here — you are all alone — so — can I sleep with you…?” he said.

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I was scandalized when I heard his words.

What the hell did me mean by saying: “can I sleep with you…?”

Was he propositioning me…?

Just imagine — it was appalling — this disgusting pussy boy — ringing a stranger’s doorbell — and making indecent proposals.

And — he was newly married…!!!

It was unbelievable.

He was meeting me for the first time — he knew that there was just one smallish double-bed in these flats — and — he was making this brazen overture:

“Your wife is not here — you are all alone — can I sleep with you tonight…?”

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I thought about his words:

“Your wife is not here — you are all alone — can I sleep with you tonight…?”

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Was he making an “indecent proposal” to me…?

Bloody Nonsense…!!!

It was outrageous.

Who the hell did he think I was…?

A Bloody “Queer”…?”

I decided to make things clear to him then and there.

I looked at him with a ferocious stare and spoke to him in a strong tone.

“Now you listen to me…” I said to him in a firm voice, “it seems you have got the wrong impression. I may be in the Navy — but I am not a bloody bum-bandit — and nor am I a frigging peg-boy — do you understand…? Now — you just get out of here — just bugger off…”

“Please…” he pleaded, “it is cold outside…”

“So — you go and sleep with your wife…” I said.

“She is sleeping with Dolly…” he said.

“What…?” I said — bewildered.

“Dolly is in bed with my wife…” he said.

It was a bizarre situation.

They were a newly married couple.

Wife was in bed with Dolly — pussy bumping — in flagrante delicto.

And — husband was trying to get into bed with me.

Astounding depravity — as “queer” as it can get.

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Well — Dear Reader — I am a simple straightforward married man — a “puritan” in thoughts and deeds.

There was no question of getting entangled with such perverted degenerates.

It could be dangerous — very dangerous — and most immoral.

I looked sternly at the “fair and handsome” man in front of me.

“Please — you are all alone…” he pleaded with me, in a beseeching voice.

“You bloody filthy faggot — you want me to sleep with you in lieu of my wife…?” I shouted at him, “You just get out of here immediately — and don’t ring my bell again…”

And — I angrily slammed the door in his face.

Later — as I lay in bed — my imagination ran wild — as — in my mind’s eye — I fantasized — trying to “visualise” erotic scenes of passionate sapphic lovemaking — being performed on the other side of the wall — in the neighbouring flat.

And so — I drifted into a pleasurable sleep.

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PART 2

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Next morning — I woke up at 6 AM.

I got ready for my morning jog.

I opened the door slowly.

I was dreading to see my pansy neighbour sitting outside.

But — he wasn’t there — and — I didn’t see him in the corridor either.

He must have gone into his own house at night — to join Dolly and his wife.

Maybe — they were enjoying a “threesome” inside — AC/DC — a “ménage à trois”.

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Soon — I was jogging on India Gate Lawns.

After my jog — I stopped at my favourite place — to do some exercises.

I heard a feminine voice call out my name.

I turned in the direction of the voice.

As she walked towards me — first — I admired her lovely figure — and then — when she came close and stood in front of me — I focussed on her face.

She was an exquisite beauty — nubile — fair complexion — her sharp features accentuated by the rays of the morning sun — her nose slightly turned up, so slender and translucent, as though accustomed to smelling nothing but perfumes.

I looked at her — mesmerized — I had never seen a woman who was so beautiful, so virginal, so alluring.

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“Good Morning…” she said, shaking me out of my trance.

“Good Morning…” I said.

“I am your new neighbour…” she said.

“Oh…” I said.

“You haven’t recognised me — but — I have seen you swimming in the club…” she said.

“Yes — I was a regular swimmer — before I got married…” I said.

“We all admired your butterfly stroke…” she said, “in fact — we had a crush on you — so we found out everything about you…”.

“Oh — really…? I said.

“Yes — I was in college then — I got married just last month…” she said.

“Oh…” I said, “I am sorry about your husband. I spoke quite rudely to him — and I didn’t let him inside. He must have been shivering outside in the cold all night…”

“It’s okay…” she said, “he is inside now — in a warm bed…”

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As her words sunk in — my imagination was aroused.

So now — he was in bed with Dolly….!!!

At night — she and Dolly…!!!

And now — he and Dolly…!!!

It was astounding — this was truly a “broadminded” swinging couple…!!!

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“So — your husband is in bed with Dolly…?” I asked her.

“No. No. My husband doesn’t like Dolly…” she said, “so I brought Dolly along with me…”

“Oh…” I said.

I looked around — trying to locate Dolly.

I was quite curious how she looked.

Did she look “femme”…?

Or — did she look “butch”…?

As my eyes panned around — searching for Dolly — I heard my beautiful neighbour’s sexy voice.

“She must be playing behind the bushes…” my lovely neighbour said.

Dolly — “playing” behind the bushes — “ménage à moi”…?

My train of thoughts was going berserk again.

Suddenly — my beautiful neighbour called out:

“Dolly, Dolly, Dolly — come…”

And — a black Doberman dog came running out of the bushes towards my lovely neighbour.

I do not have words to express the bizarre emotion I felt — surprise — shock — disappointment — or — laughing inside at myself…!!!

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“So — Dolly is a Dog…?” I asked my gorgeous neighbour.

“Yes. What did you think…?” she asked — with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“Nothing. Nothing…” I said.

“We’ve had Dolly for many years — she is our pet dog. Now — after I got married a few days ago — Dolly lives with my parents. My parents had to rush abroad to the US last evening since my uncle had a sudden heart attack and died. So — they left Dolly with me. And — my husband is terrified of dogs…” she said.

“She looks quite ferocious…” I said — looking at Dolly — the Doberman dog.

“Once she gets to know you — Dolly is very friendly and affectionate…” my lovely neighbour said.

“Then — why is your husband so frightened of her…?” I asked.

“He told me that he was attacked and severely bitten by a dog when he was a young boy — and so — after that traumatic incident — he is terrified of dogs…” she said.

“Oh…” I said, “I didn’t know all this. If your husband is so scared of Dolly — till your parents come back and take Dolly with them — your husband can stay with me in my flat it he wants…”

“Thank you…” she said — giving me a sweet smile.

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But that didn’t happen.

Surprisingly — the Doberman Dolly took a liking to me — and — I started liking her too.

So — Dolly would spend the nights with me in my flat — while my newly married neighbours enjoyed their richly deserved conjugal delights in their “matrimonial” bed.

And — in the mornings — Dolly (the Doberman dog) — and the lovely lady (my beautiful neighbour) — and Me — the three of us — we would all go jogging on India Gate Lawns — and sometimes — in the evenings too — to jog, exercise and play.

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One morning — as I was sitting in my office — my father-in-law called from Calcutta — a “Trunk Call”.

I was quite anxious — but — my father-in-law assured me that all was well.

Since the delivery date was approaching — my wife wanted to speak to me — that’s all.

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(Remember — Dear Reader — in the early 1980’s — there were no mobile phones — no internet — no emails — only landline telephones — and — junior officers like me did not get residential phones — so — we had to speak on the office phone — and — since a “trunk call” was quite expensive — we wrote letters to each other)

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“What’s happening…?” my wife asked me over the phone.

“All is well…” I said.

“Yes. I heard so…” my wife said, “you have been seen frolicking around India Gate Lawns…”

“Frolicking…? What are you saying…? ” I said to my wife.

“I get all the news…” she said.

“You get all the news…? Is it that bitchy friend of yours who lives on the 6th floor…?” I asked.

“Is it true or not…? You just tell me. I hope your are not trying some hanky-panky in my absence…” my wife said.

“It’s a dog — our new neighbour’s dog — Dolly…” I said.

“I am not talking about the dog — I am talking about the lovely “owner” of the dog — the lady with the dog. You better be careful. I will be “watching” from here…” my wife said menacingly — and she put down the phone.

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VIKRAM KARVE

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Link to my original blog post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve:https://karvediat.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-queer-couple.html

Unfinished Version of this Story posted in my blogs earlier at urls: https://karvediat.blogspot.com/2019/12/unfinished-story-queer-couple.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/12/18/the-queer-couple-a-story/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2019/12/14/unfinished-story-2/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/01/04/18216/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/04/16/dolly-a-romance/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/08/29/curzon-road-memories-dolly/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2022/01/13/dolly-romance-story/ etc

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