My Sister and the Tenant

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As we became comfortable with Kartar Singh, my dad started spending more and more time outside. He started socialising, accepted a touring job and would be away most weekends. Kartar Singh’s room had a TV with cable so my sister and I would spend our evenings watching films in his room, on his bed. I would sit in the middle and they would sit on either side while we shared a blanket.

One cold December evening, we were watching a film as was the custom. My father had gone for a tour towards the Southern part of the country and we were alone with Kartar Singh. It had been more than a year since Kartar Singh started living with us. He was family now. My sister was now almost 20 and I had turned 18 merely days before. We treated Kartar Singh as an uncle and he would often talk about how we were exactly like his kids back home. He only visited them every 6 months, so it was no wonder that he was so emotionally attached to us.

So, that evening as we were completely engrossed in the film, Kartar Singh asked me to fetch hot water from the kitchen. I obeyed like a son and left. Since, the kitchen was almost a 5 minute walk and it took me a while to heat the water, I must’ve gone for a good 10 minutes. When I returned, I saw something that shocked me to the core! Kartar Singh ji had grabbed my sister’s beautiful hair and was kissing her soft, white throat. Her lips had broadened into a smile and her mouth was open in a sensual rage. Kartar Singh’s massive hand was reaching her breasts when suddenly they became aware that I was there.

“No, no it’s nothing. You’re fine.” Kartar Singh let go of my sister and pretended that he was checking something.

“Your sister thought there’s a lump in her throat. But she’s fine. Stupid kid!” He said laughing and staring at me.

“Yeah!” My sister replied. Her voice heavy with lust and her hair messed up. Then, she got up and left saying she’ll start preparing dinner. The gush of air that emerged as she left the room resonated with a long sigh.

Even though at 18, boys in India are exposed to pornography and other sexual content, being from a conservative family, I had still retained my innocence. My heart was racing and said that something was happening but my naïve mind trusted Kartar Singh. It trusted my sister who was as conservative as me. I handed the glass of water to him and sat down next to him.

Chapter 2

I almost forgot about that incident and life went on as usual. But it wasn’t long before something happened again. Kartar Singh bought a laptop and we were super excited. In those days, buying a laptop was rare so it was natural that we were so drawn to it.

“Tonight, we will watch an English movie on this. And I will sit in the center so both you and your sister can keep telling me what’s happening. You know how much English I know.”

Kartar Singh hailed from a small village in Punjab. He was a truck driver for most of his life. Although, he was educated but had barely passed high school. He didn’t understand English too well and wasn’t too adept at modern technology either. My sister and I, on the other hand, were educated in a convent school and by that time, my sister was well into the first year of her graduation in literature. Without a surprise, she was topping her college and also won a debate competition. So, that night’s movie night was sort of a celebration.

“Didi, let’s go!” I shouted in my room.

“5 minutes!”

I went into the room to check in on her and what I saw made my jaw drop! She was sitting in front of the mirror and applying kajal to her eyes. She was wearing a black-coloured, silky Patiala Suit and a dark red shade of lipstick, with a red dupatta. There was some make up on her cheeks as well and she let her hair down on one side. Drop-dead gorgeous is an understatement to describe her.

“Didi, we are not going out! We’re gonna watch the film in Kartar Ji’s room. And you’re dressing up as if you’re going on a date.”

“Haha! Shut up!” She blushed and started wearing glass bangles, a mix of red and black.

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