Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 10

Haqnawaz sensed he had the possibility of revenge sooner than expected. A group of spies he had insinuated at Payal's family home advised that while she was totally protected, her parents were often relatively unsecure when they traveled to Lahore for her mother's medical appointments. A schedule of her appointment dates provided many options over the coming weeks.

Payal had just finished writing a piece on rural governance for the news magazine when she heard an incessant knock on her door. She was surprised to see Payal's young sister, who was in a rush to say something. The news was earth shattering. There was to be an attack on the vehicle her parents were traveling in.

"I found out because a new servant here is actually working for Haqnawaz," Ruqaiya hurriedly gave out the information she had discovered by chance. While using one of the half a dozen attached outhouses, dedicated to the staff, she had overheard a couple of the new arrivals discuss plans to waylay Payal's parents. Unfortunately by the time she had reached Payal, just a few minutes later, the parents had already left.

Calling the police, someone in the government or even Shahnawaz in Malaysia would not have had any effect in time. Somehow Payal remembered she had met a gentleman on her trip to Turkey some years earlier, named Amos, who was associated with the US Embassy. Lucky for her, Amos was actually still in Islamabad. Amos took the information at face value, asked about the route to be taken and the doctors to be seen. He did not promise much, but ensured Payal that he would make every effort to see that her parents were safe.

Six hours later, Haqnawaz found himself being taken into custody by the anti-terrorism force, given that those involved in his arrest had no faith in the local police. He had been in high spirits, having earlier been advised by a henchman that the task had successfully been completed. He was so looking forward to seeing Payal crushed by his revenge. But now things appeared to have spiralled out of control.

His plan may have succeeded if the ambush that was being prepared had been carried out as the target approached Lahore. Being late at the scene meant that they had to wait for Payal's parents to return after the doctor's appointment, which wasted many hours. When the target vehicles were finally spotted and blocked with the use of a truck and other barriers, the assassins were surprised that the persons inside began firing with deadly accuracy. When a half dozen of the intended attackers went down, the remaining few dropped their weapons and surrendered. One was the driver that usually took Haqnawaz around and this person was forced to make the false call to suggest all was well.

Haqnawaz could not believe what had happened when heavily armed personnel broke into the haveli and took him into custody. The US Embassy had immediately connected with the Army and the Anti-Terrorism force and thanks to the missed first opportunity a unit had managed to intercept her parents just as they finished the visit to the doctor in Lahore. Just to ensure that there would be no reprisals or kooky attacks at their homes by friends or supporters of Haqnawaz, the parents were temporarily taken to a major hotel in Islamabad. Payal and her kids were also moved there for the time being. In addition, Ruqaiya, who had been the whistle blower was also brought over for her safety and to tend to Payal's immediate family and was happily roomed with her kids.

Payal had already talked to Shahnawaz who was heading back in a hurry. Another call had come in from Mike who assured her that the US Embassy would help her family should any issues arise. Naziran also got the news through a TV broadcast and though still married to Haqnawaz, conveyed her satisfaction at the safety of the family and the arrest of her husband. She had also learned that her sister was the reason that Payal's parents were safe and was very glad she had correctly sent her to their house when the siblings had shown up on her doorstep.

"I am so very grateful," Payal was in tears as she thanked Amos in person for his intervention and help. He had come up to her room to talk things over in person and in private.

"No need for that, any red-blooded gentleman would have done the same," he gallantly deflected the appreciation.

"I have no idea how I can thank you," Payal replied, ready at the moment to do anything he asked including spreading out naked and letting him fuck her to his heart's desire in whichever orifice he preferred. She had dressed up in a very fashionable saree, knew that she oozed sensuality, and imagined that this would be fair reward for his help.

Not getting a verbal answer, Payal moved close to Amos, put her arms around his neck and joined her lips to his for a deep kiss. Amos grabbed around her bare waist with one arm and pressed her inwards. The other hand caressed her ass, thigh and then a breast. Finding that Payal did not stop him, his hand loosened the clasp at the back of her blouse, letting the piece drop on one side and allowing him contact with her boob directly. Payal now waited for him to start undressing and fucking her in earnest. But after an extended moment with their mouths together and tongues intertwining, while his hand massaged her breast, Amos slowly pushed her back.

"That was nice and I truly appreciate your thanks," Amos held Payal at arm's length with her right breast uncovered and visible, "it's just that Mike and family are quite close to me."

Payal was not surprised that Amos had placed friendship over carnal pleasure, but she was also somewhat taken aback that he had turned her down. As she fixed her blouse to cover up, she wondered if she was losing her looks or if Amos was gay. Neither of the two possibilities appeared to apply as he was certainly sporting an uncomfortable erection in his pants.

"Please don't get me wrong, you are exceedingly desirable and I hate to turn down such a generous offer," he continued, "but given how close you are to Mike I feel this would be inappropriate."

"I understand," was all Payal could muster, now realizing that Amos knew her relationship with Mike was not at all platonic, "but is there any other way I could express my gratitude."

"I hate to be so forward, but I am only in town for a few more days and I am wondering if I can ask the young lady who broke the news to you out for dinner," Amos responded, "she clearly does not have your looks or class, but I think she is very attractive and it would also give me an opportunity to practice my Urdu and Punjabi!"

VII

"I don't think you should imagine things are fixed," Payal warned Shahnawaz, "your brother is a dangerous man even if he has been sentenced to a ten year jail term.

"Sweetheart, he has continued to play the political patronage game and once again he has lost," Shahnawaz was smug about things, "I doubt he can wiggle out of this one."

Word of the planned assassination, the arrest and the involvement of Naziran's sister had all become common news. Naziran had remained in England as the film shooting had been extended by a couple of weeks and she had also done some interviews for a number of magazines. Payal and Shahnawaz's extended families waited to hear what would happen next. The intense media attention, however, had given Payal and Shahnawaz a reason to take a trip to the Seychelles.

Lying on the rocky ground, just above where the waves were crashing onto the shore, Payal was providing good reason for Shahnawaz to be aroused. She was not wearing a bikini, but was rather overdressed compared to prior occasions at beach locations. She lay back, letting him catch soak in the scenery that his lovely wife had enhanced. Payal's was wearing a multi-coloured short skirt over a light blue swimsuit. Her long and shapely legs were bare except for a fashionable set of designer clogs. As experienced elsewhere, she had turned heads and certainly become the object of desire for many who were unable to possess her.

They had found a relatively uninhabited place, which was not so difficult to do as the islands had scores of nooks and crannies, each having an unforgettable vista. Not so far from the shore an immense rock jutted out from the ocean, creating an eddy in the water nearby.

"So what do you think will be the verdict?" Payal probed.

"To be frank, the normal court should have easily found him guilty, but somehow he has managed to get it moved to a Shariah Court," Shahnawaz replied.

Those courts were relatively new inventions, designed by Zia-ul-Haq and his religious party cronies to beat down any opposition from anti-mullah elements, notably women, educated folk and liberals. Haqnawaz had petitioned his case be moved from an anti-terrorism court since he was a Muslim and deserved such justice. The ruling party, to which he belonged, had pulled strings to have the trial moved.

Payal pulled a bottle of pop from a small cooler she was carrying and took a swig from it. Though the temperature was a balmy 75 degrees, the sun shone brightly and she was thirsty. As she did so an errant line of soda ran down her chin to her breasts, prompting Shahnawaz to cuddle up and lick the liquid off her body. His mouth kept rising up till their lips were locked passionately. One hand caressed Payal's left leg from ankle to thigh, then ended up resting on her crotch.

"You know we are in a wide open space," she reminded him, "and there are people about."

"That's true," he agreed, "but almost all of them are closer to the water and at a distance from us."

With that he spread her legs, came atop and pushed down, starting another long kiss. Payal worked her fingers to move aside the bottom of the swimsuit a bit, so he could access her cunt. Shahnawaz released his cock through one side of his trunks and entered her after a bit of intricate lining up of their unclothed parts. The edge of her swimsuit rubbed up against his cock as he pushed in and out, increasing the friction on his tool. At the same time the eroticism of the moment was heightened by the fact that they were fucking out in the open, in complete view of anyone who would care to take a slightly longer than average look at them.

Soon as his cock had entered her cunt, neither Payal nor Shahnzwaz gave a damn about anybody else showing an interest in their coupling. To the best of their knowledge there was no edict prohibiting their public display of affection and indeed they had seen many other folks nude, topless and in the process of kissing or more during their stay on the island.

"Stay in me," Payal whispered into his ear right after he had delivered his load into her. Shahnawaz allowed her to come atop, still connected by their nether regions. Slowly, yet deliberately, she began to raise and lower herself on his regenerated appendage. The throaty moan that finally emanated from him just as he came a second time could be heard by those as far as fifty feet away. This time Payal disengaged by standing up and fixed her swimsuit to cover her cunt. Shahnawaz also put his penis back under wraps.

"You are a very lucky guy, she is absolutely gorgeous," an older couple had come right up to them just as they had finished rearranging their clothing, "and boy did you give us some great memories of things we did on our own honeymoon!"

Shahnawaz turned a healthy shade of red knowing that they had been watched while coupling. Payal, meanwhile, could not suppress a serious bout of giggling. The 50-ish couple joined in the laughter and soon Shahnawaz was involved in the banter.

"We're not on our honeymoon," Payal corrected their impression, "we've been married for nearly twenty years!"

"And you can still fuck like rabbits!" the lady remarked, obviously impressed. Now it was Payal's turn to turn pink.

"To be frank if I had a missus as pretty as this young lady, I'd be a rabbit too," the gentleman interjected, getting an elbow in the gut from his wife.

"Sorry we did not mean to pry or be rude," the lady continued, "but it is so refreshing to see a couple still truly in love despite so many years of marriage."

Marjorie and Brian Huntington-Jones turned out to be senior bureaucrats in the British Civil Service, who were taking a semi-annual holiday. Brian, while shorter than Shahnawaz, appeared to have the build of a soldier, and indeed had been a Commando in his earlier life prior to becoming part of the Home Ministry. Marjorie had initially been a paralegal and had risen within the Law Ministry. The one thing that both Shahnawaz and Payal noticed was that they were both rather good looking for their age.

Unsurprisingly, given that both couples were in a foreign land, a friendship developed quickly and with ease. In addition, things were helped by the fact that Shahnawaz and Marjorie got involved in a serious discussion on Shariah Law relative to the British codes that Pakistan had inherited. Payal and Brian also found common ground on policy relating to gender inequalities in Britain and Pakistan. Things were aided further by the fact that the hotels the two couples were staying at were located less than 200 yards from each other and shared a beach and many other facilities.

A significant consumption of wine and other drinks reduced inhibitions by the time dinner was done. The Huntington-Joneses had graciously invited Payal and Shahnawaz to join them for a fantastic seafood feast that had already lasted for three hours. Payal picked up on two undercurrents throughout the evening. Firstly, Brian could not help keep his eyes off her. It was not his fault as she had dressed very alluringly, with a white chemise thin enough to show white lingerie underneath. The chemise reached down just a bit further than a miniskirt and showed off her legs and much of her thighs. A couple of times, Brian had dropped his hand to squeeze her legs as a joke or a point was made. To be frank, Shahnawaz had also taken one look at the dress, when they had returned to their room to change in the early evening, pushed her down on the bed and forced himself into her pussy from behind. Payal had decided to forego a shower as she had already completed her make-up and still carried whatever odor of recent sexual activity that her perfume was unable to mask.

The second observation was that Marjorie was quite handsy with Shahnawaz as they continued their legal discourse, frequently touching some part of his body, getting no objection from him. She had a smashing figure and also none of the furrows and loose skin that would identify her as being at least ten years older than Shahnawaz. Payal sensed that Marjorie could easily pass for someone much younger. Shahnawaz was totally engrossed in the discussion and in Marjorie and oblivious to Payal and Brian's topic.

"The water here is so nice to swim in," Brian mentioned.

"Actually the beach here is a bit too rocky and the water too cold for my liking," Payal replied.

"So you haven't been to the cove with the warmer water?"

Payal obviously had not been to such a place. Given the somewhat cooler weather on these beaches compared to Dubai or Malaysia, she had not been able to try out her selection of swimsuits. It did not take long for Brian to convince her to leave Shahnawaz and Marjorie to their discussion, and to walk over to the location with him. Shahnawaz gave a quick nod of approval as did Marjorie.

"Wait just a moment," Brian stopped her just as they exited the patio area and reached the sandy beach, "your footwear is not suitable to be worn here.

With that he bent down, lifted her left leg and removed the high-heeled shoe she had worn in the expectation that a trip to a club or disco would be forthcoming. In another moment, he repeated the action and bared her right foot too. He pulled out a small plastic pouch from his pockets, dropped the shoes inside and slung the sac over his shoulders.

The walk was not as short as Brian had indicated, but by and by Payal was at a pretty looking cove, which did not seem particularly deep. Indeed as Brian had told her, she felt that the water was warmer than at the hotel beach when she waded in to about her knees. Apparently this had something to do both with ocean currents and with some underground fissure activity. The night was moonlit but the place was deserted.

"Go ahead and jump in, "Brian suggested.

"I'd love to but am not really dressed for a swim," Payal protested.

"But you are wearing what looks like a bikini to me underneath your blouse," Brian reminded her, while concurrently removing his own shirt to reveal a well-proportioned body. He had been wearing a pair of swim trunks all along.

"Okay, it does look inviting," Payal ventured and placing her chemise with his shirt and things, walked all the way into the water in her bra and panties as far as her toes still felt the ground. The temperature was absolutely gorgeous and she wondered why Shahnawaz had not brought her here in the three days they had already been on the island.

Payal had expected that there would be some contact with Brian while they were in the water, given that he had touched her a few times too many at dinner, but he acted like a true gentleman and stayed a decent distance away. Soon she realized that they had been gone for longer than would have been expected and motioned that they should head back. Brian agreed and got to the shore ahead of her. As she neared the beach and strode out of the water, she noted Brian had a dumbstruck expression on his face. It took a moment or two for her to realize that the white lingerie she was wearing had gone totally transparent and that he was getting a fantastic eyeful of her glorious body. Turning red, she brought an arm across her breasts and put the other hand over her pussy.

"You need to quickly dry off," Brian suggested as she went to retrieve her chemise, "it is somewhat cold outside and you can get real sick if the water evaporates directly from your body."

"But we did not bring a towel."

In an instant, Brian was standing next to her, rubbing her body down with his shirt. In the process he unhooked her bra and also pulled her panties down. Payal, now completely nude, was not sure what to say as he continued to dry her breasts, legs, back and private parts.

"I suggest we leave these garments to dry for a bit," Brian suggested, "the air should do that in a half hour or so." In a moment he had her lingerie hanging in a way to catch the drying breeze. A minute later he was also standing naked having also put his own shirt and trunks out to dry.

"Sorry about that," he apologized, "I should have thought about bringing a towel, but this was such a spur of the moment plan."

Payal had at first tried covering as much of her body as she could with her chemise as the clothes dried out. This was more trouble than help, given the wind and wet sand around and after a while she decided to leave the garment off her body rather than also getting it wet or muddy. As she sat bare naked and cross-legged, she wondered if Marjorie and Shahnawaz had ended their conversation and were now concerned about their absence. By now she had lost the early inhibition of being undressed in Brian's presence and accepted the fact for the time being.

"Are you getting chilly?" Brian asked in a concerned voice when he noticed her shiver suddenly as a wind gust blew their way.

"To be frank it has turned colder than I thought," Payal's teeth began to chatter as she spoke.

Brian sat down right in front of Payal and spread his legs so they were on either side of her. He then grabbed her ankles and pulled her a few inches forward so that their privates came into contact. With a swift motion he lifted her legs over his own, bringing them around his waist and allowing her feet to rest on the ground behind his body. His arms caressed her and he started to massage Payal's back, neck and waist.