Gawari Fadina -For the love of women

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Everyday while gorging on Idlies and Sambar in hostel cafeteria Gawari watched how most of the girls trotted around Padma, just being around Padma made them popular and wanted in the social circles. Padma was not only beautiful but also had a lineage which was rare to find in those parts. Padma’s parents were graduate, Padma’s grandparents were graduates, Padma’s great grandparents were graduates.
Gawari hated Padma she thought to herself  “That jinxed black cat wears tight, shortest kameez and all the guys think she is beautiful. And how does it matter if her Ma is educated, my Ma earns more than hers from her many friends just by sitting at home without lifting a finger”
To Gawari’s utter dismay even in her hostel room her roomates discussions were centred around their circle of which Padma was the center. One day one of Gawari’s  roomate was discussing with the other on how good Padma looked in her new chikankari suit which Padma’s dad got from North during one of his tours and the possibility of finding such amazing hand embroidered stuff in any of the local shops.

Gawari hated North-Indians since the day in fourth standard when her schoolmate whose father was in army and posted in Punjab disagreed with Gawari’s claim of being the fairest girl in whole India and that too without resorting to use “Fair & Lovely”. Uma disclaimed Gawari’s claim with her own conjured statistics that 80% of the women in Punjab were 80% more fairer than Gawari.  Gawari was devastated by such hearsay, she vowed to take down every North-Indian till she was alive. As time flew by her vow became more and more inclusive and engulfed Malayalis, Brahmins, Hyderabadis, Kannads, Marathis, Caucasians etc. in total there were 45 races and 25 Indian castes that fell under the aegis of her vow.

Gawari interrupted her roommates with a snort “There is nothing good in North, have you seen any of those north-Indian sluts? Don’t you understand Padma is going down the dirty drain, she has started wearing jeans like those north-Indians, ai-aiyoo what a shame.” Gawari slammed her forehead thrice with her right hand and rolled her eys.
“Padma is not beautiful she just has a voluptous figure like the whores and guys just want to squeeze and suck her boobs. Thats why they flock around her”.

Hemalatha considered herself Padma’s close friend and she was hurt by Gawari’s remarks “In that case there should be more number of guys following you but we dont see any” retorted Hemalatha

Gawari was quick to snap “Guys don’t flock around good traditional girls for wrong reasons okay. They know who they can score easily with and they follow such whores only. I always wear  traditional Andhra dresses completely covering every inch of my body. And all the guys secretly desire me, would die to get one look from me but they want to marry me not to have a fling like they’ll have with Padma. And you’ll see once they get a job their parents will beg my parents for my hand in marriage. Have you seen anyone as fair as me across 500 miles and yet you think guys want Padma? Anyone who hangs around me is respected and all the girls who hang around Padma are known to be easy tease in boy’s hostel”.

“Padma doesnt wear tight dresses, she wears well-fitting dresses and unlike you she wears a bra underneath it”  Hemalatha uttered in disgust
“Aiyoo didn’t anyone tell you, good girls don’t wear bra. Bra is a western concept, bra doesn’t fall under any category of Telegu or for that fact Indian traditional dresses. What do you call a bra in Telegu or any of the Indian languages? Saaayeee, do we have a Telegu word for it?” After Naga’s sudden disappearance Gawari’s trick to get noticed somehow failed on others except the girl’s hostel watchman, she was growing desperate for more action and when Hemalatha alluded to the size of her assets and undergarments something stirred in Gawari.
“I come from a village okay, we only follow our culture there okay, I know herbal remedies and chants which can be used to make one more voluptuous, I can help you if you want dear. I can help you get boobs as big as a ripe Papaya much bigger than Padma’s” Gawari spoke with a combination of innocence and conviction to Hemlatha
“You are kidding” both Hemalatha and Hemabindu announced in unision
“A girl needs to prepare herself to nourish her kids you know, my Amma always says that. You will not see a single flat chested woman in my family. And whatever they say nowadays its not about one’s genes okay. Why my grandma is flat-chested but my Amma is not. My Amma worked hard on her body to develop it, to nourish us and to keep her husband happy. That’s the only goal of traditional housewives and you should always keep that in mind. Only in that lies a woman’s real success i.e. to nourish her husband and his family.”

Hemalatha and Lavanya’s interest suddenly piqued, they never really liked Gawari, there was something strange about her face and demeanour but something very binding about her figure if you could completely ignore her face. Both privately cursed God for wasting such a blessing on Gawari, if only they were proud owners of 36Es that would have gone so damn well with their innocent faces.

“Come on close the door I’ll teach you how to prepare yourselves for your future. How you can become more attractive than Padma and in the respectful traditional way”; With that Gawari invited Hemalatha and Lavanya for her first threesome and their one time experience.

Lavanya locked the latch. Hemalatha switched off the lights, so that others in hostel don’t disturb them in the act.

“Switch on the lights dear, I want to see you in full light and come near me darling” Gawari demanded.

Hemalatha switched on the lights and stepped up to Gawari. As Hemalatha and Lavanya stood face to face with Gawari and looked in her eyes a shadow slowly started engulfing their senses. Both of them stood as in trance. Their only goal in life now was to satisfy their mistress in every way possible. Their only goal in life now was to see that their mistress is not enraged the slightest. Their only goal in life now was to do exactly what their mistress Gawari Fadina asked of them….

 

Escapades of Gawari Fadina- The begining

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In a society obsessed with fair skinned women Gawari Fadina was blessed. When Gawari Fadina was born her Ma thanked all the Goddess for sending her the perfect traditional whore she can now raise.

In her happiness Fakshmi stroked Gawari’s hair , there there you must not cry, when you cry your eyes turn a strange shade of grey, I was born dark as coal and could only entice a handful of masons and cooks. But you my love are the sunshine at night, I’ll teach you the tricks my dear; All the tricks of the trade I have learnt and you will shine, you dont even have to try very hard Gawari. Men will just fall on your feet like ripe mangoes in a violent storm.

Fakshmi reminded Gawari every morning, noon and night least Gawari forgets even for a moment that no one across 500 miles was born with such light brown skin. Gawari you are a boon not only to your starved family but to your entire community. And Fakshmi repeated it whenever Gawari’s eyes had a slight tinge of grey in them.

Gawari’s dad had sex with his wife five times a day. That was his way of assuring his wife that even though she was dark as the darkest night she was still very attractive to him. But copulating five times a day took its toll and the poor man couldn’t manage his business. Fakshmi intensified her encounters with strange men to cater for her family.
And slowly as time flew Gawari’s dad stayed at home to assure his wife.

Gawari had a brother and sister both older than her but they didnt have the same color of skin like her. Fakshmi neglected them both, she sent the elder daughter to her aunt’s and the son to her siter’s.

Fakshmi was rejected by many before being married to a good looking fair skinned Man after her Father paid that lazy man all dowry that he desired. And it was Fakshmi’s revenge against entire mankind to raise Gawari to be the ultimate Whore who one and all will desire, Gawari was her mother’s salvation.

As Gawari Fadina reached puberty her boobs expanded like helium Balloons, she stood infront of the mirror stark naked and as she admired her bosom she pondered upon what not men would do to touch and squeeze those huge soft mounds, to lick and suck her cherry ripe nipples, to twist  and turn them.