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Ek Chapath ki Keemat Tum kya jano Chitnis babu? Asthma is the true Gandhian, one who extends her other cheek when slapped on one. But on this day of Mahatma's birth anniversary, she is truly desirous of her own version of Satyagraha - a one true desire to be Slapped again. Happy Birthday Mahatma!
Asthma's breathless night was spent dreaming about the Dark Master. This time, she had no reason to complain for he had touched her, he had actually touched her...with the palm of his hand, with the five bold muscular fingers, which are indicative of his phallic prowess, he had touched the tender skin of her cheeks, a bit more forceful than he had intended and landed a slap on her. She felt sexy, alive and aroused. For the first time Asthma Kirloskar felt a strange kinship with Anastasia Steele. Why don't they tell you about these things in schools and classes. A strong man's slap can reset the synapses of your amygdala, evoking hidden emotions and sensory associations you never thought possible. Slap can be so sexual and so sexy.
She pined and yearned for him. She tossed and turned and woke up with breathless anticipation. Will he slap me today, will it happen again, can I make him slap me again, can I feel the same ecstasy of slap again, can the slap make it more intense this time, will he, will he not?
She knew a glass widow and power cut were essential foreplay ingredients. She prayed to Bappa that when she goes on her honeymoon, let there be many power cuts, let there be many candles and most of all let there be glass windows and poking nails to tear her clothes. Finally, she prayed that the foreplay end with the strongest slap she ever felt in her entire life. She knew only schlok could give her that kind of slap.
Schlok was mad because it was all giving and giving and NO taking. He gave her the arm squeeze, he broke the window, he invaded her private space, he gave his entire being, and poured his entire life juices into that one slap. And what did she give him in return? Nothing. He could not let history repeat itself. Swathi had Slap-Blocked him and Anjali had made sure of it. He will not tolerate any more Slap-Blocking by anyone. He will demand more from Asthma.
He decides to make it official. She will not be working in the office anymore. She will be working for him, directly under him, over him, around him, beside him but not in the office. She will be reporting to that dark curious basement rich with Slapping paraphernalia. She will be subject to his fetishes, do as he commands and it will all end with glorious, breath taking, life inducing, shattering, spasmodic, nerve tingling, brain deadening ...you guessed it...SLAP!
Arjun
