All the beautiful daughters of Mara by Ashok Aatreya (beach books .TXT) 📖

representing her state in Basketball and was selected for the national team..she would mostly be seen practicing in the Basketball court of Sophia College for which she was given a special permission, although she was not student of that college .In addition the liberal Principal also allotted single room in girls hostel so that she could practice day and night on the court.She was winner of a national merit scholarship for her past performances.
Anand met her only during some sports event and was impressed by her zeal and one point program, which she decided.her goal of her life.As Basketball only.After that meeting, Anand published her half page interview in the last page highlighting her ambitions and dreams for becoming number one national player..For which she had proved her caliber in several championships meets of her most favorite game.
Unfortunately the very story published about her achievements became her point of adverse return and she was doomed to a serial exploitation of sex-hunters which blinded all ways of her return to normalcy.
It was evening time when Neena was practicing on the Basketball court with two junior girls when suddenly one old and one young person appeared there .The young boy was holding a camera in his hand and the old one was standing behind him near a sport Bike.In the distance closed wing near the girls hostel were visible a peon and watchman sitting on the openings of the gallery taking out their legs in a relaxing mood.The gate keeper perhaps allowed these two persons to enter the premises after some preliminary formal enquiries.
Neena after her short practice of throwing ball in basket from different angles and distances came to relax a bit on the side green bench where her juniors were offering her clean white towel to clear dust and sweat from her face and body.
‘You are miss Neena ?’The Photographer asked her the first normal question..
‘Yaa.I am.’She replied, then stood up and with her stylish jump and about turn , moved back to court ,after instructing one junior girl for right steps for aiming successful throw towards Basket, she came out of the court for continuing talk with the young Camera-man who was waiting for her.
‘Sorry. I had to give some hints for prompt and calculated moves’She told as a professional trainer.
‘You also train your juniours..?’
‘Not exactly, but I do help those who ask me.’
‘The article in the News Paper is very informative. .It beautifully explores your talent and prospects…’
‘Well it’s O.K. What exactly you want from me. Please tell me little early as I have to go for my three kilometer running walk- She wanted to come to the point.
‘Oh then briefly I am a professional Photographer from Jaipur and he is a very senior freelance- Journalist Mr. Patwardhen,who covers internation sports events and personalities for South Asia Sports Weekly .He is here in Ajmer for three days and wanted your Action Photograph of Basketball…’
‘But there is no event going on here, how you can make action Photos..?
‘Madam I was observing you from distance and your very movements tell story of your inner spirit..Your body language is fantastic…and my experience and Swami’s perfect camera- eye will make sky fall on the court only where you are practicing day and nights.It will be natural if we catch you here on the soil…It makes difference…and the type of…’The elder man was not giving her space to think.
‘O.K, you both know your job better. She politely told them…Then immediately the Photographer brought an Album of Photographs of young and old professionals of different Athletics –Meets which he covered just to convince her that he was not fake but true Photo- Journalist…Neena soon got into their fascinating clutch and initially allowed to take her some ‘so called action photographs’ on the court but told them that after seeing the result she would go for further moves.

Sunday morning was more exciting for Neena when her door of the hostel was knocked..Yesterday’s duo brought eye opening photos of her actions the camera angle was beautiful and the compositions of her movements of legs and hands were so perfect that she could not believe her own eye’s. All was spell-bound…It was all so much impressive in enlarge size that she even forgot to tell them to sit although there was only one room chair and small wooden Deevan for sitting. The moment she realized also she told them to sit…!
‘No madam we will not sit now. First of all please tell us, do you likethese photographs-The young Photographer named Swami asked for her reactions..’
‘Oh they are really fantastic and true to the spirit of the game. .’They are un-matched. .At-least I have not come across such a professional Photographer as you are…Can I keep one or two photographs. I can pay for that if you don’t mind..-Neena became very polite and almost submissive before them…
‘Oh madam you are really great…these all photographs are for you only. .but if you like them, 'Please give me one more chance of photography…I want to make you International Sports Star of Basketball…Swami knew the art of flattery.
And then came out the elder man.-‘what ten thousands words can not express is expressed by a single photo…And I know Swami’s deep-rooted passion…He is beyond and beyond. .My work is simply of giving captions to his art. .I hope you will not disagree with me’
‘Sir with regards, I disagree…as without your words and write up my Photographs are like a beautiful woman who is deaf and dumb.’He added these words in praise of his senior.
It so seemed they definitely came here with some hidden agenda…and soon the ‘Agenda’ was open. They exploited her to the best of their advantage.


30/BASKET BEAUTY WITH BLUE EYES

It so happened that on last Friday when his last page story in his news paper on Neena-‘Basket beauty with blue eyes’ was published it was taken warmly by readers but just after two days , Anand got a call from the Principal of Sophia College that the hostel room allotted to Neena was locked for last saturday and there is seemingly no information of her where about. Even her blind father was unaware of her missing from the hostel.
Anand immediately contacted his city reporter and wanted him to dig into the matter seriously. After some suspicion Anand himself investigated the case and got startling facts about the underground sex-racket which was operating in the city for a long time.The result of his investigative report was his follow-up story and sensational column-‘N’ and.his very first dispatch was on the ‘Missing Links of a river bed of flash’.The exposure of Neena’s case created a wave of terror among the civilized society of Ajmer Sarif…
The News-report started with the fact that the persons who met Neena at the Basketball court were no photo-journalist and a freelancer but blackmailers and international gang of blue- film makers. .They were not Patwardhen and Swami but local Ajmeries, named Hasan Chisti and Umesh Punjabi…The Police were behind that notorious gang which was operating in the vicinity of Faee Saagar and running a sex-racket.in a lavish guest house.. .and unfortunately Neena was perhaps the latest victim of the gang.
In last Saturday, Neena was taken to that sex-den which was situated in a beautiful natural surrounding in the name of some exclusive- studio- Photography but the end-product of their continuous Photo-Session came out as a blue film with quick changes in the settings.
The guest house had all amenities .The studio wall was decorated with variety of photographs, but most of them were of nude girls and ladies .In the studio lot of her photographs were taken in different lights and shades with movements of legs hands and head..Then suddenly she was asked to open her kurta and with bare bra and high heel sandal and a very thin under garment she was exposed for a special fashion magaszine for which thirty thousand rupee cash in advance was offered to her…For some bold poses, she was given some soft drink which completely over-ruled her normal behaviour and then with total licence the photograper’s helper roved his hands on different parts of Neena’s body…every inch of muscles and nerves…
On the front another video was in operation with sound-track, commentary and soft music blue and red lights on her nude body were taking her to another planet. All possible actions of bedroom- sex were exposed in the camera as long as she was unaware…
Whole dizzying and delirious range of sexual possibilities…acts of Wild fox ready to bite…and that way they did everything with Neena to develop a blue film on her life.
Anand’s special column “N” was exposing disgrace on the civilized face of the city and he published the detailed story of ‘Basket Beautiful’ by his by line which created a stir from the very first day it appeared on the third page of city edition in the prominent daily Herald in Ajmer, the pilgrimage old city of Muslims, Hindus, Jains, Sikhs, Arya Smaji’s and so many ethnic groups.


31/TWO STRANGE INDIVIDUALS
But to his astonishment, at one night shift when Anand was busy in his news paper office,he encountered two very strange individuals, one was in Burqa, the other fellow- stout Muslim man was in green Pathan suit. They were husband and wife and entered the office at about eleven O’clock. Initially they were not allowed to enter in the office but, when the watchman approached Anand and told him that one Muslim couple was interested to see him and told him that they knew him, Anand allowed them to come.
Anand was busy with Tale-printer. He was cutting news pieces from the roll and arranging them in order for translation… By that time both his so called known persons entered his room and settled before the editor’s desk, waiting for his attention
The man in Pathan suit was rough and tough in his look and the lady in burqa was silent behind her black attire. Anand’s attention was more towards the man who formally said him Aadab Janab (Hello gentleman!)
“Hello” – Anand replied to his aadab and extended his hand for shake-hand. Man on the other-side of the desk accepted his Shake hand, in a very strong and warm grip.
Anand could not make it, who the gentle couple might be and how ‘they’ told the watchman, they knew him…. He was little bit disturbed but did not show slightest sign of impatience or hurry…. Rather he was anxious to know their introduction….
The man introduced himself as Soharab and congratulated him for his column “N” which he told to have read in New Delhi few days back. He also showed his interest for having earlier copies of his write up.
“Well, thank you very much for your interest in my column, but you can only get the earlier publication tomorrow from the office." Anand told Mr. Sohrab but wanted to know from him, how come he is known to him; since his watchman informed him they knew him!
"Mr.Anand we were helpless. Had I not told it to the watchman, perhaps, we would not be able to see you… but now we have come here to have your favour!
“What is my favour? Anand enquired, he wanted to get rid of the couple at the earliest. “I don’t understand what favour I can do to you…” Anand was little bit excited, but kept his voice low.
“We request you to drop the story of Hassan Chisti from your column “N” which may be explosive for all of us”…. Soharb told him- “we may give you any price for that...”
…And before Mr. Soharab completed his sentence, the lady in burqa brought out from her purse two