Shruti Chopra's Blog

Ravi(servant)came running, gave his index for Samira(8 years old) to hold and took her inside Shalini’s room. He took out the books and colours and gave it to her. She held the books and sat down on the carpet. Ravi sat down across her and took out one colour for her. She looked at the clown and began colouring his nose with a red crayon.
Ravi touched Samira’s neck and smiled at her. She took out yellow colour and colored his nose. Ravi brought his hand on her chest and dragged further down.
“Which colour should be his shoes?” she asked Ravi. He dragged his left hand on her thighs and stretched his right hand towards his own erection.
“Which colour should be his shoes?” she asked again.
Ravi lifted her frock and touched her vagina.
“Which colour should be his shoes?” Samira screamed at the top of her voice as Ravi pressed her vagina hard with his palm.
Samira’s face had gone pale by the time Anita(mother) and Shalini came running in.
“It’s ok Samira bitiya, you can colour his shoes brown.” And he took out brown colour and smiled at Samira.
Ravi flashed a smile to Anita, “she is stuck with brown colour. Kids!” He said sheepishly.
Anita smiled back and turned around to finish her tea that she had left mid-way.