"Laanat Hai" said Girish, sitting in the Police Jeep.
"Mind your own business, asshole", said Drakaar. He swings the jeep door shut.
"Everyone is looking at you", Girish points out. Drakaar joined Grish's gaze through the Jeeps windshield to confirm people snickering at the street corner.
"So what? They fucked her too. We dwell in the same vicinity. We're practically neighbors, Girish" said Drakaar, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his front pocket.
"That's a quality neighborhood you guys live in. Golf Links needs to watch-the-fuck out". Drakaar lights one up and takes a good, long drag.
He lets the smoke out, with a relaxed exhale. "I am a good man. If Savita didn't have me, her kids won't be in school."
"Oh is that right? You have to come inside her so that her children can go to school. What kind of fucked-up economics course did you take in college?" protested Girish.
"You don't get to judge me, motherfucker. This is who I am. I work my ass off the whole day, and I need a little something to take my mind off things."
"Jerk off, cunt master. Don't take advantage of these people. They don't have anything to give"
"She has a pussy"
"And some dignity, which you are stealing from her everyday"
"Girish, I am not raping her!"
"You are not paying her. You are not her boyfriend. You are a cop, threatening her to shut down her shop if she doesn't suck you off. She probably hates you for fucking her without getting paid. I'm sure as hell that constitutes as some form of rape Drakaar."
"She comes"
"What?" said Girish, a little surprised.
"She comes. Every time"
An awkward silence prevails in a car already filled with the smell of sweat, anger, and shame. Girish had no answer. Drakaar just realised that he has some bragging rights. Girish resumes, a little hush this time. "You made her come?"
"Make-", Dibakar pins his point "Make her come."
Girish raises his eyebrows "You make her come."
"Every time", smiles Drakaar. His cellphone begins to ring, just as Girish sinks back in his seat in disbelief. "Damn. You are one crazy bastard. Anyway, we need to go". "I know", completes Drakaar and answers the phone.
"I had my share of sex today sweetheart. I can't go again", laughs Drakaar. Girish seems to agree with Drakaar's humor - "That's lame."
"Thulle, keep your mouth shut! Did you check the news?"