Educating Sangita

Story Navigation
Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12

Sangita didn’t like Ross all that much. It wasn’t solely because she could always feel his eyes undressing her whenever he came round; it was mainly because he was her landlord and therefore an authorative figure. She was frightened of authorative figures; her strict father had been responsible for that and in the end it had driven her away from her home and her family at the age of nineteen.

He was polite, if not a little brusque, as he walked around, inspecting, her bed-sit. It was small; consisting of a lounge, bathroom, kitchenette and bedroom. There were three other bed-sits in the building and there was also a larger kitchen and a utility room for all the occupants to use. It wasn’t exactly ideal but it was her own place; to Sangita it was home and it gave her freedom, she could come and go as she pleased. Like the other occupants, Sangita was a student, and in her first year at art college.

Ross looked up at the ceiling in the corner of the lounge. “No sign of that damp returning” He commented.

Sangita looked up too with a puzzled expression on her face.

“We had some damp here before you moved in but I got the builders to re-slate part of the roof.” He explained.

She felt his eyes upon her again. He made her feel uncomfortable but what she didn’t fully realize was that she was incredibly beautiful. Of Indian origin, she had long black hair with dark sultry eyes. She was also tall and very slim. Sangita could not see what others saw in her. Her parents had belittled her as a child and had made her feel unworthy; but this sort of behaviour was not uncommon in Indian families; boys were of value to the family whereas girls were a burden; fit only for marriage and rearing children.

“Any drafts from the bedroom windows?” He asked her.

Sangita shook her head as he walked passed her into the bedroom. The last time he came round she had had a few pairs of panties drying out on the radiator and they had attracted his attention. This time she had removed them. She noticed him glancing down at the radiator and the look of disappointment on his face. “The new windows are a big improvement I imagine” He said as he stood in front of them.

She said nothing, feeling more uncomfortable. In her culture a woman’s bedroom was private and unless you were married, men were strictly not allowed inside. Ross turned away from the window and looked up at the ceiling. “Everything seems to be okay here.” He commented as he walked past her bed.

Sangita spotted the book lying on her dressing table almost at the same time as he did. She swore under her breath at herself for not putting it away before he arrived. “You like these books as well?” He said picking it up.

Next Page »