Kink Star

By TSV Raghavan

Sadhana is a beautiful young girl born to two opposites –a saintly mother and a materialistic father.Thanks to her parents’ self-centered indifference towards their only child, Sadhana becomes wayward and precocious.Then one day she is confronted by a sadistic teacher called Damayanthi who catches her off guard and gives her a treatment that develops a devious kink in the beautiful young girl.Years later Sadhana, now a school dropout, gets an opportunity to apply the same kink to her advantage. She uses it to become the most loved and admired actress in tinsel town, with a new identity and name – Anamika.Hailed as an epitome of womanhood, Anamika cruises to the top in her profession and achieves superstardom. And then her past catches up with her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Notion Press
• Release date: Aug 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9789384381721

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KINKSTAR

TSV Raghavan

Notion Press

5 Muthu Kalathy Street, Triplicane,

Chennai - 600 005

First Published by Notion Press 2014

Copyright © TSV Raghavan 2014

All Rights Reserved.

ISBN: 978-93-84381-72-1

This book has been published in good faith that the work of the author is original. All efforts have been taken to make the material error-free. However, the author and the publisher disclaim the responsibility.

No part of this book may be used, reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual person living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication

To Family and Friends

Acknowledgements

I would like to acknowledge the management and staff of Notion Press who’ve aided in the creation of this book, Mr. Naveen Valsakumar, Ms. Yamini Shekar, Ms. Prithvee Ravi, Mrs. Gnanasoundari and Mr. Francis Bomban.

BY

TSV Raghavan

Sadhana rubbed her hips gently and turned her beautiful head around. There was no one in sight. She was alone in the room. Then why did she feel that she was about to receive a well deserved hiding? Was it because a moment back Sadhana had received the news from a friend that she had plucked her twelfth standard board exam the second time?

Not that it bothered her one bit. She expected this. Not even divine intervention could have got her pass marks. She knew that even miracles were supported by logic. Pretty little Sadhana knew a lot.

Sadhana was a brat and she knew it. She was beautiful and she knew that too. But memory of an old incident kept haunting her and every time she got some news about her academic laurels, her soft beautiful hands automatically reached her hindquarters.

Sadhana could have done well in any walk of life. She had all that it takes to be successful, stunning good looks, reasonable intelligence and a maturity that was far above her age. But it was her upbringing that had made the lovely lass wayward.

Sadhana was born to two opposites. Her father Ravi was a crook, forever out on mysterious trips to make money. He did not even care that he had a wife and a daughter who needed his attention. Sadhana suspected that he was indulging in all sorts of nefarious activities and that some of his trips included stretches in the ‘Government guest house’. She also suspected that her mother Sudha was an epitome of saintliness because of her father’s deeds. The poor lady was, forever in the pooja room at home or in some temple praying for deliverance.

Sadhana’s earliest memories were of Sudha sitting on a stool at the door, waiting well into the night for her father to return home. Many a time he didn’t. Next day she would watch Sudha weeping softly and mumbling something. Sadhana grew up hating her father and pitying her mother.

Life made Sadhana a woman at an early age. She identified with people older than her, and considered her classmates as kids. Their company bored her. This could have been one of the reasons for her not being academically inclined. Whenever she saw her more studious classmates trying to impress the teachers with their marks, their homework and their behavior she got more and more contemptuous of peer pressure.

Sadhana was different and was proud of being so.

When Sadhana was twelve years old, her father Ravi hit big time. What he did and how he did it, she couldn’t deduce but he came into a considerable amount of cash and wealth. He began coming home more often. Not only that, he also opened an office in the town. He was into real estate. At least that is what he said. Sadhana never went to his office. Ravi did not encourage her or Sudha to visit him at his work place.

He however compensated for this by putting a large amount into Sudha’s bank account. And he got Sadhana admitted to a public school- probably hoping that his daughter (who he hardly knew anyway) would come out with flying colors. She did, but not in the way one could expect from a girl on the threshold of teenage.

Many things happen in schools. Depending upon his or her individual nature a child comes across new opportunities, and ideas. Studious children study, sports enthusiasts test their talents, children interested in cultural activities shine in their chosen field.

Sadhana was interested in none of these things. Instead she liked to gossip. She was a glib talker and soon made friends with girls who were senior to her. Amazingly observant, she could sense the various scandals making the rounds in the school. Instead of becoming a tale bearer to earn a good name with the teachers, she chose to be an accomplice in those cloak and dagger activities. When Sadhana joined the School, it was full of hot blooded teenagers and, love affairs and romantic escapades were rampant. Within months she was neck deep into conspiracies. Starting initially as a courier of love letters, she soon graduated into indulging in such activities herself.

One of the romantic pairs was that of a good looking boy in his twelfth standard and a stunner in her tenth. The students of both classes knew about it but were tight lipped in support of the love birds. Sadhana who was in the ninth standard, was playing cupid between the two. Not even the most curious could guess this strange arrangement.

The Vice Principal of the school was a lady called Damayanthi. She was a very strict no nonsense woman who did not hesitate to use the rod when necessary to keep the students straight. Those days corporal disciplining was not labeled as child abuse. But still many a complaint had been received by the management against her sadistic treatment of children. However except for a few warnings the principal had done nothing about it.

At thirteen, Sadhana looked dazzling. The Juliet of the pair suspected that, if she herself weren’t ethereal in her looks, her Romeo would have ditched her for Sadhana. The girl however retained Sadhana as her post woman, all the time wondering about how to get rid of her.

And then fate intervened.

One evening the Romeo gave Sadhana a message for his lover. As it was already late Sadhana decided to give it to the girl the next day. It turned out to be a Saturday. And Saturdays were holidays.

Tenth and Twelfth are board exams. Teachers take special classes for the students to help them in their preparation. Sadhana escaped from the house under the pretext that she too had a special class. Not that her mother was bothered. In fact Sudha did not even know what class Sadhana was in. The school was only a couple of kilometers away from her home. Riding her bicycle Sadhana entered the school gate. As she wheeled towards the cycle stand, she looked around to see if the Juliet was anywhere in sight. She was not. Sadhana decided to wait for her at the spot prearranged for such exchange of messages. It was in the huge garden where the students used to take their lunch. The place was full of plants, creepers, and shrubs, and was surrounded by trees. During the lunch hour, it was easy to pass on the messages in the confusion created by shrieking, and laughing children. But whenever it was quiet they would meet behind a huge Banyan tree which was in a corner on the other end.

Sadhana went and sat down on a small rock behind the tree.

A few minutes later, she heard the sound of shuffling feet. It came from the front of the tree and seemed like someone was walking into the garden. Sadhana craned her head to see but her sight was blocked by the tree trunk. Thinking that the Juliet may arrive any time now, Sadhana slowly got up from her seat and walked around the tree towards the garden. And then she froze. Damayanthi was standing near one of the benches.

Damayanthi stared at Sadhana. Then she gestured with her finger ‘Come here.’

Sadhana obeyed. Good morning miss.

Damayanthi nodded and stared coldly at her.

"What is your name?’

Sadhana.

Which class?

Here Sadhana made a mistake Tenth - A

A frown crossed Damayanthi’s dark mare like face.

What are you doing here?

I came for the special class. Sadhana blurted out.

There was an eerie silence. Then Damayanthi stepped closer to Sadhana. Sadhana stood barely five feet, and was soft bodied and effeminate. Damayanthi stood five foot nine, with big bones and a menacing demeanor. Even the boys were scared of her. Damayanthi bent down and stared directly into Sadhana’s eyes.

Which subject?

Maths. Even before she could complete the word, Damayanthi’s palm landed on Sadhana’s left cheek. It was just a light pat. But to Sadhana it felt like a punch. She bit her lips. Damayanthi picked her up like a rag doll and took her to the nearest bench.

For the next seven days, every time she sat, Sadhana winced.

Tothadri’s head reeled. His eyelids weighed a kilo and his body ached. He had been reading the book from seven in the evening and now it was two in the morning.

This was not the first time. Tothadri was addicted to reading and books were his opium. Whenever he got hold of any reading material of his choice, Tothadri would conveniently and gladly forget to eat drink or sleep. After years of ineffective pep talks and sermons his parents had given up. Now they waited for the boy to outgrow this habit on his own.

Tothadri belonged to a village called Darasuram near the temple town of Kumbakonam in Tamilnadu. His father Raman was a railway superintendent. With a sane elder brother Seshadri, and a saner younger sister Gomathi for competition, Tothadri had been receiving the award for The black sheep of the family year after year.

Not that Tothadri was a bad guy. On the contrary he was one of the best behaved kids in the locality. He was also a good student. Not meritorious but good. He was quiet, obedient, and simple. The problem was his strange aim. Strange for the surroundings he lived in.

Even as a three year old tot, Totha was attracted to the colorful pictures on magazines that his parents read. He would sit in a corner for hours turning the pages of old periodicals, looking at the pictures and talking to himself.

This had its side effects. Totha became a loner. Whereas, Seshadri and Gomathi had a lot of friends Totha did not have any. Even as a child, Totha would either stand awkwardly in the company of the Seshadri and his friends or run up and down the streets aimlessly during playtime. Things did not change when he went to school. Boys of his class made fun of him and left him sulking in one corner. During games he would hurt easily and throw tearful tantrums resulting in his being avoided more and more by the other kids. Once or twice Seshadri came to his rescue but gave up when he saw that Totha was an incurable recluse.

Sadhana’s reaction to this shocking event was mixed. She knew Damayanthi only by reputation. Now Sadhana thanked her stars that the woman had not probed further. ‘What if she had found the letter?’ Sadhana shivered at the thought. No one had scolded let alone spanked her before.

But the Damayanthi treatment changed Sadhana forever.

Damayanthi had actually been kind to her. She knew what Sadhana was doing there. But her delicate looks prevented Damayanthi from using the force that she was known to apply. Damayanthi was not proud of her own nature. But she could not help it. She was like that. It was an inborn quality. Damayanthi neither understood nor appreciated frivolousness. Damayanthi’s informers were a plenty and she had come there to catch the Romeo and Juliet with their pants down. She knew them by face. Finding Sadhana who was still in the ninth standard irked her. And when the girl lied through her teeth she had whipped her tail.

A couple of days later the two love birds were caught red handed. They had come to the same banyan tree to sort out the confusion about Sadhana not delivering the message.

But this time Damayanthi was not so sympathetic.

Call it a miracle or sheer luck, Sadhana reached her twelfth standard without any hiccup. The problems began after that. She had grown taller by a few inches and was a veteran in the cupid business. She was a known and beautiful face and several boys wanted to have flings with her. In this matter Sadhana was quite generous. She loved romance and could handle more than one relationship with ease.

Damayanthi had been keeping a watch on her from that fateful day and Sadhana avoided her scrupulously. Fortunately for her she had chosen humanities and so they did not cross paths.

Damayanthi Taught Maths.

Problems began in the final year. By then Sadhana had conveniently forgotten that she had come to school to study and not to run around trees and sing duets. Her affairs had gone far beyond whispering sweet nothings and exchanging love letters and, her two and three timing with an ever growing queue of hot blooded Casnovas was taking its toll on her overworked grey matter.

The attendance in schools during the twelfth standard is more or less voluntary for students. Only the most studious attend classes or pester the teachers with their problems. Teachers also spend a lot of time with such children as they get an opportunity to coach their favorite pupils.

This was a god sent chance for Sadhana. She and her lovers spent their time exploring new tricks to exhibit their love. Sadhana was in seventh heaven.

When she failed for the first time Sadhana did not bother one bit. Even her boyfriends had got the same marks but unlike her indifferent parents, those guys were pulled up by theirs and either transferred to other schools or kept at home to study better for the second time.

Sadhana became lonely. Now she had to sit with students who were junior to her. It was no big deal. They were only a year younger to her. But precocious that she was, Sadhana had treated her previous class mates as kids. Now, sitting with these infants was unbearable.

Sadhana stopped going to the school. Contacting her old friends was ruled out. Now she spent most of her time at home watching television or reading romantic stories. Her mother had become more and more religious and her father seldom came home. When the intimation for the board exam arrived Sadhana woke up from her reverie. She tried to dust the books and read them. But it was too painstaking. After a week of such exercise she gave up and stuffed the books into the attic.

Sadhana sat for her exams for a couple of days and then stopped going to the examination hall.

And now on hearing her results, she waited for Damayanthi to pounce on her again.

Nothing like that happened. She was alone. The only sound was that of her mother sitting in the pooja room chanting some hymns and the chirping of birds on the trees that lined the lane near their house. A hawker was shouting himself hoarse, trying to unload his vegetables on the dwellers in the adjacent street.

Sudha was addicted to religion and worship. It was her only escape from reality. She was too mild and weak for Ravi and Sadhana. Sadhana was after her father both in looks and nature. While Ravi was forever absent, Sadhana pointedly ignored her. Sudha was aware of Sadhana’s capers, but except feeling sorry for herself she did nothing else.

Sudha believed in destiny. And if this is what it had in store for her what could she do? This thought made Sudha all the more helpless.

Over the years Sadhana’s attitude towards her mother had changed a lot. The initial sympathy was replaced by contempt and finally indifference. They lived like strangers in the same house and seldom talked. Being poles apart in everything, they had no common interests or subjects to exchange notes on.

Sadhana was a good cook and often prepared lunch and dinner for both. She also washed clothes and did the household chores. The pious Sudha had a lot of time to talk to God.

Sadhana went and took a bath. It was a favorite pastime. Being naturally attractive, she loved to clean and groom herself. Sadhana had her own collection of toiletries and she spent hours experimenting on her looks. After punishing her pretty delicate body with a round plastic brush dipped in scented liquid soap, and then washing off the lather with lukewarm water she looked at the life sized mirror and preened at the glow. She enjoyed the burning sensation that followed each scrub. It was a sub conscious way of cleansing herself of her mischievous thoughts.

Dressed in a new maxi, with a wet towel covering her pretty hair Sadhana went to the kitchen and brought the lunch to the dining table. On hearing the clatter of vessels Sudha stopped chanting. She closed the book, paid her respects to the deities and came to the dining table. Neither spoke. Sudha served the food.

When Sadhana was in the final course Sudha began eating.

I want to tell you something. Sudha said abruptly. Sadhana looked up from her plate.

I am going on a pilgrimage.

Sadhana stopped munching. Sudha did not look at her.

Pilgrimage?

Sudha nodded.

Alone?

Sudha shook her head. My association has arranged for the trip.

Sudha was a member of an association which sang bhajans in various houses in turns. A couple of times it had been at their house too. Those days Sadhana made herself, scarce to avoid any untoward incident or embarrassing inquiries from indiscreet guests.

Free? Sadhana asked a practical question.

Sudha smirked. No it is eight hundred rupees per person.

You paid?

Sudha nodded.

Sadhana looked at the lizard stuck at the corner of the wall on the ceiling. Thoughts spicier than the curry she was eating began germinating in her tiny brain. Slowly her left hand moved towards her soft thigh and she treated herself to a tight pinch When she grimaced Sadhana realized that she was not day dreaming.

Tonight Sudha said.

What?

I said I am going tonight.

How many days

Four

Sadhana hugged herself. This was unbelievable.

The next few hours were busy ones. Sudha answered several calls from people who were to accompany her in the journey. The pickup point was a couple of kilometers away from their house. The organizers wanted the pilgrims to reach there by seven in the evening.

Sadhana watched patiently as Sudha packed her things. Other than the clothes and the necessary items There was a bag full of religious books and other items like telling beads and tiny idols of deities. A small packet contained Sudha’s supper.

Sudha got restless at five. She took a bath, spent some time in the pooja room and then began pacing up and down to the irritation of her daughter. The auto arrived at six. Sadhana asked formally whether Sudha required her to drop her at the pickup spot.

As expected, Sudha refused the offer.

As soon as the auto turned around the corner, Sadhana ran into the room and rang up Kishore.

Kishore was one of her most ardent lovers. They had been going steady for two years till it stopped abruptly when both failed for the first time in the final exams. Kishore stopped coming to school. His eagle eyed mother, prevented him from getting in touch with his old cronies. It was a year since they talked to each other but Sadhana remembered his phone number by heart. The bell rang a couple of times and then a male voice answered.

Hello?

Sadhana could hear some commotion at the other end. It looked like people were laughing and talking.

Can I talk to Kishore?

Who is it?

His class mate Jayanthi. Sadhana lied. Jayanthi was one of the studious and nice kids in her class.

Just a minute

A moment later Kishore came on the phone. Hello Jayanthi.

Don’t say anything Kishore, just listen, Sadhana here.

There was a sigh from the other end.

How are you?

Fine, I cleared the exam.

Oh, That’s why the celebration.

Yes. Kishore chuckled. What about you?

I got licked again.

On hearing the answer Kishore chuckled again. Sorry to hear that.

You don’t sound so. Sadhana retorted. Kishore laughed.

What next? Sadhana asked.

No idea. But now I am a little free.

That’s great. I want to see you.

Kishore sighed again.

When Tothadri was Six his father took the family to a movie show. It was some Masala flick with songs, dances, fights, the works. During interval they all ate ice cream and the snacks that their mother Radha had brought along.

Once they returned home Seshadri and Gomathi forgot all about it and went back to their studies and games. Not Tothadri. The colorful three hour drama enchanted him so much that he came out of the theater hall most reluctantly.

Totha, as he was nicknamed did not know a word about films. He did not even know how the pictures appeared on the screen. But he was certain that this was what he wanted to do. He wanted to create magic on the screen. The first impression on his tender, six year old mind was to last forever.

When Totha reached sixth standard, a new ‘item’ was introduced in his time table- The Library Period. Totha was delighted when he saw the library. His classmates saw him smile for the first time. No kid would understand a fellow who preferred books to games.

But even here there were some advantages. Every kid was supposed to take a book home for a week, read it and then write a summary about what he understood from the book. Here Totha came in handy. Kids would give him their books to read and write a summary for them which they would copy in their notebook and present to the teacher. Luckily for them the librarian did not bother herself too much while examining the note books. For it would not have been difficult to deduce that most of the summaries were written by the same guy. Totha’s hunger for knowledge was satiated, the boys’ headache was over and the librarian was glad that this class had the most well behaved and sincere students.

By the time Totha was thirteen, he had read all story books which were meant for kids even older than him. He craved for more serious subjects. To feed his son’s ever growing appetite, Raman became a member of a leading lending library and brought all sorts of books in Tamil and English for the boy. He also presented him with a copy of English to Tamil dictionary on his birthday. Totha was on cloud nine. He buried himself under the mound of printed matter.

Then one day his father slipped in a long size notebook and a pen along with the usual supply of reading material.

Totha began writing.

Kishore and Sadhana hugged each other and remained that way for a minute. Two hot blooded teenagers, meeting after a long time. After he failed in the board exam the first time, Kishore’s over protective mother plugged all outlets for fun and for the past one year the boy had to be content with his books and homework. Kishore’s elder brother was aware of his reputation as a Casanova of sorts. He constantly watched over Kishore which added to the teenager’s misery. Now the fragrance of Sadhana’s flesh seemed celestial to the starving young man.

Mischievously, Sadhana had selected the same banyan tree where she used to deliver messages to the Romeo and Juliet. It was summer vacation and the schools were closed.

The two entered the garden through a secret backside lane known only to lovers. Not satisfied with this, Sadhana went to the same bench where someone had tried to hammer some sense into her beautiful head a couple of years ago, but had instead activated a devious kink in her.

Kishore followed her like a puppy.

As Sadhana stood there provocatively with her left leg on the bench, Kishore ogled at her breathtaking beauty. She was wearing a printed suit and velvet slippers. Kishore came from behind and hugged her.

You look prettier by the day. Kishore whispered into her ears.

Sadhana turned slightly to her right, smiled and touched Kishore’s hand.

You want me? She husked.

Sure.

Then excite me.

My pleasure

Sadhana pouted and tousled Kishore’s hair. Then she looked around and found a length of green birch at a short distance. She went and picked it up. It was from one of the several Neem trees that lined up the pathways of the garden. She felt the birch with her soft hands and gave it to him.

Kishore took the birch and looked at her with a puzzled frown on his dark face. Sadhana blushed slightly, and led the boy to the bench. She then sat him down on the bench and leaned down on his lap. By now a tense and scared Kishore was sweating.

Excite me baby Sadhana purred.

Sadhana always had the upper hand in their relationship. She was the tutor and he an obedient pupil. But for the first time she was telling him to do something that he couldn’t have imagined. Kishore tried to reason but could only manage some gurgling sounds.

Come on! I am waiting! Sadhana husked.

Kishore began. As weal after weal appeared on Sadhana’s hips and thighs, she huffed, sighed, squealed and cussed. Sweat and tears streamed down Kishore’s face. By the time the birch snapped Kishore was completely exhausted.

A satiated Sadhana got up and hugged Kishore. The boy wept unabashedly. Sadhana fondled him.

I hate myself Kishore whispered harshly.