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 Hey everyone,

   This is the second story I'm posting on ASSTR.  Since I am Indian, most
of my stories revolve around characters that are from our film industry
nicknamed Bollywood.  (Incidentally, Bollywood is the largest film industry
in the world.)

   This story revolves around a Bollywood starlet called Kareena Kapoor. 
The closest match in terms of a western star would be Britney Spears.  Bebo
(as Kareena is known) is just as big a loud mouth and as terribly
attractive, while being just as bitchy, as Britney.

   Some sentences in the story are in Hindi/Marathi, but it's easy enough
to figure out what's being said from the context.

   I have been an avid reader of the stories posted at Asstr.org.  My all
time favorite being Dr.  Wu's Tiffany Daniels series.  As you will notice,
some parts of this story have been thoroughly 'inspired' from those
stories.

   Do give me feedback on this story.  You can get me at:
smokingfang[A_T]yahoo.com or smokingfang [A_T] gmail.com

   Regards,

   SF

   The story begins here:

   Maid in India

   Chapter 1: The one with the accident.

   Kareena was quite drunk.  Ignoring better advice, she drove her new
Skoda in that inebriated state.  As luck would have it, she lost control
and managed to get into an accident.  The car had a large scratch on the
side, but that was not what worried her, it was what she had managed to
brush.  It was a police van.

   As she stopped and rolled down the window, she saw that there was a
young inspector and a havaldar behind him.  This was a stroke of luck. 
Young men had always been easy to handle for Kareena.

   "Madam, you were going at 100.  Do you know this is a 30 kmph zone?"

   "Really inspector?  I didn't know... but you know what, I was at least
doing a 120!" She turned on her most cutesy smile.  She could see the
havaldar's knees going numb.  The inspector remained passive.

   "I need to see your license please."

   Kareena made a mock show of searching for it.  Then she looked up, and
giving another affected smile, said: "You know the strangest thing!  I seem
to have lost my purse!"

   "Have you been drinking?" he asked after a pause.

   "Nothing much inspector, only three shots of tequila"

   "Are you aware that it is a crime to drink and drive?  I'm sorry madam.
I'm going to have to impound the car.  Pandu here will drop you home."

   It was Kareena's turn to remain silent.  She speculated.  Then she
opened her purse and took out a 500 rupee note.  Her hand moved
languorously toward the pocket of the inspector's trousers.  The back of
her hand brushed heavily against his crotch and she cooed: "Oops!", then
pouted a flying kiss.  As she shoved the note into his pocket she said:
"Rakh lo, and let me go."

   The inspector took out the note, neatly folded it in half and returned
it to a surprised Kareena.  Then he opened the door from outside.

   "Please step outside madam.  You can collect you car from the police
station tomorrow... Pandu madam na ghari pochav" he said addressing the
havaldar.

   Pandu came ahead immediately and mumbled a few words.  Kareena was too
perplexed to say anything.  Not only had her charm completely failed, this
inspector had even refused to let her off!  She quietly got out of the car
and sat in the Jeep.  She then gave the inspector a spiteful look.  He just
smiled.  "Pandurang will tell you where to come.  Be there tomorrow at 9
a.m."

   Kareena threw him another bitchy look as he got into the car and drove
away.  She looked after her new car...

   "Madam, kuthe jaaychaaye?  Kidhar ko janeka?" she heard the exasperated
havaldar asking.  He had asked her this for the fifteenth time.

   She mumbled out the address and then drifted off to sleep.