Tea and Spices (An Erotic Novel of Colonial India) by Lane Nina

Author:Lane, Nina [Lane, Nina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

“Drive!” he snapped. “We are ready to leave.”

Devora sat as far away from him as she could, crossing her arms angrily over her chest. The silence stretched between them, taut with fury, for the entire car trip. Humiliation descended on Devora’s shoulders like a heavy cloak.

When the driver pulled up to the steps of her bungalow, she gave the maharaja a haughty look.

“Thank you for taking me to see the temples,” she said icily. “I appreciated those, at least.”

He didn’t reply. Devora hurried out of the car and into her bungalow. She slammed the door closed, her chest heaving as she tried to collect her scattered thoughts.

“Memsahib?” Rohan appeared in the doorway leading to the kitchen. He frowned at the sight of her disheveled appearance. “You are all right?”

Devora drew herself up and tried to compose herself. She nodded, running a hand through her hair. “Yes, thank you. I’m fine.”

“You were out with the maharaja again,” Rohan said, his disapproval still all too evident.

“Yes, I was,” Devora snapped, suddenly sick to death of men. Either they were disapproving, apparently cruel, or just plain absent. “What do you have to say about that?”

“You know that I think it is not a good idea for you to be with him.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because you reflect on the status of this household,” Rohan replied.

“Well, do you know what?” Devora said angrily. “I don’t care what you think! You can disapprove of me all you want, but I really don’t give a damn!”

“I only disapprove of women who do not keep their promises.”

“Oh, stop sounding so bloody self-righteous! I never promised anything, least of all that I wouldn’t see the maharaja again.”

“You have also disobeyed your husband’s orders,” Rohan continued, apparently not having heard a word she said. “He told you that you were not to see the maharaja again.”

“Damn his orders! I don’t take orders from people, not even my husband. You know, I used to think you people were a little more liberal when it came to human relations, but I can see now that I was sadly mistaken!”

Devora turned and stalked towards the bedroom, fighting an onslaught of tears. She hated having been frightened by the maharaja, but she hated even more the fact that Rohan disapproved of her.

With a sob, she threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in her arms. India had so much to offer, yet she still could not escape the confines of the British presence. And she realized now that she probably never would. A wave of self-pity washed over her, and she intended to wallow in it to the fullest extent.

After her tears dried, Devora rolled over and stared at the mosquito-net canopy overhead. She was becoming unbearably tired of being so out of place. She didn’t fit into the British community, and she certainly didn’t fit into the Indian. In fact, she suspected she would never understand the Indians, which is exactly what Gerald and the Thompsons had been trying to tell her all along.

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