India's Palace on Wheels (subtitle) Passion, Sex & Murder

DISCLAIMER: This is a dream story. Any references to people non or unknown is simply from my dream journey. The characters Isha and Ronit are from the movie "Yaadein". The roles they play in this dream, have nothing to do with this movie, nor does this dream have anything to do with any event that happened on this train. It is all a dream, that I took the time to research before I published it because I knew absolutely nothing about this train, women's education in India, etc., etc. There are links in this blog to the references that are made in the dream for the purpose of authenticity. My research surely lead me to some interesting discoveries. Please, I don't know why I had this dream, except to say it is an opportunity for me to use my imagination and write another dream story. Thanks for reading this. Nana Baakan

It is the late spring and we are traveling for several days on this train. (1) There are several young ladies, just finishing Higher Secondary Private School (2).  It's been a long year and everyone is excited about going on to the University. We are especially happy to be one of the few all girls private schools in all of India! (3)

This trip is a very special one of all of us. The young ladies have all found their (4) rooms, two are bunking together in each room. 

The aisle are more like wide hallways rather than the usually cramped aisle of the trains we most often use. But this is a special trip, a guided tour to some historical sites that we have rarely seen if ever. School is a priority, and we have the cooperation of the parents of each of our students to maintain focus on education while leaving entertainment and touring to our more leisure time, after our educational experience in late spring.

We have just finished dinner, our first night on the train and are about to retire to our rooms, when a shrill cry is heard from down the hall.

I quickly run to the room to find out what is the cause of the commotion.

"Ma'am!!!! (5) Please help, please help. It is very serious. I think I am going to die, and she is already dead! Please help me!!!!"

She shows me her wrists, both of them have been slit. She is bleeding profusely, I am so caught off guard I don't know where to begin or what to do. On the other bed lies another girl, face down, mouth and eyes open. Her sheets are covered with blood and her arms, crossed under her head all also covered in blood. She is dead.

I stand, immobile, not knowing whether to run and get help, or simply attempt to stop her bleeding, though I am certain it is too late. Her major artery has been severed, she could barely scream loud enough above the roar of the train for me to hear her. Pity, this marvelous train, this beautiful train, while it conveniently muffles the sounds from the outside, it also stills the sound from traveling inside. You would not know what was happening in the cabin next to you it is so sound proof.

In only a few moments she slumps down on her bed.

I run into the hallway to get help.

There is virtually no security on this train, not a single person who could solve this mystery. Not a single soul who can stop this train and investigate these two murders. It could quite easily be called a double suicide, the way young people carry on these days. But I am certain it was murder, I just have no idea who did it. There is no sign and it seems these two young ladies were hoping to hide this mishap and waited too long to call for help. Meanwhile the perpetrator is still aboard this train, and we have no clue where he could possibly be.

It could be anyone. There are only a few male passengers and the staff on this train are all male. Who could we approach? If we suspiciously look towards one of the passengers, we may suffer severe embarrassment as they may not be guilty at all. If we approach any of the staff members, we could bring the entire Luxury Train industry of India, into chaos and utter financial calamity. If we ignore this situation and bring it to no one's attention, we risk having another incident like this happening marring the reputation of the Boarding School. And, we have 24 hours before our next stop. Either way we respond to this tragedy, it will be most horrendous.

Realizing that I can do nothing at this time. I close the door of their cabin and ask the staff to "Please do not disturb them. They are fine and need no assistance." I go to my cabin and wait.

In a short while Isha (6) enters my cabin. She is excited and fluttering all around, with no idea of what has just taken place.

"Ma'am Ayanna, Ma'am Ayanna, I have met the most incredible young man! He is handsome, smart, very well dressed, and seems to be from a well to do family!"

Her words ring in my ears but I can barely hear what she is saying. I busy myself, tidying up my bed.

"Really, Isha. How did you happen to meet such a fine gentleman?" I ask half interested.

"I met him, just down the hall here. His cabin is just a few cabins down from mine! I want to talk with him and get to know him, Ma'am. I am 18 years old now, I am old enough to talk to men, aren't I? Besides, I am going off to the University in a few months, so surely I am old enough to talk to this fine young man, isn't that correct Ma'am?"

"Well, I guess since we are all here for the next 24 hours, we may as well make the best of it. Sure, you certainly are old enough, Isha. And how old is he? May I ask?"

"Um, well, Ma'am, he is 26 years old. But don't worry, I am old enough to talk to someone that much older than I. Besides, I am feeling really sad about leaving our school and so, I will have someone to talk to to help me feel better about it, Ma'am."

"It seems to me, that you really don't want to talk about leaving school anyway. You seem to need a distraction so you won't have to talk about leaving school at all, my dear, Isha."

"Humph, why is it that you know me so well, Ma'am. Why is that?"

"Well I have been your teacher at our private boarding school for 3 years now. I study all my students, and since you are one of my most active, adventurous students, it would only seem proper that I would study you quite closely. Besides, you are as they would call you in the West, a Gemini. And we know that Gemini's need some sort of distraction so they won't get bored, thinking about the past, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I guess you are right about that. But I would hardly call him a distraction. Far from that, I would say."

"And so my dear, what shall we call him?

"His name is Ronit (7)."

"Well, I guess you can trot along and go get to know your new friend a little better."

"Oh but I must freshen up a bit." Isha says and runs across the hall to her cabin, which she happens to be staying in alone as we are one short of the young ladies who signed up for our trip.

Not long after this time, Isha runs down the hall to talk with her new friend. (8)

"Ronit, I am so happy. My teacher said it would be okay for me to talk with you, and spend some time with you. Well, she didn't exactly say spend time with you, that is what I would like to do. We have 24 more hours on this dreadful train, it would be wonderful to break up the monotony and spend time with you. Do you mind, I surely hope you do not mind."

"No, I don't mind. Just as long as we can keep our talks minimal. That is, nothing too personal. I do not like things to be too personal with me and people I meet."

"Oh, that's fine, we can just talk and be friendly, in a light way, an easy way. You know, I have no expectations and you have no expectations. Besides, we have just met, so how personal can we get in just a few hours."

Ronit responds, "We can get very personal in just a few hours. Believe me, I know what I am talking about and it has happened so many times in my past, that I would rather warn a new friend of just how dangerous it can be to get close to me."

"Dangerous, dangerous? Don't be silly. How can it be dangerous to simply have a small chat with such a fine young man as yourself. What, do you mean that I am too young to talk to you because you are 26? No way, I am way  more mature than most girls my age. I have seen the world, traveled about and been to many places most girls my age have merely dreamed about. My family is quite wealthy and all summer they assure me of the finest and best and wonderful places that I can be taken. In fact, they bring home the travel guide so that I can choose my favorite places or even some new places if I would like to try something new. So you see, you do not have to worry about my age at all. If that is what you were worried about."

"Please, my dear, your age is of no concern to me. In fact, I have been with young ladies your age, younger and older. Well not too much younger, but certainly your age. 18 years of age is my favorite. Young ladies are a lot less jaded at that age. I appreciate that. But like I said before, we cannot get too personal, as it may prove to be quite dangerous for you."

"Dangerous for me???" Isha laughs haughtily at Ronit, it's incredulous to her that he would even consider that he could be dangerous to her in any way. Besides, it's simple conversation, nothing more. She shakes her head at him as if to dismiss his idea. How ludicrous, she thought to herself.

"So, have you had your evening tea yet?" Isha asks.

"No, not yet, I have been sitting here for some time, thinking and looking out of the window."

"Ha, that's hardly a view out that porthole. When they made these trains they certainly hadn't planned on us spending time looking out the window like we would on a lower class train. That's why they made them so small, you would rather look around at these luxurious surroundings, take notes and invite your friends and family to travel with you the next time if they haven't already."

Isha certainly loves to talk, but in her naiveté she doesn't realize that he is barely listening to her and is attempting to keep his gaze away from her eyes.

She is absolutely beautiful to him. Her smile, her hair, her eyes, the softness of her hands, the dimple in her chin, so barely perceivable. Even her self assuredness is so very, very attractive. And that is where the danger lies. He feels himself being drawn to her. This has never turned out well in the past, and there is simply no reason why this time should be any different.

"My, you are deep in thought, right now. Let's go to your cabin and have that cup of tea. I've been waiting for the evening tea, haven't you been waiting as well?"

"Yes, I have, but I do not think having it in my cabin is such a great idea."

"Why not? We have already stated what our parameters will be, so we will simply sip tea and chit chat, nothing too deep and certainly nothing to personal."

Her phrases fall from her lips like chimes from a bell. They ring and sing and swirl around her mouth like a wind strung summer rain. They stick to him, they hang on him, they pull him in and they weaken him. Ronit thinks to himself, "I do not know if I am strong enough to keep this from becoming dangerous."

"I really do not think having tea in my cabin is a good idea, Isha. Please understand. I mean you no disrespect, I am simply stating what I know to be true."

"Nonsense, there is nothing at all to worry about, and certainly no danger. What could happen here on this train? We are in the public.. What could possibly go wrong? Come, let's have tea!!!"

Isha takes a hold of Ronit's hand and pulls him down the hallway towards his cabin that is just a few doors away from hers. She eyes her cabin invitingly, then thinks better of it, too close to Ma'am Ayanna.

It's as if some unseen force has taken hold of his body and he seems to find himself floating down the hall to his cabin, being lead by this fairy goddess who has no idea of the danger that may befall her. I must control my passion, he thinks to himself, that is the only way to keep her safe.

They enter his cabin and Isha quickly seats herself on his lounge chair.

"Will you be calling for tea soon, Ronit? We don't want to wait to long before the tea hour is over."

"Yes," he responds as if being awakened from a deep sleep journey. "Yes, I will call right now."

Isha watches his body as it moves towards the bedside table. His muscles flex through his jacket as he picks up the phone. She quietly gasps to herself at seeing his full figure that was so hidden behind the table in the lounge. She feels a familiar trembling in her soul and her mouth waters. She thinks to herself, how can this be dangerous at all, he is magnificently beautiful, where is the danger?

The tea comes shortly after the call is made. By now, Ronit is sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at his fingers as he rubs them up and down his well sculptured thighs. He appears a bit nervous to Isha, but she quickly dismisses that as well.

"Thank you", she says to the server and "Thank you, Ronit. Mmmmm, this tea is quite wonderful, indeed."

Isha sips her tea. He watches her delicate hands hold the cup like a flower. Her breath wisps the steam from the cup of tea in his direction. It is like a spell and he can feel it. I MUST CONTROL MY PASSION, he repeats to himself like a mantra, over and over again as he watches her. This is something a bit different than all the others. This time while he is handling the single edge blade in his pocket, he is also wishing she would leave. How is this so? This is a golden opportunity for him to let his passions ride on the tide of love making. She is obviously sending him the message that she wants to. Why do I feel I must stop myself?
Ronit questions himself over and over again.

Isha stands up abruptly, this startles Ronit out of his own thoughts and fantasies.

"What are you doing? What's in your pocket?" She asks inquisitively.

"Why are you examining me, Isha? Don't you find your tea satisfactory?"

"Yes, quite, but I am also wondering what is on your mind. Oh, forgive me, we must keep this from getting personal, and so even if I find you to be one of the most attractive men I have ever laid my eyes on,  I must maintain, nothing personal, nothing at all, correct?"

"Correct, and it would be to your best advantage to remember that.

It is getting late, I think that you may want to go off to your cabin to get some rest, yes?"

"No." She responds with the definiteness of a sledge hammer, "No, not at all, I have been compliant, I have said nothing personal to you, except to ask what you were thinking, which you refused to divulge, I have sat quietly sipping my tea, and now you want to trot me along to my cabin!!! I see... I see...."

She speaks with hurtfulness in her voice. Ronit didn't mean to hurt her, in fact he surely does not want to hurt her. He wants to keep her safe, safe from him.

Isha gets up and walks past him towards the door. He follows close behind and before he could catch himself his arms wrap around her waste and pull her back towards him. He then begins to caress her nipples through her clothing. They were erect and waiting as the warmth of his body close to her, quickly excited her in every way. Isha sighs aloud.

Ronit cries out. "Oh dear, I mustn't, I mustn't!" 

Isha turns around and faces him.

"You mustn't what…???? What are you talking about??? What mustn't you do? Frankly, you haven't done anything!"

"Yes, I have!" Ronit retorted.

"No you haven't and if you have, well I certainly didn't experience it. What are you talking about, Ronit?"

"Isha, you simply have no idea who I am and what I am capable of."

"Really, so should I run out of here, immediately?? Or are you going to be man enough to tell me what is going on with you? You are the one who has said keep the personal out, you are the one who has warned, how dangerous it could be, and yet, you are holding me in your arms!!! Now explain that!!! I want you to tell me, now!" Isha stubbornly insisted.

"I can't.."

"Well, if you don't I am leaving. We can just PRETEND that nothing personal happened here. That we are not mutually attracted to each other, and that I can just go to my cabin and forget about you!!! Fine, I will do just that. Release me!"

"No", Ronit whispers, "I can't."

"And what does that mean, you can't, what's stopping you? And I thought I was the younger one in this equation. Looks to me like you are being a very young boy right now.!"

"Isha, listen to me, look at me, and listen…….  Have you noticed that I have had my hand in my pocket much of the time?

"Yes, I have been noticing a lot of things about you."

"Would you like to know what that is?"

"Sure, as long as it's not personal." Isha responds with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

Ronit pulls it out, and Isha can barely see it as it is nestled between his middle finger and his ring finger.

"What is it, Ronit. Stop playing little boy games."

"It's a blade" Ronit whispers as he looks down at his hand.

"If I make love to you, I will have to cut you, and you will bleed to death."

Isha could barely contain her laughter. That was the most absurd thing she had ever heard. But when she looked into his eyes she immediately became quite sober.

"Ronit, are you kidding me, or are you serious?"

"Isha, I am dead serious. I will have to kill you. I will cut your wrists and leave you there to die and no one, will ever know how it happened or why."

"Come on, Ronit, you can't be serious, you would actually make love to me, cut my wrists and leave me there to die??? Preposterous!!!"

Meanwhile Isha is beginning to take this man seriously, she really doesn't know him or what his potential might be, and yet she feels the passion, she wants to make love with him, but if he is really serious????

"Come on, Ronit, be truthful, you would not do that would you?"

"No, I would not, and I am going to tell you why. Because I will not make love with you. I will not enter you. Whenever I enter a woman something goes off inside of me and I am compelled to cut her wrists. I did that already, two times today. They didn't know, they invited me in, they seduced me, I gave them both what they asked for and then one by one, I cut them. At first they could not believe they were cut. They felt it was all part of the game we were playing and the way that I cut, could barely be felt. But when the bleeding would not stop, they quickly realized what had happened. I left their room went to mine, freshened up and sat in the lounge.

Did you not hear your sister's screams?"

"No Ronit, I did not, and I don't believe you. And I know you want to because look at you." Isha looks down at his erection. It is piercing through his pants.

"You want to and you want me…. So come on, let's do this, let's do this now." Isha says, as she eyes the blade and thinks of strategies to get that blade out of his hand. He told her, and that gives her opportunity to retrieve it by averting his attention enough time.

"Come on, Ronit." Isha gently nudges him back onto the bed and straddles him. She rubs herself across his erection, while attempting to pry the blade from his fingers.  She has no luck. He pushes her away.

"I can't do this, if I enter you, you will have to die. That is the commandment. There is no way around it. I must kill you, Isha. Please don't make me do this. I am a man, my resistance is very low. I am still high from my last encounter just a few hours ago. I do not want to kill you."

This is quite baffling to Isha, but now she must create a strategy to get what she wants and also to get him to the authorities. How can she do this??

She stands up. She grabs his hands and pulls him upright and then to the floor. She can feel the blade, securely tucked between his fingers. She is deliriously thinking of ways to pry it out of his hand. But how?? She starts to kiss him, gently at first, then more and more passionately. His arms are around her and he is tightly holding on to the blade.

Isha decides on a new strategy, she lowers herself towards his erection, unbuttons his pants, pulls down his zipper and reaches in to pull out the most magnificently sculptured penis she has ever seen in her whole life. She gently begins to suck his penis like a luscious long candy on a stick. Back and forth, up and down, gently squeezing it and letting it go. He is going deeper and deeper into orgasmic revelry.

"Isha" he whispers, his voice weakened his legs wobbling, "Please stop. You are arousing my passion. You are going to make me climax, and if I do, well….."

"You can't kill me, cause you haven't entered me, right? I am safe and you can put the blade down, right? So let me do this.. Let me bring you to climax, let……… me……. Pleasure……… you…………"  she says as she continues to suck his penis like a luscious long candy on a stick. He climaxes.

"See," Isha whispers, "that wasn't so bad."

Ronit slumps to the floor. His breathing has become quite heavy even strained, but he has not released the blade.

"Isha, you just don't understand. I don't want to kill you. Of all the women I have done that to, you are the only one, whom I truly care for. There is something about you that holds me back from wanting it, desiring it. But I am not strong enough to prevent it. Please understand…. That is the danger. It is not the climax, it has never been. It is entering that dark, warm, moist place of extreme pleasure that arouses my passions to crescendo into a death knell. When I feel that, someone must die. It's the passion. That is what it was with the others. I feel it for you, but I feel something different this time, I don't want you to die."

Isha is thinking really hard about this. If he does not kill her, she will know what he has done and be obliged to report him to the authorities. If she reports him to the authorities she will risk ever having him enter her, which she wanted more than ever now, after tasting it. She is wondering… what shall she do. Turn him over now, or make one more attempt at getting that blade and getting what she wanted from him.

"Ronit, let's go to my cabin. Let's relax there. Maybe leaving here will help you feel better. Maybe we can help you sort some things out."

Ronit agrees, but he never releases the blade, instead he places it back in his pocket, and pats his pocket as if to say, just in case.

When they arrive at her cabin, which is only a few doors down the hall, she wraps her arms around Ronit's neck and kisses him passionately. He gently rubs her rear and slowly pulls her dress up. Isha is not wearing panties. Her skin is soft and smooth, just as he knew it would be.

Isha has two agendas, get the blade and get the sex. Simple, very simple for a Gemini. The door is partially ajar and Ma'am Ayanna peeps out across the hallway to see Isha with her arms around Ronit's neck. Isha quickly fixes her dress and pushes her cabin door close. They continue to kiss and Isha pulls him over towards her bed. She lies back and opens her legs.

"You can't put your penis in me but you can put your fingers in me, correct?"

"Yes, that's correct Isha."

"Then do that, I need that right now, I am so hot, right now,,,,,,,, I am so wet right now,,,,,,,,, I need you to give me some satisfaction, please,,,,,,, Ronit,,,,,, Please…….."

Ronit releases the blade between his fingers and gently pushes one finger into Isha. He pushes his finger in and pulls it out in an exotic rhythmic fashion, in and out.

"Ooooooh, you are so wet, so warms, so slippery. Ooohhh." He sighs and continues using his finger to pleasure her.

She moans, "Give me more,,,,,,,,,, give me more."

Ronit gives her more, he pushes two fingers in..... and..... out and pleasures her as she moans louder and louder.

"Shhhhhhhh, you are going to wake up the neighbors." He giggles.

"Impossible", she responds in a silken whisper, "this place is sound proof.. Don't stop, please don't stop… It feels so good.............. it feels so good............"

Ronit has lost himself he has entered her with exotic rhythmic motions, but he has used his fingers. He doesn't feel compelled to cut her wrists, he is watching the ecstasy on her face as he pleasures her with his fingers. He lies on top of her and continues with the gentle exotic rhythm of in and out.

A knock comes to the door.

"Isha, Isha…… are you in there?"

"Yes, Ma'am Ayanna, I am in here, I am in here with Ronit. You can come in now."