TIGER DURGA: “THE BANYAN TAX ” 4

SCENE: THE AMBUSH AT GOPAL & SONS SARI SHOP
Calcutta, 1960 — The Banyan Tax tightens its grip.
INT. GOPAL & SONS SARI SHOP – AFTERNOON
The shop glows with color — shimmering Benares silk, embroidered borders, soft sunlight through dusty windows. Gopal arranges saris with quiet pride, humming an old tune.
Outside, the street grows tense.
Three Banyan tax collectors stride in — led by Inspector Dutta, a man with a crooked smile and forged documents tucked under his arm.
INSPECTOR DUTTA
Afternoon, Gopal. New Banyan Tax rate. Pay now… or we shut you down.
Gopal stiffens.
GOPAL
Sir, I paid last week. I have the receipt—
INSPECTOR DUTTA
Receipts expire. Like courage.
He snaps his fingers. Two thugs begin pulling saris off shelves.
Gopal panics.
GOPAL
Please—my wife is resting in the back—don’t disturb anything—
A faint golden glow flickers from the storeroom.
INT. STOREROOM – CONTINUOUS
Pushpa stands trembling, hearing everything. She rubs enchanted ghee onto her arms, legs, feet and chest — breath quickening.
Her dull black hair loosens from its bun becomes glossy black and wild. Her muscles tighten. Her eyes blaze with golden fire.
Her voluptuous and muscular body is now barely clad by her tiger pelt top and tiger pelt skirt with heavy brass bangles on her wrists
TIGER DURGA (TRANSFORMATION)
Calcutta’s heroine is needed… and the spotlight is mine.
She steps forward — barefoot, radiant, bangles gleaming.
INT. SARI SHOP – CONTINUOUS
The thugs freeze as Tiger Durga emerges from the storeroom like a goddess stepping onto a stage.
TIGER DURGA
Gentlemen… your tax collection hours are officially over.
Gopal gasps — awestruck, confused, reverent.
The big breasted Hindu strongwoman assumes a heroic pose before Dutta and the tax collectors
GOPAL
Tiger Durga… in my shop…
She smiles confidently.
TIGER DURGA
Don’t worry, shopkeeper. I’m fabulous at saving people.
She grabs a thug and tosses him into a pile of saris — silk explodes like confetti.
Another thug charges. She flips him over the counter...her giant firm breasts swaying sexily under her tight tiger pelt top...with each movement of her voluptuous and muscular body.
TIGER DURGA
Honestly, your choreography needs work.
Inspector Dutta snarls.
INSPECTOR DUTTA
Enough! Hit her!
Two thugs rush her simultaneously. She blocks one — but the other lands a heavy blow to her head.
Tiger Durga freezes.
Her eyes widen.
TIGER DURGA
Wait— Did you actually hit me? Oh… that’s new.
Another thug slams a fist into her chest. She gasps, staggering. Her giant firm breasts slip out of her tiger pelt top...her wide thick areolas and huge puffy nipples on full exhibition
TIGER DURGA
This is extremely inconvenient… I just woke up from the last knockout…
Gopal reaches out instinctively.
GOPAL
Durga Devi! Be careful!
She smile at him —  as she sways on the balls of her bare calloused feet.

TIGER DURGA
I know what you are thinking shopkeeper...my giant breasts are the biggest and most natural on any woman in India...my wide thick areolas...my huge nipples...are blessed by the Goddess...They are my greatest weakness if they are touched...when this is over...you can measure them...for a fitting.
Inspector Dutta pulls out a white cloth.
Tiger Durga sees it.
TIGER DURGA
Oh no… Not the cloth… This is terrible timing…but I must speak about my giant breasts every time...they are revealed...it is the will of Durga
Dutta presses the chloroform cloth to her face...while pinching her in each of her wide thick areolas and huge puffy nipples with his free hand
The big breasted Hindu strongwoman jerks back, struggling theatrically, gyrating against a counter...on the balls of her bare calloused feet..her eyes fluttering. blazing.
TIGER DURGA
No cloth can stop me— I’m the star of this city-but keep playing with my wide areolas...and my huge nipples...and the chloroform will knock me out faster...Jai Durga.
But her strength fades. Her toes flex against the floor. Her head tilts. Her aura flickers.
TIGER DURGA
Fine… You win… But only this scene…
She collapses slowly, dramatically — like a heroine performing a perfectly choreographed faint.
Her volutupous and muscular body lands gently on a bed of fallen saris.
Gopal rushes to her side, horrified.
GOPAL
Durga Devi! Please wake up!
Inspector Dutta smirks.
INSPECTOR DUTTA
Tell Banyan she’ll be delivered by sundown.
They lift her unconscious body and carry her out.
Gopal watches helplessly — as the tax collectors life the topless and unconscious Tiger Durga out of Gopal's store...her head lolled back...her naked giant firm breasts swaying freely...her toes with short gleaming toenails pointing down in defeat.
Gopal is unaware that the fallen heroine is his own wife.
To be continued