TIGER DURGA: “THE BANYAN TAX ” 5

SCENE: BANYAN WAITS FOR TIGER DURGA
Calcutta, 1960 — The mansion of Barun “The Banyan” Mukherjee.
INT. BANYAN’S MANSION – GRAND FOYER – NIGHT
Marble floors gleam like moonlight. Tall pillars rise like the roots of a colossal tree. Oil lamps flicker against carved wooden panels. A slow ceiling fan turns lazily, as if even the air obeys him.
Banyan stands at the center of the foyer, hands clasped behind his back, dressed in immaculate white. His expression is serene — almost bored — as if he has been expecting this moment for years.
Two guards drag Tiger Durga’s unconscious body into the room. Her tiger‑pelt skirt is rumpled, her bangles askew, her hair wild from the fight. Her golden glow flickers faintly, like a dying ember. Her naked giant firm breasts...rock hard wide areolas and huge puffy nipples hard and erect on full display.
Banyan does not turn immediately. He inhales the moment.
BANYAN
(soft, calm) Place her gently. She is still Calcutta’s favorite daughter.
The guards lower her onto a velvet chaise. Her head lolls to the side, her bare feet dangling off the edge. Her naked firm giant breasts...wide hard areolas...huge puffy hard and erect nipples...rise and fall slowly.
Banyan finally turns.
His eyes fall on her with a mixture of admiration… and ownership.
BANYAN
You rise quickly, Tiger Durga. It is your most charming flaw.
He steps closer, examining her bruises with clinical interest.
Banyan pinches and rotates each of her famous nipples in turn.
BANYAN
You fight beautifully. You lose… even more beautifully.
He circles her like a scholar studying a rare artifact.
BANYAN
Every time you fall, the city loves you more. Every time you rise, you rush blindly into my traps.
He kneels beside her, speaking softly — almost tenderly.
BANYAN
You still don’t understand, do you? Calcutta doesn’t need to fear me. It needs to depend on me.
He brushes a strand of hair from her face — not with affection, but with curiosity.
BANYAN
And you… You are my favorite distraction.
Tiger Durga stirs faintly — a soft groan, her  toes with short gleaming toenails fingers twitching.
Banyan smiles.
BANYAN
Ah. She wakes.
He stands, signaling the guards.
BANYAN
Prepare the next room. She will want to fight again. She always does.
The guards nod and exit.
Banyan looks down at her one last time.
BANYAN
Rise again, Tiger Durga. Dance again. Fall again.
He turns away, walking toward the inner hall — calm, confident, untouchable.
Behind him, Tiger Durga’s eyelids flutter.
Her voice is faint, slurred, defiant.
TIGER DURGA
(murmuring) I… rise quickly… It’s… my trademark…Ooooh...my aching wide areolas...my huge nipples hurt...putting me...to sleep...Jai Durga.
She slips back into unconsciousness.
Banyan smiles without turning.
BANYAN
Yes. That is why you will always return to me.
To be continued