TIGER DURGA: “THE BANYAN TAX ” 6

SCENE: TIGER DURGA’S ESCAPE ATTEMPT

Calcutta, 1960 — Banyan Mukherjee’s mansion, midnight.
INT. BANYAN’S MANSION – VELVET CHAMBER – NIGHT
Tiger Durga lies unconscious on a velvet chaise, her tiger‑pelt skirt rumpled, her bangles crooked, her hair wild. Her giant firm breasts...wide hard areolas and huge hard and erect puffy nipples on display. A single oil lamp flickers beside her, casting long shadows across the ornate room.
Her fingers twitch.
Her toes flex.
Her eyes flutter open.
She groans softly.
TIGER DURGA
Ugh… I rise quickly… It’s practically my trademark…
She pushes herself upright, swaying slightly. Her golden glow flickers — weak, but present.
She looks around.
TIGER DURGA
Where am I…? This décor is dramatic… even for me…
She spots the door — heavy, carved, guarded by two men.
Tiger Durga stands, wobbling, but determined.
TIGER DURGA
Alright, gentlemen… Let’s make this escape scene memorable.
She charges.
The guards block her path.
She punches one — he staggers. She kicks the other — he grunts.
But her strength is fading.
TIGER DURGA
Come on… I just need one heroic burst… Just one…
She leaps — a dramatic Bollywood slow‑motion jump — and lands a blow on the first guard.
He falls.
The second grabs her arm.
She twists free.
TIGER DURGA
You’re good… But I’m fabulous!
She dons her tiger pelt top and runs down the hallway....her giant firm breasts swaying with every step.
INT. BANYAN’S MANSION – GRAND CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
The corridor stretches endlessly — marble floors, chandeliers, portraits of Banyan staring down like silent judges.
Tiger Durga sprints barefoot, her bangles clinking, her hair flying behind her.
TIGER DURGA
Almost there… Just need the exit… Just need—
She stops.
Banyan stands at the far end of the corridor.
Calm. Still. Hands clasped behind his back.
He has been waiting.
BANYAN
You rise quickly. I admire that.
Tiger Durga narrows her eyes.
TIGER DURGA
Move aside, Banyan. This heroine has places to be.
He smiles gently.
BANYAN
You are exhausted. Bruised. Barely standing.
He steps closer.
BANYAN
And yet… you still run toward danger. It’s almost poetic.
Tiger Durga charges.
TIGER DURGA
Poetry is overrated!
She swings — but Banyan sidesteps effortlessly.
She stumbles past him.
He taps her shoulder lightly.
She spins, dizzy.
TIGER DURGA
Why is the world spinning again…? I didn’t sign up for a dance number…
Banyan signals.
Two guards appear behind her.
One lands a blow to her head.
She gasps.
TIGER DURGA
Uuuuuuunh...Oh… that’s new… Again…
Another guard strikes her chest.
She staggers backward, collapsing against a pillar.
TIGER DURGA
This is extremely inconvenient… I was so close to a dramatic escape…Aaaaaargh
...my giant breasts...hurt...again...my wide areolas...huge nipples...becoming hard...again.
Banyan approaches, holding a white cloth.
Tiger Durga sees it.
Her eyes widen.
TIGER DURGA
No… Not the cloth… Not again…
He presses the chloroform gently to her face...pulls down her tiger pelt top..and plays with her wide areolas and huge puffy nipples with his free hand.
BANYAN
Shh. The city needs you to sleep.
She struggles weakly.
TIGER DURGA
I… refuse… to fall… again…but...Ooooooh...you squeeze my wide areolas...my huge nipples...with such authority...I am being distracted...have to breathe the chloroform.
Her knees buckle.
Her toes curl against the marble floor.
Her voice softens.
TIGER DURGA
Fine… You win… this scene…Oooooooh...Ahhhhhhhh...Uuuuuuuuuh
Her eyes roll upward.
Her body goes limp.
She collapses into Banyan’s arms — unconscious.
He holds her carefully, almost reverently.
BANYAN
You escape beautifully. You fail… even more beautifully.
He hands her to his guards.
BANYAN
Take her back to the velvet chamber. She’ll wake soon. She always does.
He turns away, serene.
BANYAN
And when she rises… the dance continues.
THE BANYAN’S SECRET
Calcutta, 1960 — Banyan Mukherjee’s mansion, midnight.
INT. BANYAN’S INNER CHAMBER – NIGHT
The chamber is dim, lit only by oil lamps. Carved wooden pillars rise like the roots of an ancient tree. The air is still — as if the mansion itself is holding its breath.
Tiger Durga is dragged in by two guards, still unconscious from her failed escape attempt. Her muscular frame is slack, her wild hair spilling over her shoulders, her bangles crooked from the struggle.
Banyan stands waiting.
Calm. Poised. Hands clasped behind his back.
He dismisses the guards with a gesture.
They leave her on the floor before him.
He steps closer, kneeling beside her.
BANYAN
You rise quickly, Tiger Durga. But tonight… you rose straight into my hands.
She stirs — a faint groan, her fingers twitching, her toes flexing against the marble.
Her eyes flutter open.
TIGER DURGA
(weakly) You… again…
Banyan smiles gently.
BANYAN
Yes. Again. And again. And again.
He leans closer, voice soft, almost affectionate.
BANYAN
You never learn. That is your greatest flaw… and your greatest charm.
Tiger Durga tries to push herself up — her arms trembling.
TIGER DURGA
I’ll… stop you… I always rise…
BANYAN
I know.
He reaches into his pocket.
Tiger Durga’s eyes widen.
She recognizes the white cloth.
TIGER DURGA
No… Not again… Not from you…
Banyan holds the cloth calmly, reverently — as if it is a ritual object.
BANYAN
You should know something before you sleep.
He leans close to her ear.
BANYAN
I know who you are.
Tiger Durga freezes.
Her breath catches.
TIGER DURGA
(whispering) No…
BANYAN
Pushpa....Wife of Gopal. Housewife of Calcutta. Protector of a city that never sees your face.
Her eyes widen — fear, shock, disbelief.
TIGER DURGA
How… long…?
BANYAN
(smiling) Since the very beginning.
The big breasted Hindu strongwoman is not tied but lies helpless on her back before Banyan.
TIGER DURGA
If you know… why not expose me…?
Banyan gently places a hand on her shoulder.
BANYAN
Because secrets are more powerful when they are kept. And you… are far more useful when you rise again.
He lifts the cloth.
Tiger Durga’s eyes widen — then roll upward as he presses it to her face....while reaching under her tiger pelt skirt with his free hand...combing through her thick matted glossy black pubic hair...finding her huge clitoris and fingering it rapidly
TIGER DURGA
Her toes flex sharply… then relax… her body softening as consciousness slips away.
TIGER DURGA
(voice fading) Hhhhhhhhhh… hhhhhhhhhhhh...hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The big breasted Hindu strongwoman has a series of gigantic orgasms which intensify the power of the chloroform.
BANYAN
Yes. The game continues.
Her eyes close fully.
Her body goes limp.
Banyan watches her for a moment — serene, victorious.
He signals his guards.
BANYAN
Take her away. Leave her somewhere quiet. She’ll sleep for hours… and wake confused, determined, and beautifully reckless.
The guards lift her unconscious form and carry her out of the chamber.
Banyan turns away, hands clasped behind his back.
BANYAN
(softly) Calcutta needs its heroine. And I need my game.
He walks into the shadows.
End