Choices

CHAPTER | 7

Revathi yet again felt like a trapped wild cat roaming around in her own room not knowing what was right anymore. She had run the institute for over a decade and she had never seen a day like this one before. A day where she had to decide what was right in her own field of expertise.

She had mastered the art of reading minds over the years. In her experience, there were only one relation that existed between a man and a woman – a relation that she was well aware of. A relation where there was nothing more than just a physical intimacy ruling out the needs of the heart most of the times.

Now, she was told that there existed another kind of relation, the one with something called as the internet where people sat in front of a monitor to see two strangers fuck each other. It was one thing to have sex with a stranger, but it was a whole other ball game of letting someone else tape it and showcase it to the world!

She felt frustrated. Was there nothing called privacy anymore? Sure, it was just an act, to satisfy the human needs for a pay... would it be the same if someone far away from her was watching what she was doing in her tiny space with another man?

Would she be okay with that if it was to happen to her?

Things were spiraling in her head and she was sure that in that spiral she would surely see her and her institution going to the drains. All these years of maintaining a good name about the discipline, cleanliness and the best products would see darker days, won't it?

Then again, in the positive note, she wouldn't have to do it... maybe someone else who was willing and was okay with that kind of exposure... that should be okay...

That only would mean, she would have to sit and explain the makings of an adult movie to each and every worker there. The younger ones might get involved too, maybe not in the actual scenes – let God forbid – but perhaps as an assistant to the videographer, or to get them food or drinks.

But morally, was she okay? It was one simple question, yet Revathi found difficult to answer it. She had tried to figure out the answers to her inner turmoil, but when it came to the query of being moral and just to the girls and boys out there, she turned out numb from fright and guilt.

Not everyone in her institute had come to her door asking for this kind of a work. Many of them were forced. Told them that this was the only way that was there. Told them that the society would never accept them for what they are once they were seen associated with the institute. It wasn't a healthy way to gather workers, but at that time, it seemed like the only option.

Now, after making them go through everything, was it okay to let them face the world so... openly?

And what was Nawab asking of her? He had wanted the new girl, Radhika to be in his videos. The girl who didn't know what she was getting herself into when she had agreed to work as a maid for Revathi.

Sure, Revathi wasn't very attached to the girl, but she was beautiful and had meat in the right places. Initially, it was only as a trophy that Revathi had got her into her humble abode. To let others know that she still had the eye to pick girls.

Revathi has assumed that she would be one among the many, who would take a few days to get adjusted to the new surroundings. But Radhika was different and it frustrated her to not able point it out.

"Daima?" A weak voice broke her mental monologue.

When Revathi turned around, she saw Radhika standing hesitantly looking at her feet. She was still dressed in her home clothes and was not ready for work. Suddenly, all the moral reasons vanished out of Revathi's mind.

Why was this girl not ready for work? Isn't work worship for her?

"What are you doing here?" Revathi stood up. "And what are you wearing? Get ready and go to your room at the hotel. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."