Choices

CHAPTER | 21

Lalith's stomach tugged guiltily as he heard the screams across the hall. It was all his fault and he knew it, but he couldn't admit it out loud now, could he?

Questions would be asked and right now, he didn't want to answer any of them and get the lime light on him. But then again, the only girl he could never get a taste of, was suffering because of him. Only if she had listened to him!

Why did she had to scream on top of her lungs when Lalith had clearly told her to keep her mouth shut? Why did she had to back mouth Daima after she was let out from the police station?

He cursed under his breath when he heard another helpless cry from the girl behind the doors. Ever since Daima had instructed her staff on duty to let the rash men out to her, Lalith knew that Radhika was etched in the bad books of everyone's beloved Daima. Now, there was only hell written in that gorgeous woman's future. That was for sure.

"Please, stop!" He heard her voice scream again, and Lalith had to look the other way to make sure that he was behaving like a professional.

It was hard especially when he had feelings for the only girl he couldn't have. Now, even thinking about having her made him feel slightly scared that he might hurt her beyond repair.

He wondered how blissful it would have been if his plans had worked out very well. He would have taken care of the beautiful beady eyed girl and she would have been screaming his name in pleasure rather than a cry like she was blaring right now.

The high-pitched screams rhythmically came down, just like the other nights, until there was no sound at all... always keeping him in the edge wondering if she had passed out or worse yet, dead from all the exhaustion those dominant drunken men brought on her.

It was always only for a few hours and the maximum that Lalith had seen was three. The men often went out after that no matter what time it was. It was as if they were scared to look back at the girl whose soul had been destroyed.

Lalith often tried to go back to make sure that Radhika was alright whenever it was his turn to monitor the reception, but he always backed away the last minute. He couldn't take the sight of the girl with dirty torn clothes which was covered in blood at times.

Now, as the sound from her room subsided, he encouraged himself to go to her room when the guy would come out and help her out in some way to put his culpable heart at ease. But when he saw the guy come out of her room, buttoning his shirt with a giant smug smile on his face, Lalith gulped audibly.

"Nice fuck." The drunken guy slurred, missing the button and its hole. "I'm sure she won't be able to get up till next week."

In spite of the anger, all Lalith could feel was the aghast fear creep up on him. What had he done to such a sweet girl?

Instinctively, Lalith took a step towards Radhika's room as the guy called him with a loud shout. "Here, the money for it." He placed a crumpled note on the table. And once he had, he stumbled out without another word.

After he had kept the money aside and noted it down under finances, a ritual he was trained to follow, he lifted his left leg up to reach Radhika's door. But he was yet again interrupted with a tap on the reception table.

"For one." The guy who had come said and Lalith rarely registered it until the next words were left from the stranger's mouth. "I want a room with Pinky."

Whipping his head towards the newer source of voice, Lalith recognized the man instantly. It was the same guy he had seen a few weeks ago - handsome and rich. The same questions nagged him. Why would a man with money come here while he could get a good fuck without a pay?