Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

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11/16/2021

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15th Feb 1946

A 19 year old boy named Anirbon Roy Choudhary visits a place which is filthy and impure as per his Bade dada Mr. Trilochan Roy Chowdhary and other elite class, respected society folks.

But today he had too visit there because he needs some answers, he is searching for someone who holds a very special place in everyone's heart.

Morning 9:16 AM.

Ab tak Hiramandi ka shishmahal jo ab bhi Tarabai chalati k darwaze khule bhi nahi the ki iss naujawan ne waha dastak di.

Tarabai was sitting at her dedicated place busy with her betal and nuts while some of the girls of her brothel was still sleeping either with their clients or alone thanking one more day of their life has been passed while some were awake busy in their morning routine.

The gatekeepers had to open the door and let him go inside the Shishmahal because he was adamant to go back from where he has come without meeting Tarabai at least once.

"Are aao aao aao..." Tarabai gestured him to come in. "lagta hai Roy Choudhriyo ko shishmahal ki ladkiya kuch zyada hi bha rahi hai ki ab din me bhi nahi raha ja raha inse aur aaj toh naye khoon ne dastak di hai"

Her tone as always full of attitude and proud. She was chewing betal nuts now.

"Kya aap hi Tarabai hai yaha ki owner?" The boy asked politely.

"lagta hai apne baap par gaye ho shakl aur akal dono se, baat karne k tarika tumhara bhi sabhya hai.", she chuckled, glancing at a women aged between 33-35 who is sitting in the passage area of first floor combing another girls hair. "Bol kon chaiye? Saiba, Samina, Neena ya yeh nayi kamseen kali Rajjo kal hi aayi hai."

"Tarabai! mujhe meri Ma se milna hai, mujhe pata chala hai meri Ma yahi rahti hai." He asked being hopeful that she must be knowing who her mom is among all this women.

A loud sarcastic chuckle from Tarabai's mouth and again a glance at that beautiful lady who is listening to them but behaving very professional coz it was not her matter to interfere. "Kisne kah diya tujhse yeh bakwas, yaha rahti hai woh sirf vaishyaye hai yaha kisi ki Ma, Bahan jaise rishte nahi palte, woh Shishmahal ki choukhat par hi Bikhar jate hai. Samjhe! ab chale jao yaha se subah subah aa jate hai raag alapne Meri ma yaha rahti hai.. Huhh!!"

She gestured him to move outside.

"Woh dekhiye .." he pointed at the ladies duo and smiled subtly. "Aap jhooth Bolti hai woh dekhiye woh dono bhi Ma-Beti hai jo yaha rahti hai, mai daawe se kah sakta hu yeh."

"Apne barrister baap ki tarah daleele pesh karna band karo aur jao yaha se Qki woh hai Ma-beti zaroor par iss Sheeshmahal ki chaardeewari me , bahar k logo se unke bhi koi talluk nahi hai, sirf jismani rista rakha hai un logo ne inse bhi, kaho toh puchwa du?", Tarabai bai was ogling at him.

"Mere dono kaka bol rahe the ki meri Ma yahi hai isiliye Baba ab bhi aate hai unse milne yaha. bta dijiye na kon hai woh, shayad uss ladki ki tarah mujhe bhi meri Ma mil jaye." he requested her once again.