Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

3. His Letter!

11/20/2021

Being Fituri(Impulsive), Ziddi(stubborn) can be our nature but with time when you are in your mid-thirties and you are a family man, maturity and other things automatically takes over everything.

14th Feb 1920(His first wedding night)

at 11:55 PM:

'Anirudh Jawab do, kaise hum kisi kulhin ladki ko apne ghar ki bahu man le, kuch toh izzat ka khyal kiya hota hamari. ' Kuch Bolte Q nahi?, his kaka growled. He was standing there like he was born dumb.

'Qki gunge hai......Bol nahi sakte...tabhi mujhe bhi jawab nahi diya inhone.....jab Shubhodristi par pucha tha maine inse ki kya PATI hai mere.' 

An eight year lil girl's voice reached to Roy Choudhary's ears. She was his wife, his first wife.

14th Feb 1927(His Sixth Anniversary day)

Location - Shishmahal, Hiramandi

at 11:55 PM:

A very young prostitute reserved for him, alone was blabbering till now in front of him, he didn't utter a single word. He was trying to acclimatize his lost soul to that place and was pondering does this unknown girl holds some known aura to him.

'Aaap gunge hai?..... Bol nahi sakte?, aap zawab q nahi de rahe mai kab se puch rahi hu ki CLINT babu aap naraz toh nahi ho gaye mujhse?.'

Her voice resembled to that little girl's voice who was his first wife, her standing at their main door, swaddled in bridal attire as his newly wedded wife small figure reeled in his memory.

On the other hand, that small courtesan was getting restless on her first client's silence, on his stoned figure standing there, the worry of losing that big room was provoking her to ask more question and clear the things if he really didn't like her. She turned around to face him now, her long hair were resting on her left shoulder.

"Boliye na client babu aur kya kar sakti hu mai aapke liye." She said shaking him and finally managed to untie that mere piece of cloth covering her bosoms. "Dekhiye maine khula liye hai apna blouse, aaiye, aaiye na ab jo karna hai kar lijiye par aise khade mat rahiye qki agar mai aapko pasand nahi aayi toh woh Tarabai yeh kamra phir se kisi aur ko de degi aur mai yaha zyada din rahna chati hu."

She requested standing half naked in front of him.

Squeezing his eyes shut he gestured her to stop, not to utter even a single word but she didn't listen to him and continued begging him to go ahead and touch her like Rasiya has informed her what happens behind the closed door. 

Her words were hurting him, Anirudh couldn't bear this anymore and kissed her lips so that her pleadings will stop. She didn't knew how to react on this gesture of his. 'Bondita woh jo kare use karne dena' Rasiya's word rang in her ear and she remain stood there like inanimate object.

He kissed her lips for long until he felt she was getting breathless. He removed his lips from her and opening first few buttons of his shirt he walked towards her half naked frame........

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Late night when he reached home, the function was over, no one was awake but Saudamini was. How could any wife sleep when her husband visited another women. She peeped through their window 'when he come back, his shirt was half open, his appearance unkempt, corner of his lips colored in faded red color.' and the worst was yet to come when instead of coming to their room, in her embrace he went to his study. 

She followed him and saw what was he doing there?, he was drinking alcohol. She hugged him, keeping the glass in his hand aside but when, her eyes caught that lipstick marks on his lips she couldn't stop herself from asking him...

"Was that prostitute more beautiful than me Anirudh! that you forgot me at once, was she good in bed too." She was searching for a no in his eyes.

But her karma hit her hard again, he detached her from him and blinked in affirmation. It broke her heart and she left from there gulping the glass of alcohol down her throat.

Next day, 15th Feb 1927

Morning 9:16 AM.

Ab tak Hiramandi ka Shishmahal jo Tarabai chalati k darwaze khule bhi nahi the ki is infamous Barrister ne waha dastak di, jo waha kabhi aana nahi chahta tha par kal raat aaya tha uss virgin prostitute k pass uska pahla clint ban kar.

Tarabai was sitting at her dedicated place busy with her betel 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 opened the door and let him go inside the Shishmahal because they knew about this high profile customer.

"Are aaiye aaiye...Barrister Babu! welcome." Tarabai gestured him to come in. "lagta hai Barrister babu ko Shishmal ki woh komal kali bahut pasand aayi aur ab inse din me bhi nahi raha ja raha, jaiye usi kamre me hai woh, use de diya hai humne woh kamra tab tak k liye jab tak aap uske customer rahenge, uske pass aap kabhi bhi aa ja sakte hai."

Her tone was buttery and soft for this new elite customer.

"Tarabai uss ladki ka naam kya hai?" He asked politely.

"Aapko naam se kya karna hai, aap maze lijiye bas.", He had lost his authority to yell at that pirate eye women because he himself came here last night and understood her tone suits her business. "Zyada acchi lag gayi ho toh koi naam khud de dijiyega."

She was smirking at his helplessness because Bondita has informed her already that he has said 'he will visit her again'. Anirudh didn't argue with Tarabai and walked out from there.

He didn't go to RC Mansion back instead he travelled to his first sasural.

"Are Anirudh babu, aap yaha achanak." Bondita's Mama welcomed him. 

"Woh Bondita aur Sumati Ma se milna tha." Anirudh replied greeting him.

"Jab se aapka Bibah(marriage) tuti hai Bondita k sath, woh aapke baccho ka vivah todni wali kanoon ki vajah se, woh nahi milna chahte aapse aur khat likhti rahti hai na Bondita aapko kabhi kabhi usi me khush rahiye." her Mami replied coldly.

"Ha khat milte hai mujhe uske, mai bahut khush ki woh school me bahut acche anko se pass hoti hai, aur yeh bhi manta hu ki koi rishta nahi hai hamare beech phir bhi request kar raha hu ek bar dur se hi milne dijiye usse."

"Are jaiye jaiye, humne ya usne nahi kahe the aapse paise bhijwane uski school fees k woh aapki marzi thi apni dusri shaadi karne ka sauda kiya hai aapne  usse par meri bhanji ko aise koi bhi dekhne ya milne ki iccha nahi kar sakta woh koi bazaru aurat nahi hai", His mama growled, plastering his fear of getting exposed.

Being a family man his demand to meet any girl was inappropriate. He knew it. He joined his hand to greet her Mama Mami again and left the place.

He reached home and the first thing he did was to write a letter to his Bondita.

"Bondita,

Mai bahut khush hu ki Tum bahut accha kar rahi ho apne acedmics me isi tarah aage badhte rahna aur Barrister Babu Bondita banna. Apna aur Apni ma ka roshan karna. 

Ek baat kahna chahta hu tumse, umeed karta hu tum mujhe galat nahi samjhogi, mujhse milogi ekbar jaha tumhe sahi lage, bas ek baar milna chahta hu aur tassali karna chahta hu tumhe dekh kar ki tum kushal se ho.

Ek aur req hai ki apne mama mami ko yeh baat pata mat lagne dena Qki woh kabhi nahi samjhenge ki meri neeyat galat nahi hai. ab tum badi ho gai ho pata nahi pachan bhi paunga ya nahi par, par tum samjhti ho mujhe Bondita, mujhe pura yakeen hai.

Tumhare,

Barrister nahi Birristara Babu."