Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

7. Give Up!

11/28/2021

Being in a world where love is predominantly measured by physical intimacy. If realization of true love doesn't knock hearts right time they not only suffer they Bleed  lifetime.

1st March 1927

Anirudh received one last letter from her Mama-Mami, in which they have mentioned that Bondita will be finally departing to London today and from now on he must not trouble himself for sending money or visiting them.

Anirudh folded the paper and left for the Railway station hastily, avoiding the questions of his family members on his way.

He reached there to meet and apologize that small girl who is his responsibility at least for one last time because he was sure once, she lands in that English city, she will forgot everything and only focus on her academics.

He could have came across the truth about her that day only but train had departed already, he stood there dishearten in front of platform no. 2, his hands were inside his pockets, his eyes closed, some tears rolled down his cheeks too but he didn't know why? may be that 15 years prostitute's innocent dull face fleshed in front of him next.

He longed to check up on her immediately if she was doing fine, but his branded reputation found it so shallow.

He came back into his senses by some random passenger's shove and he walked to his car and moved the steering wheel of motor car in his work place's direction. He found out the contact no. of Calcutta sea port officials with the help of his higher officials.

He dialed the no. and got to know yes, some passenger named Bondita which was mistaken with actual name of the passenger Bonnie, will be travelling in next ship which is scheduled for London. Anirudh could have travelled to Calcutta port as well but continuous hearings restricted him. He was feeling relaxed that day and that is why after enclosing his work by dinner time in office, he directly visited brothel to meet that little girl who was his reserved prostitute.

He has already visited her 3 to 4 times earlier and in every next meet he longed more to get that girl out of that hell. 

He was the man of ethics may be that is why he was wishing good things for her but his sober mind come up with the next thought that, in which place he would be securing that girl because society will never let her live even as stray dogs and if he dares to take her his home she will be labeled as his KEEP, he will be recognized as person doing the "Keeping" of that prostitute coz he is bored of his first wife basically his character will be judged as womanizer.

All these sensible strong thoughts would have changed his decision to visit her but a soft corner for her remain persistent in his heart and he ended up visiting her. 

It was late night and as soon as he entered in that lavishly lit room of Brothel, he was shocked. The room was done differently than other days, the air of that room has intoxicating strong aroma, hitting his nose. The lights were lit softly then the fleshing ones just like he likes.

Once again, she was sitting in front of the mirror, polishing her nails. She turned to look at him as she heard footsteps entering inside to raveling her caramel-soft, sensual, delicate body to him. Her breasts half covered in pushup shimmery red color thin stripped blouse and the skirt was long but so many long slits by her inner thighs. Her lips color nude and lifeless like her life and dry eyes filled with double strokes of kohl.

It just pissed his heart seeing her like that but he didn't close his eyes today, she went to latch the door promptly, she offered him some welcome drink first. His throat was dry enough because late night no office help was there in his office to offer him water time to time, he drank that drink bcoz it was not alcohol. She then brought him to that bed and pushed him there, his figure settled there stumbling and before his mind react on her action, he felt her lips on his kissing and suckling them harder, it was evident she was so immature and is doing this forcefully. Her hands travelled to his waistcoat and managed to slip that waistcoat along his shoulders and now her hands were fumbling with his oxford white shirt's button, he detached her face off him with a jerk. 

They were both leaning on the bed, she was on him. 

When they both refilled their lungs with oxygen he looked at her, weird expressions his face emoting. 

"Kya kar rahi ho tum yeh?", he said roughly.

"Wahi jo aapne kiya tha mere sath jab pahli baar aaye the," she responded, her hands still busy with his buttons.

He pulled her hands away from his shirt and with a little force made her sit aside. 

"Uske liye mujhe maaf kar do aur tumhe yeh sab karbe ki zaroorat nahi hai, mai bas tumhara haal janne aaya tha.", he said calming his anger on her actions.

"Ohho, Client babu! yeh sab baatein na banaiye, mujhe pata hai aap bhi yaha mere sharir se apni pyaas bujhane aaye hai, aap chinta mat kijiye yaha sab hamare aur apne kapde utarne hi aate hi hai aur aap jo bhi karte hai woh rahta bhi inhi chaar diwari k bhitar hai, aapko bahar koi kuch nahi kahega iske liye, isiliye ab zyada samay barbad mat kijiye na mera na aapka.", she remarked bluntly trying to unhook that small piece of sheath covering her soft bosoms.

"Kya tumhe sach me mai aisa insaan lagta hu....Binitha?", he uttered gauzing her unchanged expressions.

"Hame insano se nahi paiso se matlab hota hai, clint babu jaldi kijiye na.", she said feeling irritated now. "Ab agar mai apne pahle client ko hi khush nahi kar payi toh Rsiya didi jaisi sabse zyada mang(demand) me kaise rahungi aur Tarabai se iss sabse acche kamre me rahne ki zidd bhi nahi kar sakungi."

He was avoiding that slowly building haziness in his head assuming it was due to excessive work load and found it better to leave that place asap.

He tried to get up from that bed but she pushed him again against his will. he felt his senses were leaving his side. Her Bosoms were now free of that sheath, she once again sucked his lips but a little softly this time alike she was liking the taste of his lips and he too gave up moderately, caressing her scalps gently.

Their lips melted in sweet rupture and his hazy mind couldn't understand the happenings properly.

"Client babu, F*** me! I know you came here for that only, Here no body cares for us, their white collar job or their family, they only care for their needs, Everyone around here says that the man who will be F***i** me once they will visit this brothel only for me coz I possess something which any man can barely forgot.", she breathed in little proud tone against his lips, his shirt was unfastened by now.