Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

8. Threat to reputations!

11/28/2021

There is a slight difference between the things we naturally like and the things we started to like due to strong force of surrounding and people.

28th Feb 1927

Location: Sheeshmahal

around 12:39 PM

The strong sound of slap across Bondita's right cheek echoed in Shishmahal, making her face twist on her left shoulder in a swift. The red finger marks on her light neutral skin were evident due to much blood rush and heat.

On open handed-blows intensity too Bondita didn't cry, she only caressed her cheek lightly. Her mind was trained by Rasiya in the way that she doesn't feel any more pain or pleasure in any of the happenings with her. She only has one dream to become like Rasiya who is high in demand since last few years and if she achieves that she was confident that not even Tarabai herself can throw her out of her favorite big room of Sheeshmahal,.

"Maine kya kiya hai Tarabai?", she asked in little louder tone.

By that time Rasia and other girls of that brothel have gathered in her room which was favorite of almost everyone's.

"Yahi toh dikkat hai, tu kuch karti hi nahi hai? Are woh Roy Choudhary hai, Zamindar hai, jo tujhse har baar milkar aise hi chale jata hai par yaad rakh Tarabai ko paise iske liye nahi mil rahe hai aur na hi tujhe isme khush hona chaiye. yaha toh tu apne pahle hi client ko rijha nahi pa rahi hai pata nahi aage kya hoga.", her right hand up in the air to interrupt Rasia in their matter, her left hand has squeezed Bondita's arm harshly, her tone reflecting disappointment. "Tu hi kahti thi na tu khaas thi apne uss patibabu k liye toh yahi baat iss vaishyalay me bhi kayam rakh KHAAS ban yaha phere lagane walo k liye, unhe mazboor karne k liye ki woh teri muh mangi keemat de, aur apne khaas hone ka ehsaas sabse pahle iss Roy Choudhary ko dilwa, use apne iss bemisal husn ki kardar karwa, use iss tarah kaid kar apni baahon me ki woh tujhe apna kuch dekar hi isse bahar nikle.."

"Par isme bechari Bondita ka kya dosh hai?", Rasia dared to speak, finally.

"Yeh Binitha hai kaha hai na tujhse, isne khud ne hi kaha tha na ki woh naam Bondita yeh bhulna chahti hai, kaan khol k sun le dobara mujhe yeh Bondita yaha sunai nahi dena chaiye.", Tarabai growled at Rasia.

"Toh aap hi btaiye aur kya karu mai?, kapde khole par toh uss B.B.Ba.Barri.ss.ter babu ko kuch farak pada nahi...", The girls around laughed on her true statement and started mocking her for that impossible failure. 

It was great insult, threat to her prostitute's label, reputation as per her young mind, She felt like crying. The same thing was repeating with her again, again no one was believing the truth which she was trying to convey. It was not her fault this time too. It was just her bad luck which was putting her in these detesting situation again and again.

But this time she didn't cry, remembering how that loving person who came in to her life as God also didn't believe her so what to expect from these common people.

"Mujhe nahi lagta tujhse kuch hoga aage bhi isiliye ab jaisa mai kahti hu waise hi karna bas yeh dawai use sharbat me milakar pila dena, baki Rasia tu aage ka bta de ise phir se, shayad!  Angrez afsaro wala koi tarika kaam kar jae.", she pushed Bondita in disappointment and left the place.

The girls around were still busy in mocking her failure with her first client, giving her the pity looks followed Tarabai.

Last time she doesn't feel insulted when her Patibabu threw her out because she too assumed somewhere it was her fault too that she managed the things secretly from him but now, she was a growing teenager and how could she bear such a great insult to her in beginning of her profession only because of some random unknown person, who is her first client.