Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

9. Solace!

11/29/2021

Date, Time, Minutes everything matters in real life journey and stories both.

2nd march 1927

Location: RC Mansion

morning 7:17 am

Anirudh who was in the brothel whole last night with that prostitute came back to his home early morning. Disregarding his kaka's queries and smirks on his way, he entered in his bedroom.

"Minee, Mineeee...., kaha ho tum?", He was annoyed, his voice laced with disquiet.  

Hysteria gripped him, He started searching for her in every corner of their room, their balcony, under the table, under the bed, behind the cupboard everywhere but his eyes couldn't catch her glimpse. He was getting restless by each passing sec. Last night's memories and his face resting on that prostitute's bare bosom in the morning was vexing him. He didn't know what to do now, it was highly unacceptable for him that he transgressed his morals and principles that too under that half of his age small girl's influence.

The morning scene of the day was eating him from inside, once again when it fleshed in his memory, his anger vent out on the vase, making his palm bleed. He just wanted some solace, and his believe remain intact that his love for his wife will never fade just because one sinful night. He is still a man who respects every women. He knocked on the washroom's door in urgency yes, she, his wife was there inside the bathroom taking a shower, in her embrace he will certainly get that needed solace and he will forget everything about last night.

Isn't it universal truth that true love gives you shelter and work as ice to the burning soul.

He has grown calm in nature in last few years then why was he being impulsive, why was he doubting his love for his wife only because of last night, just one night with other women doesn't break true love's tie isn't it, especially when he did not initiated it, his intentions were not filthy for that prostitute, he simply wanted to see her, he wanted to pave the way with some more soft efforts to mend her mind so that she is ready to come out of that hell, but he ended up there like any other sex pervert visiting the brothel. No, He believes he was worst then them coz he got influenced with that teenage girl's seductive approach.

The blood has drenched his sleeve but he didn't care he only wanted to make himself believe that he is still the man living on his high morals known as Barrister Anirudh Roy Choudhary and only his Mini's Anirudh. 

When Saudamini took some time in coming out, he panicked more and searched for packet of cigarettes to lower his internal perturbation. He smokes daily, one before going to bed since when he had pushed Bondita out of his routine life but today, he needed that in the fresh morning to calm himself until Saudamini comes out to comfort him. He lit two cigarettes at a time and started to inhale it's smoke impatiently like his whole life depends on it, his fingers holding the cigarettes were fumbling on his quivering lips, his bleeding hand coloring his white shirt Red. 

In sometime Saudamini came out, she saw their room has become a whole mess and Anirudh smoking in the morning like any other regular smoker, his waistcoat still in his hand and his disheveled look made everything clear to her.
His drenched in worry, guilty face made her heart twitch too NO, she was not worried because of his hell shocking condition but she felt dejected coz it was clear from his behavior that he had finally touched that prostitute, she never wanted to believe this side of him, she had emotionally blackmailed him for visiting the brothel but that was only because his Kaka came to her joined hands, pleading. 

Her skin flushed in anger, she didn't care about his shattered condition or his bleeding hand, instead of comforting her disturbed husband she rushed to him with the intention of venting her anger on his misdeed regards her.

She pushed his smoking frame with all her might, the cigarettes fell down on the floor. She unfastened his shirt is urgency to witness that prostitute's nail marks depth on his bare body and started to complain and blame his feeble love for him. She was hitting his chest with all her force and he couldn't do anything to control her instead his mind suggested to make love to her, It would confirm himself too that his love for her was secured and untouched.

He was splintered and wanted a lap to cry but his wife didn't understood it and his broken self made fragile attempts to comfort his over reacting wife, who herself emotionally blackmailed him to visit that prostitute against his will.

He pushed her on the wall behind, he did not even feel the burning sensation caused on his foot palm by the still lit cigarette on the floor. He tried harder to calm her in her way but his self won over her selfish broken self this time, he first desired to get his share of containment over hers and it was happening for the first time in their happy married life, he processed in the way he liked, he kissed her harder, he ripped her clothes and started to find the solace for his lips, his eyes, his heart and his burning soul after that brain hammering night in her wife's freshly bathed scented figure.... He was so disturbed over the question hitting his mind again and again, why was he so grief-stricken because his love for his wife was not so strong that his lips melted in that little girl's lips, he liked her taste, he liked her softness surpassing her unethical req as per his gentleman mind or he believes that soft corner for that girl in his heart was blooming more day by day. He was loving his lifelong love then why was he recalling everything about that prostitute now when he was in his Mini's embrace...

"Anirudh You Don't LOVE me any more....", Saudamini sobbed bearing his painful thrusts. her words brought his mind back there at it's place.

"Nooo!, No mini I only love you. Trust me", he hushed in delirium. "But she was soft, soft like marshmallow, her skin was like caramel, sweet. I don't know why but I feel like she wanted to fly but someone clipped her wings, she has so much to say, so much to complain but no one is there to understand her....."

He breathed out about that girl with whom he was with last night.

And she tried to push him away from her, infuriated on the fact that he has started caring about that prostitute just like he did 6 years ago too for some random girl and gave her place to that her 8 year old in his life, She became his first wife she fumed remembering Bondita's face. But she made another point quickly that, this time she can't afford this, she will make sure her win every time over any other women in his life. His divided attention off her beauty made her heart more black but she doesn't care, she just wanted his obsession over her and her beauty must not fade away. 

She pulled him back on her, on the thought of him forgetting her touch. She made more desperate attempt to show him that she was still the same, he was still the same, he only craves for her, she wanted him to believe that she is his everything and he is hers either by hook or crook, she did the same 6 years back too, her triad character took advantage of his desponded state after he sent Bondita away from him using her fake blindness as an excuses. She smirked and made his hands glide over her naked body sensually, she couldn't differentiate the love-less touches between them but he could. Their love making was not same as before, the composer he was seeking in her embrace was no where in season. He didn't dare to show it to her and continued his ministration in attempt to break the wall which has begun to build between him and his wife. 

The whole day he spent with his wife to overcome the newly build tension in his mind but whenever he closed his eyes that young age girl, his reserved prostitute's face surfaced in front of his eyes along with the brain eating introspection- 'how could he?, how come, how was it possible that he lost his control that he reciprocated her kiss on his lips and he loved her taste too. WAS HER SOFTNESS, HER TASTE, HER TENDER TOUCH WAS THE SOLACE HE WAS SEEKING FROM SAUDAMINI WHEN HE CAME BACK?'

Why that prostitute's touch felt placid while his heart sensed some malice today in his Mini's touch when he was in her embrace?