Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

11. Mutual Kisses!

12/9/2021

Love encompasses a range of strong and positive emotional and mental states, from the most sublime virtue or good habit, the deepest interpersonal affection, to the simplest pleasure.

8th March, 1927 

around 10:01 PM

Anirudh is still in that brothel with his reserved prostitute.

Bondita was muttering her understanding about life as per occurrences of event in her life. Anirudh did notice that she has been through the brutal past and is suffering from that trauma in present too.

She had learnt the art of hiding emotions so well and has forcefully accepted her fate. Sometime, she still wants to be free from there, she still wishes to live a happy life but Alas!.....

Anirudh too believes that everyone has right to live a happy life regardless of their past and until he convinces her to get out of that hell, he will not give up and give her whatever makes her happy  he will certainly give her that. He will continue coming here until he gets to know how many secrets her stitched heart treasures which are tormenting her innocent brain too. This way he will be certainly saving an another life, like he did about 7 years ago saving that 8 year old girl from burning alive.

"Kaha tha tumhara sasural?", Anirudh broke the silence, he wanted to know who were those criminals who were responsible for such pity condition of this blooming flower.

"Kuch yaad nahi client babu! mai bahut chhoti thi na tab?", Bondita replied coldly.

"Kitni chhoti?"

She preferred silence.

"Bolo Binitha kitni chhoti thi tum tab ?", Anirudh's voice pitch raising high, his heart becoming restless.

"Woh.woh.woh pata nahi shayad 8 ya 9 saal ki.", Bondita replied fathoming his spiking emotions from his dilating pupils.

Her answer startled him, he remembered the whole Brijwasi incident from the past, when he trashed Bondita out of his life, she was about of same age, she was so young then, she was a lil child herself who did that crime purposely as per him may be! to buy more Roshogullas herself coz she only had one and only addiction of Roshogullas that too she did not eat when her patibabu explained why she must not eat Roshoullas when he was trying to cure her bed wetting problem on his own.  He could feel his breath struck in his throat, he was chocking yet he still asked next question, just to make himself believe that his Bondita is safe and is in London, her Dugga Ma can not write such vicious fate of her favorite child.

"Binitha kuch toh yaad hoga, unka naam, gaav ka naam ya kuch bhi, please! yaad karne ki koshish karo na.", Anirudh implored in chocked voice.

"Nahi Client babu, mujhe kuch yaad nahi.", She strictly denied.

"Koshish karo kuch yaad aa jayega.", Anirudh pleaded sitting behind her, fathoming her cold expressions in the mirror in front of them.

She nodded in negation.

His watery eyes pleading, the thread pairing white lilies was cutting the scar on his hand. His head looking at her in some hopes.

"Pata hai bas mere patibabu kahte the ki mere liye alag duniya banana chahte the par tab pata nahi tha woh Duniya yeh thi, yeh Rang Biranga Shishmahal." She repeated some of his words whatever she still remembers from their last conversations, roaming her eyes around in that room build of colorful glasses.

His bleeding palm didn't let him concentrate on her words, making her turn at him shocked. 

His blood has colored his pant dark maroon over his knee. A lone tear escaped her left eye when she was examining his deep wound. She knew it was hurting him and is not healing from long time. She ran to the kitchen hurriedly shoving the people coming in her path. She came back with the Haldi Powder and sprinkled over his blood gushing palm.

The turmeric when applied fresh, it burns that bruise area, he flinched in pain, his eyes squeezed shut.

"Anirudh aur uske gusse ko sambhalne wali mil gayi hai hame, Hamari bahu Bondita.", Suddenly his kaka's word's rang in his mind at that moment, when once Bondita's cleverly applied turmeric powder on his cuts, that dolled beauty with brain clad in Banarasi silk saree fleshed in his memory. 

He felt like his heart may explode by encountering such similarities between Bondita and this girl. He opened his eyes to find that celestial gleam in her eyes.

She was done with temp bandage of her dupatta on his hand to stop it's bleeding and was blowing on it, her warm breath turning cold before reaching his hand due to the distance of 10-15 cm between his hand and her mouth. 

He was healing, his Bondita was helping him in healing his pain, his deep scars.

She made him sit on her dressing stool and offered him some water. He drank the water not disconnecting his eye connect with her. 

He couldn't find that spark in her eyes, they were dull, matte. He didn't understand how to feel about it good or bad, He started to walk out to leave the place as he couldn't take it any more. A corner of his heart which bleeds was hurting more. He was feeling bad for that pure soul and somewhere her caring nature was melting his heart for her, he didn't want to leave her company so soon, may be because at his home no one cares for him in such a hearty way. 

He started to walk out with gloomy heart, longing to stay in her company for more time. The night was getting darker outside, standing in front of mirror she was watching him go, she turned immediately to avoid that but the reflection placed in front didn't help her, she could easily sense he was pretending to walk normally but is having trouble in walking. 

She tried hard not to melt on his condition again but her kind heart didn't let him go suffering. She blocked his way and made him sit on the couch beside. 

She didn't gave any chance to speak or fathom her ministrations, she opened his shoes and socks immediately. 

Her heart twitched seeing so many burns on his foot base. She has seen such scars on Rasiya and other prostitutes body and she knows these size burns comes from burning cigar or cigarettes. 

She looked up at him, his red rimmed eyes watery, face gloomy, his legs trembling, both the hands joined together making a fist. 

She could find the answer in his brimming eyes that he and his family has become so careless about his scars, surely they consider it small because he is a well grown man now.

She applied some ointment on his burns, making him lay on the sofa comfortably. 

About 6 years back when Bondita went away from him, obeying his orders, he was taking care of his blind love blindly who was his childhood friend Saudamini. Now, the way that prostitute was taking care of his aches without letting his tongue say a word, a realization dawn poured in his heart that Bondita had always valued his life, she has made a prominent position in his life due to her kind and witty nature and that void cannot be filled by anyone else ever. He still misses her.

After sometime when she was done with the application of ointment, came back to him washing her hands. She sat beside him tenderly caressing his forehead and unkempt hair. 

Both were silent just their lips yearning to melt in each other once again, their desirous eyes not blinking for a second, their hands followed the commands from their hearts and resting on each others head minimized the distance between their lips, their lips liquifying in their mouth after some soft smooches.