Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

12. White turned Red!

12/12/2021

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When I first saw you, I saw love

And the first time you touched me, I felt love

And after all this time, you're still the one I love, yeah...
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9th March, 1927

Location: RC Mansion

morning 7:17 am

Anirudh who was in the brothel with that prostitute whole last night once again just like one week back, returned to his home early morning. This time too disregarding his kaka's queries and smirks on his way, he entered in his bedroom.

His wife was following her daily routine was taking a shower in the bathroom. She smirked as soon as she heard his footsteps and opening and closing of the door from inside of the bathroom. She assumed he will be certainly looking for her, after all! he loves her so much and visiting that prostitute hurts him more than her because this way his life, his Mini was getting hurt. He would be feeling frustrated there that he hurt her once again and will be begging for her apology and love as soon as she steps out. She felt proud that her husband is obsessed with her beauty in such a way that he can never get enough of it and is visiting that brothel half-heartily just to fulfill his beautiful wife's wish, he can never go against her.

On the other side of bathroom's door in the room, Anirudh lit the pair of cigarettes and went to sit beside the white lily plants in the balcony. He was smoking pleasantly, rocking the rocking chair recalling the peaceful last night of his life.

The Night in the Brothel was so peaceful, after ages someone made him feel that his life too is equally important as other human beings, he being a strong man too needs that baby care if time demands. Last night once again he was that old Anirudh of whom his mother, his kaka and Bondita taken care the most when he was injured or in fever. He was simply any common man there, He doesn't needed to be extra protective there, he doesn't needed to be loving all the time, He doesn't have to behave strong than other common people there, he doesn't needed to think about anything, take care of anyone rather last night he was simply something precious which was under caution of an angelic soul in order to let him know the value of his individual life, his bleeding heart needed to be healed. 

He was puffing the pair of cigarette, sitting in a balcony on a rocking chair, his heart was beating in pure containment, lost in that prostitutes caring ministrations. He was enjoying the morning. He didn't want anyone to disturb him but a male voice outside from the garden disturbed him.

"Barrister Babu! Barrister Babu!", He was Bihari, RC's househelp, serving them since many decades now.

Anirudh gave him a neutral glare busy in blowing the puffs.

"Chhote Malik, maaf kijiyega! hum aapki balcony k paudho me kal pani daalenge woh aap nahi the subah toh...", Bihari informed him in advance just to save himself from the wrath of their Saudamini malkin for not watering the plants ontime was something, he has faced many times already in the past.

Anirudh just ignored him and Bihari too got busy in watering the plants again.

When Bihari was done with watering he left to look after other daily chores dedicated to him.

Anirudh's cigarettes burned till it's butt, he threw them aside this time may be he was being careful for his feet. A cigarette butt landed beside white lily's pot and his sight followed that. The plant looked shriveled due to the lack of moisture so the pair of flowers bloomed on it.