Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

19. Memories!

1/5/2022

Destinies can be cruel but love is always pure and peaceful.

13th April 1927

00:00 AM

Location: Shishmahal

"Are wah! tumhe padhna aata hai?", Anirudh said with a smile as he curved his spine down to lift those papers in his hands to see what are those.

Bondita gulped the nervousness down her throat and made a fragile attempt to lift those papers from the floor before him, and, in the process her hands got placed over his. Her touch was something familiar, those tiny hands of her were crafted to heal him whenever something was bothering him and his hands will remain strongest to pull her from any danger even when she is unknown to him. A tiny bottle of red Alta which she has packed from Roy Choudhary haveli was still with her and it dropped down from dressing when they both simultaneously bend to lift those papers, the Alta clad their hands in red color, forcing them to lock their eyes shining in love and emotional attachment for each other. After sometime when she dropped her eyes to look at their hands on the papers he too, lowered his eyes at their hands, he pulled out his white napkin from his right pocket and wiped her hands with utter delicacy, she admired him when he was doing so, when he was done with her hands he looked into her deep orbs which were fixated on him filled with loads of love for him. Breaking the eye lock with her, slowly he wiped the papers so that it doesn't get ruined much and then he wiped his own hands in the last, the Alta was not cleaned from one of his hand properly so she took his hanky and cleaned it with equal delicacy, he too was admiring her with so much love in his eyes for her. 

When she was done, both stood up, their hands were still holding onto each other. If he had seen those papers which he had placed aside to let it dry, that minute only he would have got to know that she was none other than his lil Bondita, his one and only disciple. 

He made her sit on her bed and put that hanky back in his pocket. He had pulled one single seater ottoman near her bed so he can talk to her face to face.

"Bolo Binitha, tumhe padhna aata hai? agar aisa hai toh pata hai woh insaan jisne bhi tumhe padhna-likhna sikhaya hai na use zaroor ladkiyo ko sakhshar(literate) banane me ruchi hogi ya tumse bahut pyaar karta hoga, kon hai woh Binitha?, kuch yaad ho toh btana chahogi mujhe.", He asked in softest tone.

Bondita couldn't bear it and hugged him, clutching his back securely in her hands and nodded her face in negation on his right shoulder. "Nahi client babu mujhe padhna nahi aata, aur woh bhi bilkul yaad nahi jo mujhe padhana chahte the, jab woh mujhe bhul gaye toh mujhe bhi unhe bhul hi jana chaiye na."

Anirudh pampered her back fondly, hiding his own emotion because of her pity state, "Han Binitha bilkul bhul jana chaiye tumhe us insan ko, jo tumhe bhul gya.", He said quite firmly, an anguish touch was laced in his voice too. 

His statement brought tears in her eyes as she wiped it before it lands on his clothes and broke the hug on which she felt his resistance. So many emotions were swimming in his dark, beautiful orbs.

"Bhul jaungi mai us insan ko jaise hi aap yaha aana hamesha k liye band kar denge. Shh..!, pakka.", She uttered in a sad smile.

His head hung low when she said that but it true na! that one day after she delivers his baby, he will stop visiting her and that filthy place, He has to look after his family and reputation after all.

He gave her a forceful smile and asked next, "Toh yeh papers?"

"Yadein hai bachi-kuchi, Kuch khatti, kuch mithi.", She giggled in sadness as she removed his spectacles to have a good look of his deep dark orbs. 

He too didn't object. He didn't remember if, someone has ever taken this much interest in his eyes. They speak a lot and are unread till now because only the purest hearts hold the potential to read the unsaid emotions. 

"Mere pass bhi hai kisi ki yaadein, Kuch khatti, kuch mithi.", He smiled at her. "Agar tum comfortable ho toh, kya un yaadoin ko mere hamesha k liye tumhare pass aana band karne k baad, bhulne se pahle ek baar yaad karna chahogi?, mujhe bhi koi mil jayega mere dil me kaid bahut meethi si yaadoin ko kisi k sath share karne k liye."

She blew on his eyes and he closed them as her cold breath lingered on them. This was pure bliss, her breath and fingers lightly brushing his eyes. 

"Han Client babu! mai bhi sunna chahungi kya hai aapke dil me aur kiske liye?", She removed her fingers off him and waited for his answer. 

He slowly opened his eyelids, her face had a hint of restiveness, her tearing eyes gazing the floor. 

He took a deep breath first, so that he can comfort her.

"If you are not comfortable, please don't mind." He patted her cheeks lightly. "You sleep, I will come tomorrow."

No, She was comfortable, most comfortable with him but discussion about those beautiful nine months with the same person who made them so cheerful, disguised in whole different identity in front of him gave her pain. But she has to do it because when she was waiting for him years ago, hoping that he will come again to rescue her but he didn't and after three-four months when she heard the news that he got married to her pari didi, who is his childhood love, she lost all the hopes.

Some day Rasiya's explained to a new girl who was admitted into brothel that, 'Men only care for their reputation and biological needs.' scared Bondita the most because the another girl too was married since last few years and has to adapt brothel because his man had married to some other woman and she was traced out of her Sasural for some small mistake, the new girl had bruises all over her body of violence. Looking at her condition she thanked Dugga ma that at least she was safe from violence of her Patibabu and in laws after he married some one else, the brothel seemed safest place her to live in, here she was neither chhodi hui Aurat nor unloving wife of her Patibabu. 

The another girl's dreadful condition filled anguish for him in her heart and that was the only reason she wanted to vanish her true identity and she is continuously refusing any remembrance of him or past related to him, she doesn't want him to know that she is Bondita otherwise he will punish her harshly because she was the reason behind his love's blindness. 

She was staying in brothel and has grown up now, physically and mentally. Girls staying there too are not devoid of natural emotions like fear, love, respect and all. They too feels everything but the outsiders only look at them either with lust or disgust. 

This natural emotions made her understand that how much he would have felt hurt seeing his love blind and it was only because of her helping Brijwasi, she disappointed him, her beloved kaka Sasurji who loved her like his own daughter.

Her heart was filled with grief, guilt anger and fear only for that one person who reappeared in her life as her client. She has assumed that they will never meet again so accepting brothel her everything was best option and she did so, under the caution of Rasiya bai brothel was the safest place her to live. 

But, his state when he reappeared was more devastating than when he asked her to leave him, his dark silhouette too was broken but not vanquished like his present condition. His crushed inside visible through his eyes melted her heart and she started loving him maintaining her another identity. His heart was so pure, his intentions always chaste that even any small insect or plant too will not be in any harm because of him, around him. She knew his true nature and he proved it once again when they met again where she was his reserved prostitute yet she was only loved and cared by him. What a cruel destiny? they were falling in love with each other where he was loving that angelic soul in another identity and she met his broken one where he was almost not that same Anirudh Roy Choudhary whom he was 6-7 years back. 

Kissing her head, he stood up to leave her but she didn't loose her grip on his white kurta like any child does. 

"Client babu, mat jaiye na....Sunaiye na apni kahani.", she pleaded with puppy eyes.