Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

23. I made you Prostitute!

2/16/2022

Aana jo, aake kabhi, phir jana jaaana nahi....

13th April 1927

Evening 08:50 PM

Location: Somewhere in the middle of the road to RC Mansion from local market

Not paying much attention to that random lady's unfathomable remarks, Anirudh continued to drive towards his home, their grand RC Mansion back. He was smiling admiring backseat of his open green motor gadi full of toys for kids, sweets for family members and balloons tied securely there at the back.

On the way suddenly Fluffy formations billowing past the moon known as cumulonimbus clouds appeared in countless eerie shapes and sizes within the troposphere, Anirudh initially avoided those and he accelerated the speed to reach home before rain starts to pour but with his vehicle sped up, acoustic effect of electrical storm accompanied by strong windsand made him change his mind and take shelter somewhere temporarily, the rain started to pour heavily and it tasted bitter even though the pollution was not high like now days.

Anirudh rotated the steering wheel right to take shelter in hut like home, he quickly took out all the parcel of sweets and toys with his briefcase of important documents.

His hair and clothes were semi wet, a pregnant married women aged 17-18, draped in white and red authentic Bengali saree properly opened the door of hut hearing someone's footsteps and knock. Her man was eating dinner sitting on the floor, finding another man at doorstep, her husband signaled her to get in, she tried to take a good view of some familiar face standing in the dark in very dim flickering light coming from inside before obeying his 'Swami' but couldn't recall his identity.

Anirudh fathomed their discomfort but had no choice, he stood there shifting away from their door not to invade their privacy with all the parcels occupying his both the hands. He wanted to go back asap because he knew after Dinner very soon all the kids will be fast asleep, argh! but intensity of the rain was threateningly increasing. He stood hiding himself there but a mirror hung just beside their door did not hide the love between the couple, that lady was fanning her husband slowly by the time he was eating and feeding their twin daughters. He tried to overlook it but his a very hearty desire to spend a family moment like this didn't permit him to avoid that healthy family moment. Admiring them a sloth smile made up to his lips as he remembered that night with Binitha where she took very good care of his bruises and they mutually kissed before they both slept soundly. The next louder thunder brought him back to reality and his heart dropped thinking about that pure soul who last night begged him not to visit her again.

An individual tear of unknown ache made it's way to his cheeks and settled on his electric indigo vest, his spectacles were still on contributing extra amount of maturity to his a lil disheveled, dampened masculinity. The owner of that hut came at the door step with a kerosene lantern hanging in his right hand to his height level, his two daughters were clung to his legs either side of him, accompany him to offer any help if their baba needed to deal with a stranger outside. 

The hut owners mouth fell open when he found out the eldest son of Zamindar Roy Choudary's and infamous Barrister babu in Tuslipur and nearby areas was that man seeking some shelter.

"Amaye knoma korben Barrister babu, due to darkness I couldn't recognize you. Please come inside and be seated.", The man bowed at him and gestured his daughters to make a seat for their high profile guest.

"No, no I am all fine, please don't bother yourself and family.", He passed a genuine smile at them promptly wiping the tears coming out his eyes.

"Barrister babu, we are poor but our place is neat and safe to stay in heavy rainfall.", The man made a hesitant effort to take the baggage from Anirudh's hand, By the time the small girls have made a aasana(a seat) for Anirudh using a mat made of coconut outer shell's fibers, kept securily only for guests. He didn't disrespect their hosting and transferring some bags of sweets and toys to that man he seated on the aasana made very lovingly by those loving angels. The lady poured some water in earthen glass to serve the only available welcome drink for any guest, meanwhile Anirudh started to take out few boxes of sweets and toys to offer it to the children and the family hosting him avoiding that unknown fear striking his soul for Binitha, for whom he has developed a kind of un avoidable attachment and affection.