Love which is Blooming in a Brothel(Ongoing)

24. Sweets made of tattered milk.

3/3/2022

People start to believe what you want them to believe; for that you must believe yourself first that you can make them believe in your beliefs. (Smirks*)

14th April 1927

Morning 03:17 AM

Location: Guest room, RC Mansion

Garbed in ivory white Kashmiri shawl almost covering his silky off-white kurta Anirudh descended the staircases to check on Binitha's health.

Koyli who was taking care of Bondita almost dozed off sitting on the floor when as per her understanding she was sure that Barrister Babu's female guest's condition was not deteriorating anymore.

On the hint of footsteps approaching towards the guest room, Koyli got up making herself presentable before the owner of footsteps really enters in.

Anirudh stepped in quietly and lighting another candle from the dying one he glared at Koyli, his deadly non-blinking gaze sent fear-shivers down her spine. She lowered her gaze and joined her hands together apologizing.

"This shouldn't be repeated again.", he warned her. "Now leave, take some rest and in the morning be available on time with breakfast Som suggests."

With a very subtle yet sharp nod he gestured Koyli to exit. She left gulping chunks of blue funk.

"Dugga Dugga..! She murmured touching her ears one by when she was out of guest room. She felt her lungs respirating oxygen once again bringing life to her. "I wonder how our Bondita Bahurani Ji in that little age was able to control Chhote Malik's anger with ease. Don't know about others but I and Bihari babu miss you Bahurani Ji."

Rubbing her teary eyes, she advanced towards her dedicated corner room of the haveli.

The dying candle which lit another one just before it's flame flickers one last time was died now. The light which was scattered there was borrowed from the last candle same as, Anidita's new relation getting small flick from their previous un-completed one.

Softly pressing his knuckles on her forehead to check her temperature, he sat beside her sleeping frame. He just sat there numb, beholding her swollen and scratched face, 'Her warriorlike beaming face was glowing in dim candlelight differently to celebrate a win that at least like other sex-workers of Heeramandi she didn't give up before fighting with a beast in disguise of a client.'

"Sex-workers are human too; they sell their bodies not their 'souls and self-respect'. Doesn't matter because of whatsoever reason men wish to get pleasure or to be specific sexual-pleasure from women available in brothels; that privilege is made available to you-- now go, have sex, and come back. This process will not be difficult for them, the prostitutes as well as you as a human-being. Using foul language and inappropriate touching is not the way to fulfill your manly desires, it can be done in most gentle ways to so, without any reason forcing the prostitutes too to perform any sexual intercourse against their wish; opens the gates of hell for that individual above. No human being should be treated as an object for the most sensitive human physical act called sex. Never. Be it a male or female both are equivalent so, consent of both while performing hardcore, softcore, romantic, in dedicated position, place, BDSM any kind of sexual activity is must.", Anirudh was thinking deep caressing Binitha's head tenderly.

Anirudh's stubbles pricked his palm and tears pooled in his eyes flowed down his cheeks, wiping the tears he pledged, "From now onwards I am going to take care of everything which will happen in your life Binitha! whether you want it or not.", His voice was too firm to pledge this for any prostitute, his teeth were clenched tight disappointed with himself that he obeyed her like any naïve man who is unaware of prostitutes world. He despite of known to misfortune written in girl's fate who gets admitted in Brothel by any mean he will not be able to forgive himself ever for this worst decision he has taken, being fully aware when a woman was put on stake.