Suit And Surrender

She Was an Escort?

I made my way toward the ladies' room, and few smiled at me but most gave me jealous glares.
God, I didn't need this right now, so I went outside and to a second ladies' room, which was farthest, last in the hallway, It was empty.
It was huge with cream and white marble along the floor, I looked at the stalls, with glass doors.

What is the use of different stalls if you are using the glass door?
Ahh... This would be heaven for voyeurists.

I anyway don't need to pee so the door would not be a problem.
I went inside.
The glass turned from transparent to opaque as I locked the door.

Sorry, voyeurist, this is not made up for you.

But
What the hell?
Why this man has to show his wealth in doors even?

I took deep breaths, to calm myself.

I assessed my problems,
Why am I hurt?
Why do I expect him to tell?
There must be some reason, the man had put his entire world at my feet, the woman he had met a few months back.
Then how can be hostile, and hateful to the woman who had brought him into this world without any solid reason?

He will tell you when the right time will come.
Will the right time ever come?
Of course, It will. After giving myself enough pep talk, and bettering up my composure, I went out.

I looked at the woman, retouching her lipstick. She must have come after I came.
Is she here deliberately?

I went to the sink, washed my hands, and studied her expression as she was studying back at mine.
I stiffened knowing who she is.

I could see some similarities between her and Jayraj, same hair and eye color,  and shape of eyes but not enough to guess he is her son.
Even at this age, she is beautiful.

She gave me a friendly smile but I didn’t.

If she was alive, why did Jay have to work and sleep in stations? Why?

"Hii.. we didn't get a chance to talk so I thought, I am sure you must have questions as you didn't know about me, and we both have one thing in common, our love for Jayraj."

"I don't know what happened between you both. And that's not my business, If I have any questions I will ask Jayraj.
But one thing I know is that my Jay would never hate the one who truly loves him. So you need to check your love because I can clearly see he hates you, And my love and your love for him are not the same, I would never abandon him."

"I didn't abandon him, Aarna." She said with a sad look.
"I feel like I have failed as a mother."
I didn't reply.

"I like what you are wearing, who designed it?" She asked with a pleasant expression.

Is she bipolar?

"I don't know, Jayraj's stylist picked it up," I replied coldly.

"Oh, Jiva. Very talented and beautiful woman."

I tried to assess her, but I couldn't see any fakeness,
Either she is a good human or a good actress.

"Yeh, she is." I didn't smile.

"My son is very kind-hearted, you know. She was in the escort service. But Jayraj brought her out of that hell, he saw talent in her, and invested in her business, and Look where she is now, a stylist of many big celebrities and businessmen." She said with a smile.

Escort?
Jayraj's old ways,
I can guess how they met, I felt the blood drain from my face, putting two and two together, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Oh, he didn't tell you about this."

She didn't need an answer. My expressions were enough to guess.
I wish I am as good at hiding my expressions as Jay Is.