Angeline - His Uninvited Queen ✅

58 - The Confession

Arun's POV:

It took almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon to meet the procurer after a long wait, to receive some ugly teasing from him for buying a woman for lifetime, to meet their head, to make them delete all the awkward photos of Pavitra, to pay the cheque for 7 lakhs, and to leave the place after they made sure it was a real cheque. Surprisingly, their head was a woman who looked 45 years old, whose face had no emotions other than a greed for money. She had male servants like goons. They followed every command of her with politeness and loyalty. Even the procurer was her servant who trafficked souls for her ugly business.

I had an understanding that no women come to this field with their wish so as their head. But why did she change into a head who was focused on money, instead of saving other women? She would go to any extremes to torture the other young women for money, it seemed. Was she a victim or victimizer? I didn't know. Maybe, she was both a victim and victimizer. Some people wear their scars like precious jewels, making themselves more beautiful and empathetic. Some people throw their scars on others like weapons, making themselves hideous and cruel. It's just their level of maturity that plays the role irrespective of genders.

Anyway, when I came back to the coffee shop, it was about 4 o'clock in the evening. Angel and Pavitra were waiting outside the coffee shop. They both looked exhausted, especially Angel was leaning to Pavitra's shoulder tiredly, her hands holding Pavitra's upper arm. Her tiredness sent a haunting chill down my spine. I halted my two-wheeler in front of them and asked restlessly, "Angel, what happened??" I got down from the bike.

Angel stood straight. Pavitra answered, "She is just tired because it took so long for the shopping and for the medical test. Nothing problem."

I noticed Pavitra's dress now only. She was wearing a baby pink kurti that flowed gracefully, contrasting with a black bottom and black cotton dupatta that covered her chest. The eye piercing maroon lipstick was gone, revealing her soft pink lips. Her hair was clutched with a center hair clip, and her forehead had a black bindi. No one would say she was a sex worker. She looked just like another random woman who we get to see around us everyday. In fact, she looked more beautiful without the masks. I understood that every sex worker has a beautiful woman inside them, who may be living or dead. Inside Pavitra, the beautiful woman was living. Inside their head, the beautiful woman was dead.

Pavithra added, "What happened there? Should I go back to those monsters or should I come with you?"

"I paid the money. You are free now," I replied flatly, grabbing Angel's hand, and snapped without being able to see her tiredness, dragging her inside the coffee shop, "Why were you waiting outside? If you are tired, you could have waited inside, sitting and having food or at least snacks relaxingly, right?" I made her sit on a chair, and settled near her. Pavitra settled opposite to us.

Angel replied, forcing a smile. "You please don't care about me."

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why can't I take care of you? You take care of me even now, right? Even yesterday, you couldn't see my pain when Mahi bit me, right?"

She averted her gaze. "No. I couldn't see Mahi's cry. That's why I rushed to her. Not to you."

"Nice joke." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. "Let it be. Maybe you care about Mahi and Mahi only. Not about me. But I will take care of you. Even if the world is against it. Even if you yourself are against it."

She gulped, lowering her eyes. But before she could respond, we heard Santhosh's voice nearby us, "Angel, what a surprise? When did you come back?" He settled near Pavitra without even asking her permission.

Pavitra looked at him strangely as if she thought, "Who is this joker?"

Angel responded, "I returned yesterday only."