"Beta, tu 30 ka hone wala hai kuch mahino mein. Kab ladki dekhega tu" a woman taunted.
Akshath sighed and looked at his mother.
"Maa, aap chinta mat karo. Aajayegi jald hi" he assured calmly.
"Kya?? Matlab tune ladki dekhi huwi hai?" The woman's eyes widened in surprise.
"Hmm" Akshath hummed.
"Kon hai? Kidhar ki hai? Kya naam hai? Kya karti hai? Khandan kaisa hai? Kaisi dikhti hai?" She showered him with questions.
"Maa, mein jald la raha hoon usse. Fhir khud puch lena" he answered.
"Aur ek minute. Tune mujhe bola nahi?" The woman scowled at him. Akshath sighed.
"Uska naam Rudranshi hai. Bandra ki hai. Kothe pe rehti hai" the moment the words escaped his mouth, a loud glass shattering voice was heard.
Akshath continued eating, he expected such reaction, hence he wasn't surprised.
"Akshath! Yeh kya bol raha hai tu" a look of horror striked on his mother's face.
"Aapne sahi suna" he curtly replied.
"Pagal hogaya hai tu??" The woman screamed.
"Haan maa. Usne pagal kardiya hai. Jabse dekha hai nazre nahi hata paya" he smiled faintly.
His mother looked at him with shocked filled eyes. Suddenly it turned into angry ones.
"Tu uss gandi jagah kab gaya?" The woman seethed.
"Har raat" he responded.
"Tu uss tawaif ko ghar nahi layega Akshath. Woh agar aayi idhar toh anjam bohot bura hoga" she warned.
Akshath dropped his spoon and stood up.
"Mein apne jindagi mein bas do aurato ki ijjat karta hoon maa. Ek aap hai aur dusri woh. Woh kabhi aapko aapmanit nahi karegi. Aapko apni maa ki tarah rakhegi. Aur mein bhi yahi aasha rakhta hoon ki aap bhi usse apni beti jaisa hi samjhe. Agar aapne usse batamiji ki. Toh samaj lena aapne mujhse ki" with that he walked away, leaving a shocked woman back.
"Meri beti asi hoti toh jinda jala deti mein" she screamed in frustration, but her voice were unheard. She sat down on the floor and clutched her hairs.
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Akshath enter the brothel, ignoring all the calls and glances from the other women.
He went to the hall where Rashmi Bai sat on her swing, while chewing her pan.
A man sat infront of her. He wore a blazer with a formal pant.
Akshath eyed Rashmi Bai. She gave him a small smirk.
''Maafi chahati hoon sarkar. Iss baar aap nahi ja payenge. In bhaisahab ne paise de diye, woh bhi dugna" she chuckled.
"Kitne diye?" Akshath asked with a cold face.
"10 lakh" she whispered in happiness.
"Mein 12 lakh dunga" Akshath demanded. The man sitting stood up hearing him. He gritted his teeth in anger.
"Mein 13 dunga" he argued.
"Mein 15 dunga" Akshath shrugged. The man clenched his fist.
"Me-mein 15,300 dunga" he hesitated a bit.
"Mein 17 lakh dunga" and it was final. Rashmi Bai smirked and tilted her head.
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His Rooh
Romancea short mature story Hindi smuts!! . . . . . please don't read it if you don't like it but don't report it kindly thank you (•‿•)
