Few hours ago Tiyasha was completely unaware about who the client was. As per their agency rule , both the name of client and the escort are kept private.
Like other boring weekdays, Tiyasha entered Mr Sharma's chamber ...fully exhausted due to Burrabazar traffic...
" Please come ma'am... " he roared ..
" I m sorry sir. Kolkata's traffic, specially on monday... You know.." she managed anyway. Tiyasha looked in guilt at Mr sharma." Listen, don't give me lame excuses. Now listen to me.. You have to attend a VIP client. Be prepared. Kindly reach on time. " he gritted his artificially made incisors cruelly.
Tiyasha was biting her lower lip. Her ear lobes were tint red, probably due to mixture of extreme hatred and anger. She looked away towards the busy market outside through the tiny curtain hanging from the window.
She disliked this Sharma like worst but this was the man in the time of crisis hence she was just tolerating... In reality there was no difference between a celebrity or lay man and even now ...they all are same according to Tiyasha.
She opened the wooden door of the building and stepped into footpath. Nobody could guess that such an ordinary house was the head office of one of the most popular escort agency of Kolkata. It was for privacy purpose... Tiyasha breathed long as she felt a calm breeze soothing her body. She took a taxi and headed towards Sealdah. Her home.
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Tiyasha took a black one piece and hold it on her body..
"Is it okey mom?" She asked enthusiastically through the mirror.
"Isn't it that one which you bought online?" She walked towards her.
She nodded smilingly.
"Where are you going ? What about your night shift?" Mrs Sengupta furrowed her eyebrows.Tiyasha smiled at herself. It was really a big deal to act as if she used to go for night shifts at a BPO. She had to put that fake curtain over her dirty job!!!!
"Oh shit!! Its 7 already!!!" She buttoned the radio and tuned it into Radio mirchi. Aniket's killer melody overwhelming everywhere...
"Actually today there will be a party after my shift." She answered while humming a soft melody coming out from the radio."Wear Sharee. Take that red one. You look nice in that." She sighed.."moreover, I don't think its safe to wear this dress at midnight. Girls are not safe now a days." She stood up and walked out. Tiyasha looked down. Mom was mom after all..
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Tiyasha had to wait outside room number 606 for about 5 minutes. This minutes were worst. Firstly guessing about the person whom she would entertain, secondly she used to think about her nasty..wasted life...her unfilled wishes and Bitan.
She stood outside of 606 like other days until it was great surprise to see who was the person whom she was allotted to entertain..
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First LOVE ✔
Short Story[EDITING SLOWLY] Isn't it awkward , sad and heart breaking if a girl meets her dream man, her crush..her idol....well let me finish, meeting as an "escort girl.."...???? It's not a good feeling for the girl isn't it? This is the story of a Bengali...