When Emraan woke up from his sleep, it was already ten past nine. He rubbed his eyes and tried to recall where he was. After few moments, the events of last night hit his dizzy head. He looked on the bed for Saritaa but she was not there. Her bright attire from the night before laid on the floor.
Emraan went out of the room. He struggled his way through number of dark and maze like passages and small 'service rooms'. He finally reached the hall where he met Praveen.
He saw the same room, same foldable bed, same bright vibriant walls but the provocatively dressed sex workers were absent, instead there were more than twenty women who did not bear any resemblance to the sex workers the night before. But Later he realised, those are the same woman from the night before.
These women sat around a large table, having breakfast. Emraan noticed Saritaa among them. Saritaa wore a blue skirt and her dress was damp and torn in many places. Emraan now understood how young Saritaa is. She just looked lile all the girls who find their way to school every morning.
These woman while having food, joked among themselves, laughed gleefuly, served each other food. It was hard to beleive that these women are the same women from last night. One of the woman noticed Emraan and said, "Why are you so late? Last night was too much fun?"
Emraan smiled at Saritaa, for she was the only one who knew that Emraan and Saritaa did not have any sexual interactions. Saritaa also smiled back. Saritaa did not know why, but he felt a misplaced respect for Emraan.
After sometime, Praveen came and asked Emraan about his nightly entertainment. Emraan smiled and said, "The Best" and handed him a handsome amount of money.
Praveen was happy to hear about his new customer's satisfaction and immediately touched Saritaa near her immature breasts. She resisted. Again Praveen touched her theighs. Saritaa was disgusted. All the other women were laughing and making fun of Praveen's sexual advances. Emraan felt huge repugnance by this sight and immediately asked Praveen, "Can I take this young lady to home tommorow, I'll pay as much you say."
Praveen was happy to find a new regular client. He shook hands with Emraan and said to pick her by tommorow by 12 noon.
Emraan left.
As soon as he came out in the alley way, he could not help but visualize one disastrous event of his life which happened exactly two days ago. Emraan could not help but vomit.
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Oh Calcutta!
General FictionKOLKATA. CITY OF JOY. CITY OF THE BIGGEST BROTHEL IN ASIA. CITY OF CULTURE. The Journey and Struggle of a child prostitute who is forcefully thrown into life of harlotry.