Raabta - Completed

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Before I start this chapter, I want to make one thing clear. The reason I love this book so much is because of Sana's character. She is fierce, bold and speaks without any filter. Sex work is a taboo in my country and I believe it shouldn't be. Sex Workers deserve the same kind of respect as any other individual, which unfortunately still has a long way to go for them to earn. Anywayy, if anyone is offended with Sana's character, do let me know. I'll bring more changes to the character. Alright, now the chapter...

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In an airy one bedroom flat, water hot enough to scald skin beat down on the back of a woman with her head dropped forward. Her dark hair was matted to her face, smaller drops of water dripping off the ends to race down her chest. She watched the suds of her shampoo swirl down the drain, her blue-painted toes dipping into the foamy mix.

She took a deep breath then tilted her head back, letting the water pound over her face.She grabbed her body wash and squeezed it on a white loofa, running it over every inch of her curvy body. She could always use a double scrub after work. She swapped her loofa for an exfoliating brush, working a creamier body wash over every inch of her.

She stepped out of the shower, leaving the water on. She snagged a tube of hydrating face mask from her vanity. She slathered it on her face and neck, the smell of kiwi and grapes filling the air. She prodded a collection of darkened bites along her collar bones and smeared mask on that skin.

She opened a drawer in her vanity and took out a silver pair of scissors.

She went back into the shower and started to snip the hair below her navel. She lifted her right arm, using the scissors to graze through the soft hair, and repeated the trim under her left arm. She rinsed the scissors and the floor of any leftover body hair. She dunked her face under the water, carefully taking her mask off, running her hands over her body.

She took a bottle of deep conditioner off the shelf and squirted it into her palm, slapping it on her long,straight hair. She got out of the shower again and wrapped her hair in a towel, fluffing another towel over her closed toilet seat. She sat down with a pair of tweezers and a magnifying mirror, the tweezers going to work on her eyebrows.

Once she was done plucking, moisturising, and showering, she squeezed her clean, dripping hair with a towel. She heard an iPhone ringing in the bedroom with her head upside down between her legs. From the Radiate ringtone, she could tell it was her second phone, which received much more attention than her first phone.

She walked out of her en suite naked, save for her white towel looped around her hair. Her phone was on her bedside table, buzzing away until she picked it up. She did not recognize the number on the screen. Her lower belly tingled with anticipation, deep intense black eyes and a sharp tongue flashing in her head.

She blew a breath out of her lips and placed the phone at her ear, swallowing once before deeply purring, "Hello?"

There was a short gap of no talking, choppy breaths carrying through the phone. Finally, the other person worked up enough courage to speak.

"Y-Yes, hello, I..." Nervous sweat was practically dripping through the phone. "I'm looking to speak with Sana? Sana Kaur?"

Nope. The bumbling voice was not Mr. Taxi, unless he had lost his wit and sarcasm in the last two hours.

"Hi there. This is Sana," she said, soothing the purr to a more gentle, calm tone. She walked to her chest of drawers and started rifling around the top drawer. "What would you like for me to call you?"

"Karan. Shit, I mean," Karan huffed, "should I--Do most people use a fake name? I've never--I'm--"

"Karan is just fine," Sana chuckled, a low whine sounding through the phone. "It's lovely to meet you, Karan. How may I help you?"