The Ladies Hostel

chapter 10: The Maya Khan

Warning: Sense of humour is highly required.
It was a Happy Friday morning. The birds were creeping joyously. As it was a holiday, all the girls were trying to reduce their deep dark circle with having extra sleep!!
"Uffffff, she is gonna come today"-at 11.42 Preeya informed Titir resembling panic and disgust on her face after checking Lamia's message in their group chat.

Well, this hostel girls maintained a group on messenger to share information sometimes.

" Why on earth she owns this "taking the pillow more close to her chest Titir replied with her sleepy voice.

" You sound more sexy when you are sleepyhead,darling"-Preeya said dramatically getting her mouth to Titir's ear just to piss her off!

"Get the hell out of this room" Titir screamed having pain to sleep.

"This is my paradise.You better sleep in your admirer's room "- Preeya giggled.

"Incredibly irritating" Titir woke up spitting out profanities!

"Get ready to meet your would be mother in law,the freaking illiterate,uncivilized queen Isabella 2. "-Preeya teased her again very intentionally.

Maya Khan's POV:

It was sunny in the morning. So I decided to wear a Soft red georgette Saree. It was so expensive. My husband's friend had gifted me this. I did not like to talk much. I did not study much but I was so clever that every people got astonished when I talked to them so smartly- I could feel that myself. I was so modern. My father's family was so rich that I thought we could buy the whole world. Then my daughter told me of something gates- who was way rich than us. I sighed feeling defeated after listening that.

I got 10 flats, 130 decimal land and a hell lot of jewellery after my father's death. As I was so intelligent, I turned my 3 flats into hostels.
My husband was a good human being, but unfortunately he had everything but brain. So I did everything myself to keep our business, reputation up. I liked to party with the " bhabis"- our business partners wives. I could not help saying I was what you call the beauty with brain. I loved people who are not talkative as I did not talk much. My father's friend's sister's husband's friend's daughter told me that I was a smart, modern lady. I was from Puran Dhaka. Stupid people used to laugh at my weight once since they did not understand I tried hard to put on weight as it revealed that I was from a rich family. I had recently dyed my hair red. So,I thought to show it off to my hostel residents!!!

-" Ma,where are you going like this?"my little daughter asked me when I was wearing my third number gold Necklace on my neck.

-"Girls from the hostelcalled me frequently to visit them. I adored them as their mom, baby. Don't you know?"I lied definitely.

I had another son-Azhar, a piece of gold. So handsome, good looking- had a little more belly fat already, but as you know it reflected our wealth. He did not want to continue his study after grade -8. "Study" was something we did not encourage really. Jealous people spread the rumour that he was an alcoholic and went to the brothels but you know rumours are always rumours.
Actually I called Lamia today that I was going there. They acted like "squirming rats" in front of me which I enjoyed to be honest. I loved power. People blamed that I was a control freak which I obviously denied. You could also deny me too-Simple!

"I should tell the girls about my boy. He is 35. There was a girl called Titli or Tithi. I actually liked her secretly for my boy. As I have heard she did not have father,I thought it would be easy to make her willing to marry my boy. I was planning to get her in my house. After seeing my wealth, she would definitely run after my son"- I thought to myself and smiled when I was stucked in the traffic in front of the central graveyard.

" Mam, cant move a little bit for 15 minutes"-Driver told me as if I did not know on Friday it was normal picture that people from all over Dhaka would come here for visit their late relatives.

"Ma'm, you could go there on foot easily, why are you wasting your time"?
My new young driver told me again!

-" Shut up," fuck boy". Don't come to teach me what to do-scolding him with the new word I have seen on facebook I started walking to the hostel.

Author's note: It was really tough to portray The great Maya khan. lemme know if you have enjoyed the way she talked.

Do you want her to talk more?😀