chapter 3

Rich men and some VIPs took their places. Mohini welcomed everyone with great enthusiasm." I hope there will be no shortage in the gathering," a man said.Mohini chuckled, " do you not trust our girls? They will take care of everything."" We have seen all the girls, Mausi, but sometimes... give her as well," a man sitting in his place laughed with his friends.Mohini shook her head in disbelief." Don't know what that man has seen in that whore? Not even let us touch her. Isn't it selfish? We can share."They laughed, degrading a woman as if it was a normal discussion to do. Mohini gasped when she saw him entering the brothel. She looked behind and found men still making fun of Pari." Vikrant Babu?"They all looked at them when she deliberately called his name in a loud voice. Not many people were pleased by his presence. Because he behaves as if this brothel is his and according to him everyone will have to open their mouth. Everyone knew that he used to come here only for one girl.Mohini took him to his seat and he removed his shoes before sitting on the couch. His expression was full of arrogance.Vikrant Agnihotri is his name. He has a lot of business in his name. He is on the top of the list of rich people. Here also he does not talk to many people, he just quietly waits for his girl.The party begins soon. Girls came to entertain men with their dance. Some grabbed the opportunity to touch them, made them sit on their laps and did many more such things. Vikrant watched them blankly while puffing his cigarette.A girl came with a glass of alcohol but he refused. He even takes drinks made by his girl. Slowly the men started taking the girls to the room. The party had just ended when Mohini came towards Vikrant." Should I call her?"Vikrant turned his gaze around and found two more men still present. Mohini sighed and ordered the girls to take them. When the hall emptied, he nodded at Mohini.She smiled and clapped twice." Call her."She then walked away from there. Vikrant spread his legs wide, put his right elbow on his knees and caressed his lips with the same hand. His eyes stayed on the entry of the hall from where she will soon come.In the next 2 minutes, he heard the sounds of anklets and bangles. It was an indication of her presence. The light in the hall was dim.He blinked his eyes seeing her figure on the other side of the curtain. She slowly parted it and stepped inside the hall. She kept her gaze low and did not stop anywhere while walking toward him.He dropped his eyelashes down and stared at her bare waist adorned with a chain for a good seconds. The distance between them soon decreased. She adjoined her hands and greeted him.He looked up at her face which looked extremely beautiful but smile never came across her lips. She roamed her eyes around and stopped at the alcohol and glass on the table beside him.She knew what she had to do. She started preparing drinks for him and he chose not to remove his gaze from her. He did not like any other man to look at her and hence he was waiting for the hall to become empty. He knew that all those men were deliberately delaying just to see her once.She forwarded the glass at him but instead of grabbing it, he held her wrist. She wrinkled her eyebrows and looked into his eyes confusedly.He grabbed the glass from the other hand and opened her palm to have a clear look. Lines disappeared from her forehead realising he caught the cut on her palm." Uhm, I hurt myself accidentally while cutting vegetables," she explained and felt a little nervous as he kept looking at her face while taking sips from his drink.He left her wrist and she gulped down her saliva." How... are you?"She asked. Both of them knew that this was a strange question, especially coming from a mistress to her master. He just hummed and gave the empty glass back to her.She turned her back at him to prepare one more drink but as she grabbed the bottle, he said," Kamre mein chalo."( Come to the room.)She put the glass down and nodded. He stood up and she led him the way. She could feel his heated gaze on her body and made no effort to stop him. She doesn't have rights. He's her master.Vikrant frowned his eyebrows slightly as she stood outside a particular room. Through her body language, he understood her discomfort. The voices of women inside the room made her nervous.Pari startled lightly when she felt a grip on her wrist. She looked at him as he pulled her to their room. She watched his huge frame with a slightly tilted head. As they entered her room, he left her wrist and she closed the door then locked it.When she turned around, she found him removing his shirt. If this had happened in another room with another girl, that girl would also have started taking off her clothes by now. But she was not allowed to.He put his shirt on the table leaving himself in a white vest and walked toward the bed while searching for something in his pants pocket.Cigarettes.He sat on the bed and rested his back against the headpost and let out a deep sigh when he did not find his lighter in his pocket.He looked at her and without hearing his order, she walked to the dressing table and took out the lighter from the drawer. This is one of those lighters that Vikrant often forgets here.She made her way to his side and sat down beside his legs. He put the cigarette in between his teeth and she leaned closer to lit it with the lighter.She scrunched her nose at the smell of cigarettes and got out of bed. She put the lighter on the nightstand beside him." 2 mahine se kahan the aap, Sahab?"( Where have you been for two months, master?)She asked, wanting to begin a conversation. Vikrant stared at her, grabbing his shirt from the table and folding it properly." Out of country."" Was the work you went for completed?"" Hmm," he hummed and exhaled a long puff from his mouth, filling the room with the smell of cigarettes.She put his shirt on the table in a good manner. He has been observing her for 1 year and has understood that she needs all things to be clean and in their place. Don't know how she came here. He wanted to know but never tried to ask her.She faced him and removed the safety pin which had kept her dupatta stuck to her blouse. She put it on the dressing table then went to him and sat down beside." Anything happened to you in my absence?"She shook her head negatively and brought her legs up on the bed." Did that woman trouble you?"Yes, she did." No," she replied and looked at his face." Ek baat puche, Sahab?"( Can I ask something, master?)" Do not call me that," he said.She smiled with a hint of sadness, " You are my master. You have bought me."" Do not call me that, Pari."He applied pressure on his words this time. She sighed, " okay."" Ask," Vikrant said and closed his eyes, resting his head back." Why don't you...ever touch me?"He opened his eyes and turned his gaze in her direction." All the girls here are touched by their masters but why not you? Don't you like me?"It was the truth. Till date everyone thinks that there is something going on between Vikrant Agnihotri and his girl. Moans and screams are heard from all the rooms but there is only peace from his room." Why?"He asked another question. She shook her head, " I just.. some girls suspect."She told him." Let them," he gave a carefree answer." Agli baar ab kab aaoge aap?"( When will you come again?)She asked another question." Pata nahi."( Don't know.)" Will you again take a long break?"" Don't know."" Will you touch me next time?"" I don't know."" What should I say to them when they ask about-"" Shh.."She sucked her own breath as he moved closer to her and whispered against her lips. Smell of cigars and alcohol mixed together and sent a disgusting feeling to her. She closed her eyes tightly and he smirked.She gets scared at this point. What will happen if he touches her in that way?" Lay down."He moved back and she obeyed. Cold waves passed by them from the window. She fisted the bedsheet when she felt him caressing his finger on the side of her waist.He tucked his finger in her waist chain. The touch of his finger on her waist sent a jolting sensation to her. She chewed her lower lip and controlled herself from making a hiss sound when he broke the waist chain in no second.She arched her back and he pulled the chain out." Sleep now," he said to her.She sighed softly and faced her back at him. She put her palm under her cheek and blinked while looking outside the window.This is what happens whenever he comes to meet her. She remembers her first meeting with him. That was her first day. She was sent to serve amidst a crowd of men. She was very scared and trembling but that was what was attracting the men.Look at the fate, that day Vikrant Agnihotri was also included in the crowd of those men. He had been watching her for a long time but her attention was only on herself and those men who were throwing dirty jokes and making scenarios to spend a night with her.Don't know what happened to Vikrant but he bought her for himself from Mohini for a lot of money. And wherever he steps, no one else can dare to come. Similarly, no one could touch his things, people and woman.Nothing happened between them from that night till today. People made up stories that maybe Pari is a very good slut and that is why Vikrant is not willing to leave her.Pari never understood this man. He comes, drinks alcohol, talks a little, sleeps for a few hours and leaves before the sun rises. Why has he bought her if he does not want to touch her? Because that's what men do to women here.She slowly dropped her eyelashes and drifted into her dreamland.Vikrant took a deep breath after laying down. He turned to her then held her upper arm and faced her to himself.Seeing her serene face always gives him peace. People come here to get their pleasure and remove their frustration. There was no doubt that he also came to do the same. But his method is a little different. Not little but a huge difference.Pari...He doesn't know much about this girl except her age, name and few of her habits. Whenever he looks at this girl, he knows that many stories are hidden in her eyes. She's young, beautiful and has the body to make anyone fall on her feet. But it doesn't seem like she wants to bring people on their feet.It's been a year since he's been meeting her. His family knows about his vagrancy but no one stops him. He doesn't listen to anyone.He had been gone for 2 months because he was in London for some work and it took more time because his family had chosen a girl for him. He met her twice but he did not feel that delicacy. She was not like Pari.She could not look into his fearlessly like her. She could not talk to him without stammering like her. In short, she was not Pari.But he can't marry Pari either. His family will not accept it. He is a famous and rich business man. His status is different from hers. She is a prostitute of a brothel. Girls of infamous streets cannot become brides of anyone's house. They cannot be anyone's wife.He tucked the loose strands of hair behind the ear. Sometimes he feels like talking a lot to her but due to his personality he fails to form questions. Maybe she intimidates him. Her innocence forces him to keep his mouth shut and just admire the beauty.He wonders what will happen to him if he stops coming here someday. His marriage is being discussed at home and he is not so low that he can come to a mistress's place despite having a wife.There was no doubt about it that people would start bidding for the gem that he had been keeping safe for a year and would eat her. She'll be totally ruined. Her dignity and self-respect would be crushed. He could imagine her fate....Pari opened her eyes at her usual time and turned her head to his side. As always, he wasn't present. She sat up and got down from the bed. Don't know when she'll meet him again.He has become her habit. If he ever stops coming, she doesn't know how she'll take care of herself. Till now she feels a little safe and secure because she knows that as long as Vikrant is around no one can even touch her shadow.She freshened up and wore a white suit. Before putting bindi on her forehead, she recalled a conversation with him. He was drunk that night." Bindi kyu nahi lagati tum?"( Why don't you wear a bindi?)She shrugged her shoulders, " just.."" Lagaya Karo. Sundar lagogi."( You should. You will look beautiful.)He smiled before drifting into his dreamland. That was the first and last time she saw his smile." Pari!"She was startled when a girl barged in her room." You scared me," she put a bind in between her eyebrows." You know, Mausi is in a great mood today. Why? Because she got a lot of money yesterday."" So?"She put the pack of bindi in her drawer and stood up." So what? She told us that we can roam outside today. She won't say anything."Pari shook her head, " I won't."" Why?"The girl asked." I will not step out of this brothel for a few hours of freedom. If I go, it will be forever."The girl sighed, " you started again?"Pari started straightening her bedsheet." I wonder why do you guys not try to support me instead of de-motivating me?"" Because we know we cannot leave. Why nurture false dreams? I was 16 years old when I was picked up from the street. My parents must have forgotten about me by now. Mohini mausi has the support of the police. She gives bribes and has connections with rich people. She has the power, so how will we be able to fight alone?"Pari was removing the cover of the pillow but she stopped as his fragrance hit her nostrils." We can. First, we have to believe in ourselves."" You know all these things look good only in movies. I wonder who put such things in your mind? Your master? Don't tell me he is giving you false hopes of marriage and all."" Shut up," Pari replied." Anyways. Will you come with us?"Pari shook her head, " you can go."The girl sighed, " okay then. We'll get something for you."She smiled lightly and nodded. The girl left and Pari got busy with her daily chores. When she was done, she left the room to have something to eat.She was on the way when a few girls pushed her. She somehow supported herself and looked at the girls with confused brows.They never leave a chance to trouble her." Look at her. Such a pathetic girl," they laughed.She sighed and walked away from there. Once she escapes, she won't rescue these girls especially. She hates them. They degrade her, call her by name. But this happens with everyone here. She simply cannot accept this disgusting truth.She was just in the hallway when she saw Mohini slapping a girl in front of everyone and she's crying loudly and begging them to spare her life. For a few seconds she saw a glimpse of herself in that girl.Mohini caught her sight and said to the girl." Look at her. She too was nurturing dreams like a crazy person but today she is quietly doing her work. Instead of fighting this truth, accept it. You want to earn money, right? Then earn it like this. By selling your body," she laughed with more girls aloud.The girl shook her head, " pl..please let me. My parents are old.. they have no-"" AYE! DRAG HER AWAY AND LOCK HER IN A ROOM."Mohini yelled in frustration and two girls came to drag her away. They locked her in a room and no one melted by her cries.Pari went to the kitchen and prepared a thaal then walked out. Before going to the girl's room, she went to Mohini." I want keys."Mohini raised her eyebrows amusingly, " you will order me?"" She must be hungry. Keys," she forwarded her hand.Mohini chuckled sarcastically, " Look at her attitude. You are jumping on the strength of your Sahab, aren't you?"" On the basis of money. He gives you a lot of money," Pari replied.Mohini rolled her eyes and handed her the key." Go. Don't fill her mind with the obsession of freedom, otherwise I will beat you both to pieces."Pari paid no attention to reply to her and went to the girl's room." Don't you think she has become egoistic? Earlier she used to be so scared."A girl said to Mohini." All her pride will be shattered the day Vikrant Agnihotri leaves her. I will make sure she learns a good lesson," Mohini spat in pure hatred.⋆༺✷༻⋆