Chapter 1 - The Brothel Girl

Scene 1 - The Brothel Girl

Maan was seated for dinner at the royal dining table with his royal family. He was the heir of the this magnanimous empire and thus having high expectations from elite elders of the family

“Maan, you are thirty now and it is time you settle down in life” Said his mother only to have her words fly from his ears. He had earned the special skill to ignore their marriage rant from the last three years. This unrelenting nagging has become a more aggressive effort  since he started going to that brothel every Friday or Saturday and spending a whole night with that brothel girl. 

“Maan what has happened to you. See at yourself and your perfect life. Why are you hell bent on making you perfect personality to have spot of the imperfection”

Maan continued having his soup, as usual ignoring his Grandma, just like  he did to his mother. 

“Maan, now listen to me on serious note” came heavy authoritative voice of his Dad

Maan continued to focus on his soup, taking each sip leisurely with class and elegance. He would have paid attention to all of them had it been family matters or business matters. But alas!!! these days they were stuck on only one topic which he completely declined to discuss.

Anyways, they never gave up and continued.

“Maan, we have profiles from three elite families and all girls are not only extremely beautiful but extremely qualified and elegance to enhance the class of our family standard”

And his Dad, placed in front of him pictures of Sameera Garewal, Parineeti Shekhawat and Myrah Khandwa and sang songs of their beauty, talent and family, all of which went above Maan’s head because he did not even give a single glance to them.

She was running barefoot on a rough road in the darkness of night, being followed by the goons of the brothel. 

She saw a path, a little dense, with trees on the side of the road and took that path to divert the goons. She was breathless, her feet bleeding like anything but she cannot give up. His words kept her going

“Geet, just make sure to not let anyone here, touch you. Not me, not anyone, in this brothel, do not let anyone touch you. Once I get you out of here, go with anyone you wish”

But all Geet wanted was to keep herself pure for him. It was beyond her understanding, why doesn’t he lay his hand on her, when he has already got a dark spot on his striking white name, by spending nights with her every weekend. 

Maan had to spend nights with her, get the muddy spot on his name to keep her pure and safe from evil eyes.

As Geet kept running to save herself from vultures, her mind kept on running to the past.

Three years back, nineteen years old Geet’s life got devastated  in the family feud as everyone in her family were mercilessly killed. Enemies caught and gave her to the Brothel. Geet knew her life had no meaning, when she found herself standing in the shady glitter and fancy lights of the brothel.

But the destiny that was so cruel to bring her here, was not as cruel as she had been crying in the dark room for the last two days.

Maan had to visit the brothel to donate some  money for the betterment of girls living there when his eyes went on the shivering girl, who was shaking with fear. It was the first day she had been decorated and brought out for the show in the market.

It was an unsaid deal, Khurana’s can donate for girls but they cannot interfere in the business. Thus Maan could not have asked to talk to the girl. 

His eyes had met with her almond shaped hazel, which looked at him with unsaid expectations and he knew that very moment, she needed him. 

And that very day, Maan himself got the dark spot on his spotless clean image. he paid money to the brothel to spend the night with the new girl. 

And since then, she was 'his girl'. 

No one knew that the nights spent together were untouched nights, which kept Maan awake listening to cute innocent talks of Geet. He had strictly warned her to not let them know that she was untouched by him and still virgin. 

It was against the rule of brothel and if they come to know about it, first thing they would do is, break her virginity

The brothel had to know she was 'his girl' for them to not sell her nights to anyone, meaning, Maan had to make regular visits to the brothel and spend at least a night locked in room with her.

Today they were trying to cheat Maan Khurana and selling Geet’s night to Devendra Sahu, whose dirty eyes had fallen on her.

As Geet ran inside the huge palatial Khurana mansion after endlessly running from the goons, the guards of Mansion tried stopping the muddy, filthy girl from entering the spotless perfect palace.

But, his words ringing in her ears, his faith in her, gave her all strength, she hit them, bit them, slipped from the A-class security, breached the security of his house to reach him.

As Maan took the last bite of dessert sophistically , still keeping deaf ears to all pestering going around, the huge gate of the palace opened wide, and the security men entered. Rajendra was about to bomb them when his eyes went on the girl standing in torn muddy clothes. Her bare bleeding foot and her muddy clothes dirtying the shiny spotless floor of the palace. 

“TUM!!!” spoke Rajendra with all loath in his voice

“The Brothel Girl” spoke others in unanimity

But in all this, all Geet heard was “Gee-eet” from his shocking lips. 

Her presence in the house was everything opposite to what the palace and its inhabitants were.

Each single big and small piece in the palace was exquisite and extravagant with a perfect choice of elegance. And there, stood this girl from the brothel, who had her clothes torn, which she was trying to cover. Lower part of her muddy skirt was making the dirty water drip on the shining floor of exported floor tiles.

She took the step ahead “Stop…. Muddy” They saw the mud, he saw the blood oozing out from her feet

“Stop… see the blood” he said ever so softly as he moved to her and without caring of what horror expression they will have, he bent down and picked her in his arms

“Maan”

“Maaa”

“MAAANNN!!” but he kept walking with her in his arms and made her settled on chair of the central seating

“Maan, are you real? First this girl from the brothel and see, this muddy state  of hers. You made her sit on this exquisite chair of this palace”

Maan turned to his Dadima “Dadima, are you guys for real? You all could see the mud that she has brought with her but none of you can see the blood oozing from her bare feet and the reason behind this muddy condition?”

“Do you think we care for this girl?” came from his Dad

“Do you think then that I care what you all think?” Maan gave back

He then looked up at the ceiling “WARM WATER WITH ANTISEPTIC LIQUID…. NOW!!!!!!”

His roar was enough for the servant to run and get what he ordered.

Then the next scene was further  shocking for everyone, when the heir of this whole empire, himself sat down to clean her wounds and bandage her

“MAANNN!!!” he ignored

“AAaaa” he looked up at her “Dard ho raha hai.” She nodded

“Close your eyes and think of your beautiful memories” She closed her eyes to only get flashes of her times with him. Before she could complete their various serene memories 

“All done” came his tender words to her

He picked her in his arms and walked towards his room

“We can make her stay in another room. You do not need to take her to your room”

He turned and looked at his parents “Why not, so that when I wake up in the morning, she is gone not only from this palace but far away from this city.” He moved to his Dad

“I know Dad, how many dirty secrets are hidden behind the shining walls of this palace. Geet will not be one more” and he took her to his room without giving a look behind.

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tellyme2023-11-22 03:42:26