I could not believe what just manifested in front of me and what had happened with me. It was so rushed and dazed that I could hardly make anything of it. I was under the impression that ladies loved the idea of office romance and Ms.Gupta was aware of my affections towards her.
I walk out of my cabin to see that she was leaving the premises and it strikes that there was a strike going on and she would not be able to find transportation to reach home. It would not be ideal to apologize or offer to drop her when her mood was so explosive. It was in the better interests of both her and me that I wait for a better moment to make upto her.
I take my phone out of my pocket and quickly make the required call to provide her transportation. I could see questions in the employee's eyes but they thankfully knew better than to question me about the happenings. My single glare was suffice to push them away to their respective places.
I retreat back to place where the incident had taken place. How could I lose my self-control so easily? How could I assume about her consent? Damn, I had grown thick about consent. No thanks to my profession which painted red as it is.
Questions began flooding my mind as I replayed what had actually eventuated. What did she mean when she said that she had been exploited enough in the past? The kind of terror and fire of suffering which I found in her eyes was never witnessed in my life before. I had seen desire, lust, pride, scrutiny, love, anger and myriads of emotions in the eyes of women throughout my life but I was yet to see a woman who would be so nonchalant usually but held flames which could set anyone ablaze.
What could have led to her usual uncanny silence and sudden outburst? What could have made her so averse to idea of passion which I have seen even go mad for? The spark of curiosity which she had ignited in me was burning me inside out.
I knew that my curiosity could be sated only when I find out about every nuance of her life. I immediately ordered Aman to have a background check of her to find out the dark past she had hinted to.
I hoped that there was nothing drastic about her background and wished that she had calmed down.
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Few Hours Later,
Name: Khushi Kumari Gupta
Birthplace: Lucknow
Date of Birth: 29th April, 1990
Age: 27
I glance through those easily, knowing them already.
Past Profession: Prostitute
I had almost dropped the file from my hands and went through the line several times to reconfirm what I had read. The woman of few words was a prostitute? That surely doesn't explain her behavior.
Aren't they supposed to be used to man's touch and lust? I quickly brush away that thought, wondering what was happening to me off late and admonishing my brain for going on the stereotypical path.
Family: Maternal Grandmother- Madhumati Gupta
Daughters - Kalyani(14) and Jyotsna(12)
Mother: Dead (Hemorrhage due to childbirth)
Father: Unknown
She had two daughters? Two young daughters? She had never mentioned about them. Surely she would have to go and pick them up from school. She never received any calls from anyone, like one would if they had children.
Or maybe...
Maybe, she doesn't stay with them. Does that mean...
I could dare not complete the question to my own inner self. A mother of two teenage daughters at the young age of 27? She became a mother at 13?
I had so many questions flooding in my mind regarding her, her past and I knew that I could answers to only a few. My heart was revolting against my morals to judge her but my brain told me that I would be like everyone else if I did before I knew the complete situation.
Misc: She came to Delhi soon after the birth of her second daughter. She has told her landlord that she was forced by her grandmother to go and earn for daughters and herself. That was the last time she had seen her daughters. Her grandmother was a drunkard and Khushi thinks that it was one of her drink buddies who fathered her daughters but she is sure that the father of both her daughters is same.
Such a pedophile idiot! That bast*rd was smitten with a child and had knocked her up, not once but twice? Shameless jerk!
I let out a sigh which I was unknowingly holding, satisfied that I had not judged her character and was not proven wrong.
She was shot by her customers several times as a part of giving 'pleasure'. The hospital records for the same are attached. She was never interested in her profession and the only reason why she continued in it was because she was assured that her daughters received the money she would earn.She finally gave up on her past profession when her pimp, nicknamed Raja in these circles, forced her to entertain one of those customers who shot her in the past. Unable to bear her refusal, he brutally raped her several times and inserted several objects inside her. With great difficulty when she reached the nearest hospital, they called the police and they refused her treatment due to her profession. That is the main reason or her to leave her profession and become a fashion designer.
I read, re-read and analysed that passage several times over. That moment I knew that she had managed to earn what several people could not - respect. She had been so strong and let everything go and make herself a career.
I cursed myself for hurting such a braveheart, who had fought every second of her life. Why would she find romance enticing when it was emotion which ruined her life?
I resolved to myself that I would win her confidence back and would help her to find her daughters, no matter what it takes. I had broken her once and now Arnav Singh Raizada will join those broken pieces of hers and it is a promise.
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