2 | Beauty-spots
She had eleven beauty-spots, eleven. Five scattered on her cream like legs, three were hidden behind her choli two on her back, and one-- his favourite one, on her face. He had counted them all.
Is it not something to pity, a man who refused to engage with his wife knew every minute detail about her and with such ease he let her go? Is it wrong then to pity him further? Or shall we refuse him our shoulders because he went to the brothel asking for a woman with eleven beauty-spots. Do not hide your gasps of horror.
Rudra Pratap Ranawat, a man built on shattered foundations, broken pillars and a leaking roof asked for a woman with cream-like skin that had to be soft to touch, and on her beautiful skin there had to be eleven beauty-spots. Not one less. The women who were met with the acute demand were not surprised, after his so-called marriage he visited the brothel frequently, often asking for a fair-pretty girl with wavy locks- but the eleven beauty spots requirement was new.
When the girl was presented before him he neither appreciated her provocative smile nor did he gratify her need to drown him in every drop of alcohol present, the beauty-spots that were revealed to him were not in the right places some were above instead of below. Everything was wrong. They didn't beautify her, they marred her. He stood and passed her the discarded gown and left, do not muffle your gasps.
He wouldn't touch her-- couldn't touch her. She wasn't right, everything was wrong, it was wrong. She wasn't fair enough her hair wasn't long enough, she wasn't his wife. She wasn't Paro.
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