The GB Road reassurance

It is a cold winter night but the city is still alive. It doesn’t really give you the feeling of being in New Delhi, the heart of the capital of India. A foul smell of public toilet, garbage thrown at every side of the road, shouting and crying of people all over. The rickshaw walas and auto walas are fighting to get the passengers, well it doesn’t seem to be a very good night for them. Many people are gathered here and there in front and besides of tea stalls, stopping and drinking hot tea and moving on. No one talks with another yet it is so noisy and everyone is scared being there at the moment yet unknown of what they fear of. The street is crowded and people are rushing in and out in rickshaws and autos which move making way through the dense mass of people walking by. And while making way they sometime hit people and even hurt them. But there is no system of apologies, both of them are convinced that it’s either’s mistake, curse each other and return to whatever they are doing. This is the every night’s story but today it is going to be somewhat different.

Today on the crossroads of the New Delhi stands a man with no business to be there at all. His name is Sagar. And Sagar here is going to provide some contentment to these obscurities. There is going to be a little show for everyone tonight. The tricky thing is he himself has no idea that his life is going to change completely and he is going to change someone else’s as well. He is a man of average built with white skin. He is dressed very well with a corporate attire. He is wearing a black blazer underneath which is a well ironed white formal shirt with black pant. A golden Rado is shining in his left hand. He outstand the crowd with his postures and attitude and every one passing by gave him a hate look. Few rickshaw walas have already approached him asking where he wanted to go and each time they only bought him back to consciousness, he had no idea where he wanted to or supposed to be. He had rage in his head, he was trying hard to hide it with silent. The city was a complete mute for him, he had his own noise superseding. He was just walking on along with the crowd and had just stopped at the crossroads. People were taking different direction of their purpose from there. But he had no purpose of his own. He stood there confused what to do with his life without any purpose any longer.

“Want some entertainment?” A middle age man appeared grinning with low voice.

Sagar stared at his face for a while as if he was some alien. He looked around, he was standing at the entrance of GB road. He had come to this place a lot of time but never dared to go inside. Every time there was someone whom he admired and believed going there would be betrayal and unethical. This feeling of betrayal to the beloved always built a fence between him and a lot of his fantasies. There was always someone that would be betrayed if he did what he really want to. He quit his music love because his dad didn’t want him to pursue it and doing it against his will would betray him, he didn’t go hiking because his friend has altitude sickness and going without him would be a betrayal to him. There was always someone between him and what he wanted to do. But there was no fence today. There was no one to betray. And some warm body would surely do some good to his freezing body, he thought. Suddenly a lot of things came rushing to his mind. He felt the rush of the thought, he realized his mind suddenly started working and it was stopped before. He felt headache, his skin felt chill. He realized he was staring at the man for too long.

“What have you got for me?” He asked.

“Come with me and you shall get the night of your life you shall never forget.” The man said.

“Are you a pimp?”

“My name is Chaudary. We call it broker here, it is a nice word.” The man grinned. “I would like to be called that.”

They went through the street of GB road. He had heard that there are hardware shops on the ground floor and brothels on the other floors. The houses were old and had all attached together. It was like one very long house. The street lights lighted the road and he could hear girls laughing and calling for customers. He looked above to the houses, there were girls in each windows with flying kisses, smooching their breasts calling for customers to come up. Sagar had never come to this street. He always returned from the entrance. But he always fantasied it to be some place with big discos and bars. There were few restaurants and bar at the entrance of the road but they were not like he had imagined to be. And the most disappointing was the girls he saw were all old and ugly. He again looked towards the houses; all doors were numbered. The man took him inside the door number 64. It was like entering into a rough dark alley. Then there was a wooden staircase, very narrow and it creaked while they climbed up. It opened into softly lighted narrow hall. There was a counter in the corner and there were girls of different ages lined up beside. There were sofa sets on the other side of the counter where few other men sat. They also were some customer waiting for their turn as the rooms were filled.

A fat and ugly lady sat behind the counter. She was shouting and swearing some names again and again and ordering to make it quick. It was only her noise that sustained in that place. Everyone else was silent. Sagar glanced towards the girls, there were seven, and most of them were women of around age 30 to 35. Sagar always thought that the girls who work in places like this are forced to do so, and no one likes the life like this. One of his purpose of coming here was to see that people live miserable life though they don’t want to, but they are living it. He wanted to console himself that he was not in worse situation and he can still get out of the mess he had created. But to his surprise all the girls were smiling and cheerful. It seemed as if they were living the dream. As if wearing revealing clothes and waiting to be sold for the night was the life they dreamed of and finally attained. He realized that there was no people happier than these whores. His rage boiled. He saw Manisha’s face in those whores. She was also so cheerful when she left him. He suppressed his anger and looked towards the whores again. In the soft light he could see them flirting with the customers. The men in the sofa used to stand up and try to pull the girls. The ugly lady in the counter shouted at them and ask them to pay and do whatever they liked to do, but inside, not in front of her. Two men came out with a young women from a small door and another couple went in. People were there for a lot of reasons. They wanted to get out of their frustrating life for few time and fuck a women. Some were fed up of their life, some of their wife, some were fired from job, some were unemployed, everyone had some frustrations and those girls were the relief. There were every type of men, from rickshaw wala to big shots. The difference was the big shots were given more attentions and good looking young girls of their choice and rickshaw wala had to wait for their turn for the old whores. The only thing mattered there was money. Sagar wondered what were the names of these whores, what caste did they belong too. Nobody cared of caste or race or background of those whores. He thought the girls were free here. Outside of this road, the girls were judged on lots of basis. Her caste, creed, skin color, background, if she ever had a boyfriend, even by the display picture of Facebook etc etc. And why was she judged? For getting married; which in most cases turned out to be sex slavery that the society allowed. Sagar’s rage shifted to the social traditions and rules. He saw flaw in everything but he never tried to act against it. And he was also hunted down by the social rules, clean bowled.

“Her name is Kamala Bai, She runs the place”, Chaudary whispered. Chaudary signaled Sagar to sit on the sofa and went off to talk at the counter. Kamala Bai gave a glance at Sagar and smiled.

“So, the young man wants to have fun?” She asked loudly.

The girls laughed at Sagar and started their erotic act.

“I cannot wait in line!” Sagar gulped. He was already very scared and couldn’t resist everyone staring at him.

“Looks like young boy is in hurry.” Everyone laughed loud.

“I see everyone waiting in line for going in. Looks like you are short of rooms.”

“Oh no, young man, we have plenty of rooms for customers like you. Choose one girl and you are good to go.” She laughed loudly.

Sagar looked towards the girls. They were all old and ugly. Their breasts were wrinkled, ass was dislocated and either they were too skinny or very fat. He couldn’t decide what to do. Now he wanted to quit and go away, it was the stupidest idea but they wouldn’t let him. He knew he had got himself into trouble. He got so scared that he started to tremble with fear. Suddenly a middle aged man rose from sofa and pulled a whore near him. He was a dark complexioned man, wearing a yellow shirt that was now stinky and brown with the day labor.

“I will take his room. This kid cannot decide.” He shouted.

Kamala Bai Suddenly jumped out from the counter. She looked fierce and full of rage. The hall was filled with commotion. Sagar almost got a heart attack.  He was already feeling a severe pain in heart due to fear. The ugly lady kicked the man out of the building.

“Pay your dues first, motherfucker!” She shouted.

The man fell down the stairs straight to the streets. She was strongly built and looked uglier when she was angry. The sudden incident had caused a chaos and had disturbed the arrangement of the room. The man sitting on the sofa had stood up, few man and women came running from inside, maybe they thought of a police raid. The girls standing on the line were now disbursed. Sagar slowly looked around the room only moving his eyes. On the farthest corner from the counter behind two ladies there was a girl, her age not more than 17. She was pale with fear. She was slightly dark complexioned and with beautiful eyes. Her hair was braided and she wore brown kurthas. She was short and that had helped her till now to hide behind the old ladies. The girl’s eyes that were also slowly revolving around the room and matched Sagar’s, as he was staring at her; she suddenly looked down. Sagar smiled; he hadn’t smiled since he last remembered. Kamala Bai had now settled behind the counter but was still blabbering with irritation. The environment was settling slowly.

“That girl in brown kurthas,” Sagar called out.

The girl froze. She couldn’t hold her head up. She could hide no more. The day had come when she had to finally start the heinous journey her life was destined to. The other ladies gasped. No one chose the little girl before. Even if someone did, Kamala Bai never let anyone touch her. But she was always kept in display. The icon or model for advertisement she used to call her. Young boys are attracted seeing pretty girl but they can be easily manipulated. So if the pretty girl was kept for display, boys would rush in and she would easily land them with other whores; that was the strategy.

“She is only for display, young man,” Kamala Bai answered. “There are plenty other women for making your night memorable. I guarantee they are the best in this, what you call it, ya the specialist.” That made all other women chuckled.

“Come to me my gentlemen,” the women in the left corner said. Another women beside her came forward and touched his penis. She hold his hands and kept them in their breasts. Sagar withdrew from her and moved aside.

“But I want her,” he shouted. He couldn’t hold any longer.

Chaudary rushed to his side and whispered, “Kamala Bai never lets this girl to anyone. She is like her daughter. You are creating a trouble for us both.”

“But I want her and no one else”.

“There are so many other. You can take two if you like. See, that’s Lalita and Resma, come on today have double fun.” Chaudary signaled and two girls came forward to Sagar.

“But if she is here, she is going to start someday. You are not going to keep her as display item forever anyway. Give her to me today and I will pay you double.” Sagar was desperate and this was the one war of ego he wanted to win. He wanted to fuck the whore he chose.

“Ten thousands!” Kamala Bai declared. “And she is virgin. You cannot complain or ask for refund afterwards.”

Sagar took out his wallet and cashed down ten thousand bucks and said, “I won’t complain. I am virgin as well.”

(This story is a part of my untitled novel that I have started in my Wattpad profile. I will keep updating the story of the novel there. Follow me in wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/user/Bezayoli to know what happens next.)