When I saw her, I didn’t understand anything. I was nonplussed that what is she doing here? I mean at this Red-light area. I still couldn’t believe that she is here. What had happened to her that she was here?
I wanted to meet her and wanted to discuss what all this going is on. My mind had gonna be in a dilemma about what I should do or whatnot. The aim of her life was only to achieve her goals and her goal was to become a journalist. How far she has gone? She didn’t think even a bit about herself or her family. I mean her mother because there was no relative of her. Her family was only her mother. Come on Sid, you should go and meet her. I said to myself.
Initially, I met her at the campus. It was my first day and also hers. She was a happy-go-lucky girl. She had found happiness even a small thing. That was she, Dhara. My Dhara. My inspiration, my life, everything of mine. I was going to my class through the corridor and she was also coming through there from the opposite direction. We bumped into each other on the very first day and fall down on the floor.
When I got admission to Delhi University. It was like a dream that comes true. I was feeling like heaven and butterflies in my stomach when I checked my e-mail. I got bouncing off in merriment.
She started laughing and her eyes were sprinkling. Sorry, sorry, and she tried to stop herself from laughing but she couldn’t. I was mesmerized, by her wet smiling.
Hello! myself Dhara, as she raised her hand towards me.
Hi! myself Sid, ahh.......Siddharth............I introduced her. And she went ahead.
I carried my bag on my back and went to class. My section was A and hers was section B.
So you were thinking that how did our story go ahead. But that says, if the universe wants to match up two different people then destiny begins to work on their behalf.
Sir, sir, you want something, as somebody did a voice to me and I came back from my ocean of memories. I turned, saw a woman behind me. Her eyes were bigger with a lot of antimony in them and her face was thick, she was chewing betel. Her voice was rigorous and she was looking vicious. Her hairdos were in a bun. Her cleavage was showing from her blouse. As she came close to me waving hands and winking at me. I think she is the mistress of this filthy place. And my guess was correct.
Sir, what do you want? she chuckled.
We have so many kinds of flowers. Each one is better than the others.
No, I want her and I showed her Dhara’s pic from my phone.
Yes, Yes. We have her. Sharmila, Sharmeela, as she called her assistant and showed her photo. Only a Jeweller can recognize the brightness of the diamond. She is a mind-blowing dancer and mesmerized everyone by her mudras. It’s her first time to meet a client and you are the lucky one. And then she asked me for money. I gave her a handful of notes.
Sharmila took me to her. Amrapali, Amrapali. See...... today a handsome, blonde-screwed boy has come to you. Give pleasure to him and she went with a smile.
I entered the room.
As she turned up and got freeze.
You.......here? She screamed.
Thank God at least you know me. What are you doing here, Dhara? At this filthy place?
If you are Amrapali then why did you scream to seeing me? I asked.
She had no answer but in the next moment, she did overcome from her reminiscences and said, you have had some misunderstandings.
I came close to her, why are you pretending?
See, do not come to me, else I’ll call didi…………
Why? It’s your work to fulfill your client’s desires and give them happiness. And I'm your client for this I gave a bribe to your so-called ‘Didi’.
What? Are you kidding? she was in astonishment.
No, I’m serious. At this night you are mine, as I placed my hand on her shoulder.
But she jerked my hand. Siddharth, stay away!
Please go, this place is not for you. It’s nasty, ditchy, filthy, and muddy.
If this is not for me then it shouldn’t also be for yours. Why are you here?
Because, because I AM A CALL GIRL, she said in a hoarse voice.
What? I shocked. It seemed that I am gonna be faint.
Sid.....Sid, sit. She helped me to sit on to the bed. She brought a tumbler of water for me and I drank the water in one go. But I didn’t feel relieved. I asked her for the washroom. I used the loo and splash water on my face many times. As I stepped out of the washroom, I saw Dhara was sitting on the ground.....sobbing and taking hiccups........ her face hiding in her knees.
I rushed to her and took her face in my hands and wiped off her tears. I did console her. Then she again started sobbing, resting her head on my shoulder. I comforted her by patting on back.
Her face had become wet with tears flowing through the eyes. Her makeup became messy. Her flower gajra was scattered everywhere.
When she calmed down, she started talking about her life henceforth.
And whatever she told me was so shocking.
I was so happy when I got admission to Delhi University. It seemed that my dreams will come true now. And when I met you, I felt delighted in my life. My life was being flourished with your togetherness. But who knows, when what and how life takes a U-turn. It’d happened to me.
It was our last day on the campus. We were so happy and dreaming about our next step. You and I wanted to be a journalist. You became but see where I’m now.
When I was coming back home. I saw something fishy. My mother was also a………….Saying that she stopped for quite some-time. I gave her a tumbler, she drank water and started again.
Actually, my mother was also a prostitute. But she never wanted to me drag into this filthy place. All she wanted to protect me from it. As soon as she got to know about dangerous plan of Rajia, she wanted to send me to some other place. She was packing my stuff but couldn’t save me. Because they got to know about my leaving and they were waiting me to my home.
Hi! myself Rajia, as she raised her hand towards me.
You have so many guts and what an attitude! Customers will like you! And she called goons. They came and grabbed my arms and dragged me into a car. After that, they closed my eyes with a piece of cloth. I couldn’t see anything. Even before I could shout, they shut my mouth filled with a piece of cloth.
And they dragged me at this filthy place. It was happened in the blink of an eye and no time to even react that what’s going on with me.
Once Rajia visited my house and I was getting ready for our cultural program. There she saw me. Her eyes became widened with astonishment by my features, my body. My mother requested her to leave me but my beauty was in her sight.
So see, I’m here, she said with a wry smile. But how did you come here? Are you want to some chic………….
No, no, don’t get me wrong. I’m a journalist. I have come up here to cover a story. My colleague and I wanted to bust the gang. Who behind this?
Yes, she’s behind all this. All her motive is only to earn money. She lives in Dubai.
This filthy should be closed soon. They are spreading such impurity. Don’t know how many girls had would have been victims of her oppressor, said Sid.
But for this I need your help.
Don't worry, Dhara, nothing will happen to me. I'm not alone, police is also with ours.
Police..........Police also comes here, Dhara laughed.
What? asked a shocked Sid.
Before anyone comes you go from here. Now it is my destiny.
No.........it's not your destiny, Dhara. Your destiny is to become a great journalist and also save girls like you from here. You have to help me. Don't you want that these filthy places should be closed and girls get freedom from all this, he scolded her.
I want........Yes, I want.........she stood up with a confidence and wipe off tears. I'm with you, Sid, and she took his hand in her hands.
Now there was a sparkle in her eyes. Of Victory, Of Love, Of Confidence, Of save all the girls from here.
