Alano
Sanskar snapped at rafi, he hold him by collar and push him to stand up:
Go.
To.
The.
f**king.
Bar.
Sanksar hissed every word and I swear the guy almost shit in his pants, will he must, sanskar now at his peak of paient and even me wouldn’t miss around him, so it was just us and this meuu…
Sanskar: tell me about this girl, how does she look like?
The girl looked confused and startle and biting her lips in nervous matter, sanskar wont be patient,…
“listen girl, we will pay what you say ok, name your price and we will give you more than what you will ask, just tell us what you know already”
I snapped at her a bit and I saw hurt flash her eyes looking at me and I regretted my words, I don’t know why I even said that to her. She looked down and bitted her lips
“tigersita… my friend for a month now… cu.. curly black hairs, and brown eyes.. spanish name…”
“its her” said sanskar
“she show up in a club and spend her time, many men will offer themselves to her a company, they would pay any amount of money but she will just choose one and leave with him. Most guys come in search of her again but no one knows when she will come again and eventually they will get bored.”
“is…. Is… she… … bad.. girl”
Sanskar spoke and I felt his deep pain in his voice.
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Sanskar
My heart squeezed shut as the question rolled over my lips, was she a whore? Like kapeer used to say? But I was her first… she can never be with another man. It hurt me and angered me, I don’t know why I am looking for her, and now I am even more lost, if she is a whore would I be happy making her my mistress, i can’t have mistress… its a sin… and my dad will surely kill me … what would i do???…. would I get bored of her at some point when i takw her lots of times… I can’t focus anymore..
“I don’t think so”
The girl call meuu said and I release a breath that I didn’t know that I was holding
Alano: how can you be sure?
Meuu: she don’t belong to anyone and she don’t follow any rules, she goes as she wishes and leave as she wishes and do as she wishes…
Alano scoffed: and you do??
A tear sliped the girl eye and I felt her hurt, what was wrong with alano, he would never hurt a girl in such way.
“how did you know her?” I asked the girl
“mon.. month ago… man.. try to… to.. force me, we… were at back room… i.. didn’t.. want… I didn’t… I scream… she came and she hit him, for me and saved me… she offered me to be friends and that’s it”
“does she come here every night?”
She shake her head as no
“you never know when tigersita will come, she goes to any club and anywhere just as she pleases… but one thing is sure.. around 8 if she didn’t show in the club means she wont come to tat club… maybe she ll be in another… only me know this about her… after… many … notice…”
I hold her hand: do you know where she will be tomorrow?
She shakes as no again…
“do you know her real name?”
“tigersita, that what she say to everyone”
“thank you, I am leaving ameigo…”
“ok dude”
I left that hell hole and sneak again to my room, I opened the sketch of her eyes…. I kept staring remembering her this morning, a massage ring tone cut my thoughts
Kavita
11:30
Where are you
About 10 massages from kavita was like this and many missed calls
One massage caught my attension
Unknown number
7:30 pm
I agree to the offer, I will be 8 am morning at office. Swara gadodia…
I felt my heart pick its pace and pumping fast while I look to her eyes….
“see you tomorrow kitty”
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Author pov
Sanskar woke up with exciment and even when he wore his usual black suit he felt new and different, his feet knocking rhythm on the stairs were different. He reached his cabin and first face he saw was hers, she had now a desk a cross Aman desk. The moment he stepped in both stood up in tension but swara was even more nervous as she stammers telling her good morning and the papers she held in her hands fall all over the floor…
Sanskar smiled, she was something he never saw, she was wearing sky blue kurtha and pink duptta, she had diamond like jewelry between her eyebrows and her hairs in side pony tail.
Just watching her erupt desires inside him, he ached to touch her and her hairs… wanted to bend her over the desk and devore each inch of her… then he ll do further sin making her moan his name till she beg him to stop….
Sanskar subsides hus sinfull thoughts and node his head in response and went to his office and Aman went inside behind him… he start telling his schedule and the works ahead and when he finished..
Sanskar: how is miss gadodia first day?
Aman got surprised, Sanskar never ask about any employ: fine, sir… ahhh I gave her typing tasks and organizing files, as starter sir…
Sanskar: hmm ok, sent her to me….
Aman: sir?!
Sanskar glared him and Aman swallow his lump nervously and moved… soon swara soft knocks fall on the door and came in…. Sanskar sign her to sit across him…
Sanskar: how are you miss Gadodia?
Swara: namsta sir.. mein … mein.. teek hu..
Sanskar smiled seeing her nervous in front of him, he loved that as much as he loved tigersita and her power…
Sanskar: what is your ideas about charity miss swara?
Swara: huh… vo.. actully …
Sanskar: miss swara, I am no beast (“not yet” said Sanskar in his mind) to be afraid from me and stammer all the time, please just relax…
Swara gaze him with her bubbly round eyes, so purely and innocently, she played the hem of her duptta but her eyes were on him. Eye to eye, brown to gold, both eyes pour together and both were trying to seek to each other soul.
As Sanskar gazed her pupil shuddering if something like this was possible, she was nervous in all kind of ways.
Sanskar broke the silence: so… what is your ideas? Shall we go to the street and give people money?
Swara: nahi… nahi.. sir… its against our morals and it will make a mop. Well I had an idea, while ago…
Sanskar moved from his chair and sit opssite to her taking her whole frame in and let her took his as well…
Sanskar: I will be more than thankful to hear miss swara…
Swara: India picture for the outside had became… traduced… we are the low rank people who try to look like the west, in cloth, fashion, dance, sing… everything… even video clips now will have western models… but that’s no good, we need to stand for our original types.
Sanskar now was interested in her flawless talk and idea: and your suggestions?
Swara: present our originals to the world. No faking, no adds. We need to find local performers in our culture arts, people who aren’t affected by western wave and we shin them, for free, we teach them better, give them all the chances they need and keep an eye on them.
Sanskar: and what is the benefit for us?
Swara confused and spoke kindly: charity isn’t about benefit sir… its about the happiness you get when we make someone dream come true, the content that run through the heart putting smile on poor people faces who struggle to build themselves.
Sanskar stared her in an adoration and respect “angel”
Swara looked confused at what Sanskar said, but the aura she felt intimidating from him, that change of air she cant understand but that it stands her skin her in attention
Sanskar huksily: I like it miss swara… and I would love to know more about, can you please start a report putting the headlines…
Swara averted her gaze feeling so heated under his penetrated gaze: ji… ji.. si.. sir… by end of day, it will be ready…
Sanskar: how old are you miss swara?
Swara shoot up her head looking to him as said innocently: 18 sir…
Sanskar crossed his legs and give her charming smile: great…. I am 21 actually, so I guess we don’t have that much age gap for you to call me sir… not inside the company at least… please, feel free to call me by my name…
Swara stared him blankly for a while then she stood up: excuse me… sir… I have work right now.. may.. may I go…?
Sanskar with a smirk nodded his head and swara gone to her desk leaving Sanskar in trouble with his thoughts, desires and big bludge in his pants, taking deep breaths he started calm down watching the great view he had in his office then thinking about swara expressions, her calm and soft features, he wonder how she will look like if she smiled or laughed or cry, so far she gave him only blank face and fearful face, lastly her confusion face… thinking of that he mumble to himself
“penny for your thoughts miss Gadodia”
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Swara
I sat on my desk trying to control my fasting breathes… dear lord give me strength…. help me…