Chapters:

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Chapter 5

Gudiya 1

Gudiya began with her story. Jay insisted her to sit comfortably on a chair, but she was continuously moving and shifting. Maybe her past was haunting her again. She couldn’t sit comfortably.

‘Are you alright?’ asked Jay.

‘Hmmm…’ she replied hesitatingly.

‘Listen, don’t worry, just speak your heart out, there’s no need to be afraid of anyone, or anything.’ Jay pressed her hand gently, and comforted her.

‘I’m trying to, but you see, the pimp, the lady who controls all of us, she is very cruel and inhumane. She keeps an eye on all the girls, I tried to escape many times, but she even tore off our passports. We cannot leave the country at any cost. She doesn’t allows any of us to move alone, there are always people, who accompany us and who always follow us. That’s the reason I don’t speak to strangers, I don’t seek help. The message I wrote on that toilet paper? It was also from a pen that I found in the washroom, because the pens that they give us, are all instilled with some kind of technology, and a video cam, that records everything we write. If we ask for help, we are not provided any food for days…’ she burst out crying.

Jay could do nothing, but pat her back a little to console her. She had become weak and submissive, she had no power or strength to fight for herself anymore. Jay could not even imagine the situations she might have been through.

‘Listen, first of all tell me, how did you get here? How it all started?’

The mere thought of her past only, shuddered Gudiya, and she quivered in her chair.

‘Relax, here, have some water.’ Jay passed a glass of water, and she drank it all in one go. He could sense the terror that must have fallen upon the poor soul.

‘It’s a story of 10 years ago, 10 or 11, I don’t remember now, but something that is fresh in my mind even today. I was born in Bangladesh, and my parents died in an accident, I hardly have any memories with them, it was my aunt, whom I called ‘mausi’, who became my guardian and care-taker. She brought me to Delhi with her in few years, guaranteed me a job, money, so that my younger siblings could have a better life. I agreed and went with her, but never did I knew that I would be subjected to such a horrible business. That was the last day, I saw my mausi. She sold me to a pimp in Delhi, who kept me in a dark, stingy room. It was small and suffocated; I felt like a caged bird, the food was passed from a tiny opening at the bottom of the door. The opening was barely the size of my palm…’ Gudiya showed him her hand.

Her hands were so beautiful, and Jay was reminded of Mahi, the only woman of his life. Ignoring the thoughts that occupied his mind, he signalled Gudiya to speak ahead.

‘I was somehow surviving in the dirty and stingy room, at least I was getting food. Then the pimp served me to the customers like a commodity. I was forced to dress up, do make-up, and look presentable. They said I am beautiful…am I?’

Gudiya’s sudden question again diverted Jay. He could say nothing, but just nodded. Gudiya faintly smiled and looked down, maybe she was blushing? Such a beautiful woman, subjected to such a hell, Jay thought. And his determination of getting her out somehow, became stronger.

‘The customers were horrible, most of them were married men, who were unsatisfied from their wives. They came to us, seeking pleasure, and in return, gave us the most horrible memories of our lives. People say sex is love, but for me, it was always money, nothing more. I was given an assurance that the money I’m earning is being sent to my home, to my siblings, but I knew it wasn’t the truth.’

‘You never tried to run away?’ Jay knew it was a stupid question, but then he had nothing else to ask at this moment.

‘You think? I tried a million, rather, billion times, but then I was always caught. Their guards made sure, that there was only ‘entry’, and no ‘exit’.’

‘I’m sorry…’

‘You shouldn’t be, it’s not your fault after all.’ Gudiya smiled.

Jay felt so small and pathetic inside. He thought his life is full of problems, but no, there are people who are sucked deep down into the pool of problems, and they have no way out, still they manage to smile and live life with a hope. And he was the one who always frowned and roared, over nothing.

‘What happened next?’

‘Nothing, the same life continued for few more years, and then I was shifted to Mumbai. People were richer in Mumbai, everyone said, and I could make more money, money for myself, my siblings. I was happy that I got rid of that wimpy pimp of Delhi, and I had one dream…’

‘What dream?’

‘Dream of being a bai. A home-servant? They call her bai, in Mumbai, right?’

‘Yes they do!’ Jay smiled.

‘Being a bai, is a good business, Saheb?’

‘Yes, it is…’ sensing the conditions, Gudiya was trapped in now, being a home-servant was definitely a better job.

‘I wanted to become a bai, and I had also learnt few household chores, I wanted to join ay household, and earn a lot of money, my money, money that I could send to my siblings, so that they could study, and live a better life.’

A tear escaped silently out of Jay’s eye. He wiped it, escaping the sight of the lady, for whom he earned respect, a lady who had been so strong, provided the circumstances she was subjected to. He earned millions per year, yet he was unsatisfied, and there are people whose dream was to become, just a bai. He couldn’t help, but curse himself for never thanking the almighty for giving him a good life. He cursed himself, for always frowning and asking for more, instead of enjoying the little pleasures of life. Gudiya was making him stronger and determined to get Mahi in his life.

‘Are you okay, Saheb?’

‘Oh yes! Absolutely, so where were you? Oh, Mumbai…’

‘Mumbai was worse than a nightmare, Saheb…’ Gudiya couldn’t stop the flood of tears that rushed out of her eyes. She held her head in her hands, and cried…

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  Comments (39)

  • pratikshya..

    August 2, 2013

    nice story..wan 2 read nxt part..:-)

    • Mehek

      August 2, 2013

      All chapters are uploaded here only, dear. Just click on the numbers to move on to the next chapters 🙂

  • syed mofassir

    August 18, 2013

    d story is well written…..an inspiring one…
    if I get a chance to help one such victim of dis hellish bussiness I would do anything 2 pull back from dis cruel prostitution…

    • Mehek

      August 18, 2013

      Thank you very much 🙂 if the government is supportive, scenario can be definitely changed.

  • harsha

    August 25, 2013

    whatttaaa story Mahi.. got tears.. hatsoff girl !! god bless.. keep writing 🙂

    • Mehek

      August 25, 2013

      Thanks a lot 🙂 and my name is Mehek, not Mahi 🙂

  • savita

    August 25, 2013

    gr88888 work dear…..really awsm…..touchng story….n d bitter truth also..,,,

    • Mehek

      August 25, 2013

      Thanks!

  • swati

    August 26, 2013

    this story brout tears in my eyes…we spend thousands a day nt caring sumone sell der body just to get their meal…wish cud help atleast one of them releasing them from such hells..:'(

    • Mehek

      August 26, 2013

      thanks dear 🙂 There are still some people who selflessly help others 🙂

  • Hemal

    August 27, 2013

    Very nice and touching story.
    We r very busy in our own materialistic and selfish beings that we r not able to see the sorrows of other people which r far more realistic than our.
    It is situation which jay faced that will bring us to our real senses and we will think of helping others.

    • Mehek

      August 27, 2013

      Exactly! But nowadays, nobody has the time to do anything for anyone. Even if we see a poor beggar on traffic signal, we’ll prefer to drive fast and ignore him, instead of donating some money, which maybe nothing to us, but everything to that poor soul! 🙂

  • manpreet

    September 29, 2013

    just finished this whole story at once… its really gud… touching story…. now i’m just going to buy ur book ,which i’ven’t read yet… 🙂

    • Mehek

      September 30, 2013

      Thanks! I hope you like Chained too, happy reading 🙂

  • neha

    October 8, 2013

    Ausm story ….infact felt like i ws experiencing it live…….
    .congratulations …to u uuu n tq u for writing it……

    • Mehek

      October 8, 2013

      Thanks a lot 🙂

  • dawn

    October 9, 2013

    Amazingly beautiful!! 🙂
    Gonna read all the stories of ur blog tdy!! 🙂

    • Mehek

      October 9, 2013

      haha 😀 Thanks… 🙂

  • Samayita

    October 11, 2013

    awesome………touched my heart!! :'(

    • Mehek

      October 14, 2013

      Thanks dear 🙂

  • Samayita

    October 14, 2013

    u rite awesome lov stories!! cn u rite a few more..?

    • Mehek

      October 15, 2013

      Of course why not? 😉 let my exams be over I’ll be back with a lot more 😀

  • shubhangi

    January 27, 2014

    Your writing is so damn captivating….really looking forward to read your novel CHAINED…. 😀

    • Mehek

      January 27, 2014

      Thank you dear 🙂

  • Pranjal

    May 12, 2014

    awestruck.. !!
    I was actually living the story.. you narrated it so so beautifully.. as if I know the characters.. gudiya.. jay.. mahi..!
    the way you described every situation from Bangladesh to Thailand.. n graveyard to taj mahal.. it was beautiful… its 4 am.. m habing my external vivas tomorrow… n al I am doing is reading dis story.. 😀
    your writting is really addictive.. 🙂

    • Mehek

      May 12, 2014

      That’s the nicest compliment I’ve got for Gudiya, there were more critics to be honest! But thank you 🙂 And do study, don’t screw up your exams. The stories are going to stay here but your exams will pass away…All the best!

  • Prachi

    June 14, 2014

    i can’t define with words how marvelous this story is!!! kudos (y) keep writing such stories dear… u r a great writer indeed…i was extremely sad to read that gudiya died…but yeah…there is the almighty….it seems all so real…real happenings…real characters..playing in my mind…. don’t know what to say…keep writing dear 🙂

    • Mehek

      June 14, 2014

      Thanks a lot Prachi 🙂 Means a lot! Keep reading and stay connected. There are a lot more stories to come 🙂

  • RaVi

    July 2, 2014

    Message*spechless…outstndng MaHaK…….

    • Mehek

      July 2, 2014

      Thanks Ravi, and the name is ‘Mehek’ 🙂

  • Irtayag

    July 25, 2015

    I m speechless… amazing.. how deeply u think and so nicely u pen it down. I was so engrossed into the story.. I cud visualise it. All the characters as if I m not reading it rather watching it live.
    Beautifully written and the message is also so touching..

    • Mehek

      July 25, 2015

      Thanks Gayatri…Gudiya was one of the toughest stories for me to pen down, because writing about prostitution and the ill-fated people associated with it is never easy, but I’m glad I could write it… 🙂 Thanks for reading it! You can follow my latest story here – http://www.mehek.in/fiction/inconsistent-love

  • Behshid Khairdi

    December 14, 2015

    Hello Mehek…..I am totally gripped to your stories….each story teaches me something,all kinds of stories are here..happiness,marriage,horror,black magic….I am savouring each and every story….just wanna thank u for all this…

    • Mehek

      December 15, 2015

      Hello Behshid 🙂 Thank you very much for your kind words of appreciation. I’m glad you liked my blog! Keep reading and stay connected…

  • Daisy

    April 16, 2016

    wow! literally brought tears to my eyes….it’s very sad that these kind of evils are still prevalent…..i wish the sufferers in real life have a happy ending just like gudiya in this story….but i guess that’s the differene between stories and real life….real lives do not always have a happy ending, do they? oh, but how i wish some real life jay would pop up from somewhere and help real life gudiyas….
    yeah, i know i am bad at explaining…
    anyway, now coming on to your writing skills, hw i wish i had a bit of your talent…. from a few days, the name mehek bassi kept coming into my mind, though i did not know why…so i finally searched the internet and am very glad to come across this website….i am a voracious reader and so you know how happy i was when i saw this site…and girl, you are an amazing writer! this is your second story i’ve finished reading in a day…
    i know i talk too much 😀 but hey, i couldn’t help it!!
    well done, mehek! keep writing!!!

    • Mehek

      April 16, 2016

      Thank you so much Daisy! 🙂 Your every comment means a lot to me, I am glad that you liked even the unconventional stories, otherwise most people search for hopelessly romantic love stories alone. Glad to find a reader who values other genres as well, that inspires writers like me to experiment and explore other areas of literature too! Thanks once again…God bless you

  • Kashish Malhotra

    July 31, 2016

    You are outstanding. You are the best.

  • Ankita patel

    December 23, 2018

    You are greatest one. While reading this story, I m feeling like wacthing a very interesting movie. thanx a lot. I m mad for your every story.

    • Mehek

      February 13, 2019

      Thanks a lot Ankita! 🙂 Much love…