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Chapter 6

Gudiya 3

Jay patted on her back, to calm her down. Tears from years back, were still wet enough, and wounds still pained and hurt. Never in his life had Jay encountered such a situation. All his staff and juniors, called him a grumpy man, a man who never smiled, but was perfect in his job, even Jay couldn’t believe that he experienced so many new emotions in him, tonight.

Gudiya drank a glass of water in a sip, and hugged Jay tightly. She was shivering and trembling with fear and terror. Jay lost his strength to ask her for more information, he just wanted the lady to calm down.

‘Feeling better?’ Jay patted her head.

‘Hmmm…’ Gudiya sniffed. She was still sobbing lightly, but continued with her story. Jay didn’t protest. He knew how much strength did it take for the woman to speak out her heart. He simply listened with his camera focusing on the bravest woman he ever witnessed.

‘Mumbai, people call it a city of dreams, but for me, it became the city of nightmares and horrifying events. I can never forget the 3 years spent there, before coming to Thailand. I was sent to another pimp, I requested her, pleaded her, begged her to free me, but she was even worse than the one in Delhi. Delhi woman was shrewd and strict, but the one in Mumbai was lenient, who always promised me freedom, but never granted it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘She would always say, this is your last night, get me five thousand rupees, and you can leave tomorrow. Girls would beg the customers for money, who would beat them and treat them like shit, for few thousands, but even if they succeeded to get the money, the pimp would never free us. I never encountered the poisonous side of a human being, unless I met him…’

‘Who?’

‘Himanshu. He was a regular customer, unmarried, and young. I thought I fell in love with him, but I was wrong. It was never love, but lust. His lust, for my body…’ Gudiya started crying again.

‘If you’re not okay, we can do this some other time, please don’t force yourself…’

‘Saheb, I don’t know if I’ll be alive tomorrow or not, but before dying, I want someone to listen to my story, and know that there is another side of life too. Life is not always as calm and obedient as we think of it. I count each day as a blessing now, when I wake up in the morning and see the sunrise, I thank god for keeping me alive for one more day, because the life I’m living, has no guarantee of survival.’

Jay stared at his arm, which now developed tiny goose-bumps. His soul shivered, and he felt an urge inside, to kill himself. He was unworthy of whatever he had, and people who deserve a life, received hell.

‘What happened to Himanshu then?’

‘He was a beautiful man, a man of my dreams. He drove a taxi and often took me to beach, where we would sit and talk. One day, after making love to him, I told him that I loved him. He got up, wore his clothes, and said, ‘Girls like you are for entertainment, enjoy, and leave. Do you bring the cinema home after watching a movie?’ His words pierced my heart, and I couldn’t even reply him. I knew he was also right on his part. I was nothing more than a piece of entertainment…’ Gudiya again broke down.

‘I’m sorry I’m interrupting you again and again, but I can’t control my heart whenever it comes to Himanshu…’

‘It’s completely alright…’

They took a few minutes break. Jay ordered the dinner. Gudiya was mesmerized to see delicacies served to her.

‘What? Haven’t you seen food before?’ Jay laughed a bit.

‘I have, but not as grand as this feast. Thank you, Saheb.’ Gudiya looked at Jay with a shining smile on her face.

Just a good meal brought her happiness, how simple and non-demanding life she lived. Jay was immediately reminded of his college days where one day, he went to Mahi’s home, and she prepared some lunch for him. And he didn’t ate even a single bite, as it had high amount of salt. How much would it have hurt Mahi? He thought. He looked at Gudiya, who was enjoying her meal with full pleasure. He looked up and thanked the almighty, for giving him a luxurious life, and gently whispered: ‘Sorry, Mahi. Please forgive me…’

‘What happened? Aren’t you going to eat?’

‘Of course I am!’ Jay took his plate and poured some gravy over the rice, and started eating.

‘Have this, it’s awesome…’ Gudiya passed over some cake to him. He gently picked up a small piece.

‘Have more, please!’ Gudiya insisted and placed a bigger piece in his plate.

‘No, please. I don’t like sweet things, I’m afraid of diabetes!’ Jay chuckled. Gudiya laughed heartily. She looked so beautiful while laughing. Why God is so unfair at times? Jay asked himself.

As they finished off their dinner, they were again back to shooting. Jay set up his camera, with the red dot, on Gudiya’s face, she looked better now.

‘Himanshu left, like the others, but the difference was, he touched my heart instead of just my body. But  I moved on somehow, I knew my life was not normal, and I can never settle down like a normal woman. I am trapped into a cage, from where death is the only escape. It was 3 years now, that I was into this filthy business, and I was tired of the hide and seek I played daily, to try to escape. I was tired…so I gave in. I lost all faith, and hope, I met many men, who guaranteed me freedom on the cost of one night, but I knew, it was never gonna come, so I never expected.’

Jay sighed. His own life, his problems, all seemed so tiny in front of Gudiya’s life. He felt ashamed of himself for being so bossy and superior at times, for being so indifferent, and rude.

‘Men would come to me, with fantasies of their own. Some would slap me while doing me, while some would force me to call them: brother, uncle, chacha, and some were so horrible who would insist me to call them ‘dad’ while they did me!’

Jay continuously looked down, he had no words, no questions, and his strength to interview her anymore, was exhausted out. He couldn’t believe how low were the self-esteems of the people, to make her say all that. They fantasised their own sisters and daughters, how inhumane were those people. But then, stepping inside a brothel was the first inhumane and disgusting task to do, let alone making the prostitutes call them names. Paying someone for a night, is the most horrible thing one can do, it simply means exploiting the poor for money, taking advantage of innocent girls, and ladies, who are forced into this business.

‘I know it’s disgusting. Even listening to all this, glues your sight to the ground, then what about girls like me? Who are forced to do all this? After spending hellish years in Mumbai, I was sent to Thailand. My pimp sold me for money, because I was beautiful…they say. Am I really beautiful, Saheb?’

Jay just closed his eyes, and tears escaped down to his cheeks. He had no words to describe, how beautiful she was…

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  • 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…