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Beauty in the Dumps
#WritcoStoryPrompt75
The year was 1995,
was a simple bachelor in my 20s
who was starting a career in Finance.
Had a bunch of friends who were
busy killing time, and chasing
girls was their fun pass time.
The adults around me
warned me about them.
"They're a bunch of ne'er-do-wells
while you're the mature one." They'd say.
Although, my friends had jobs
and each having the capacity
to settle down, their reputations
were built as such, thanks to
their rowdy behavior.
On an aimless occasion, one of them
hinted at me being a celibate. They'd all
done it, some with their partner, who
they'd been betrothed to while some
with a random woman. Showed me obscene
pictures and videos, arousing a desire
that I knew was wrong. Even though,
I didn't pay attention to their silly jokes
on my virginity, this time I did take offense
as I had no woman in my life, since I was too
busy burying my head in my education.
Now, at least I thought, I would
get someone, though it was just
a wishful thinking. My dad on the other hand taught me to be a man with
good values, with integrity and loyalty
being my foundation. He lost my mother
when I was quite young
and raised me on his own.
If he knew, what depravity engulfed
my mind, he would be disappointed.
One day, however, my friends came up with a nasty plan to visit the red light area for some fun time. At first, I rejected the idea,
but determined to prove that I wasn't
some useless virgin, decided that this
would help get that vile tag off of me.
We visited the said depraved area around
midnight, and observing all the obscenity,
my stomach churned, but controlling myself
made my way to the pimp, standing
near the lady dealing with a man who
was a customer and ushering him to a small room with another lady. Upon, looking at the five of us, they looked thrilled.
The pimp nodding in our direction,
asked us in a hoarse Hindi accent about what sort of 'maal' (product) we were looking for.
I felt a sickening feeling in my gut,
and wanted to urge my friends to
leave this place at once, but one of them beat me to it saying, "We'll choose one of our liking, but our friend here is quite new, would you mind helping him?"
The lady standing beside the pimp nodded,
and signalled me to follow her. After reaching a room that was covered by a curtain, she mentioned the rate for the girl and that to pay her after the deed was done. I nodded, and entering the room, saw a woman sitting on the bed with a red loose end of her saree (pallu) covering her face.
I approached her slowly and lifted her pallu revealing her face. She was indeed, beautiful, but despite this, a melancholic look flashed all over her delicate face. Her eyes met mine, begging for help, begging for mercy, as I gently caressed her face and tucked away a lose strand of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes for a moment as the tears poured down her face, and...
The year was 1995,
was a simple bachelor in my 20s
who was starting a career in Finance.
Had a bunch of friends who were
busy killing time, and chasing
girls was their fun pass time.
The adults around me
warned me about them.
"They're a bunch of ne'er-do-wells
while you're the mature one." They'd say.
Although, my friends had jobs
and each having the capacity
to settle down, their reputations
were built as such, thanks to
their rowdy behavior.
On an aimless occasion, one of them
hinted at me being a celibate. They'd all
done it, some with their partner, who
they'd been betrothed to while some
with a random woman. Showed me obscene
pictures and videos, arousing a desire
that I knew was wrong. Even though,
I didn't pay attention to their silly jokes
on my virginity, this time I did take offense
as I had no woman in my life, since I was too
busy burying my head in my education.
Now, at least I thought, I would
get someone, though it was just
a wishful thinking. My dad on the other hand taught me to be a man with
good values, with integrity and loyalty
being my foundation. He lost my mother
when I was quite young
and raised me on his own.
If he knew, what depravity engulfed
my mind, he would be disappointed.
One day, however, my friends came up with a nasty plan to visit the red light area for some fun time. At first, I rejected the idea,
but determined to prove that I wasn't
some useless virgin, decided that this
would help get that vile tag off of me.
We visited the said depraved area around
midnight, and observing all the obscenity,
my stomach churned, but controlling myself
made my way to the pimp, standing
near the lady dealing with a man who
was a customer and ushering him to a small room with another lady. Upon, looking at the five of us, they looked thrilled.
The pimp nodding in our direction,
asked us in a hoarse Hindi accent about what sort of 'maal' (product) we were looking for.
I felt a sickening feeling in my gut,
and wanted to urge my friends to
leave this place at once, but one of them beat me to it saying, "We'll choose one of our liking, but our friend here is quite new, would you mind helping him?"
The lady standing beside the pimp nodded,
and signalled me to follow her. After reaching a room that was covered by a curtain, she mentioned the rate for the girl and that to pay her after the deed was done. I nodded, and entering the room, saw a woman sitting on the bed with a red loose end of her saree (pallu) covering her face.
I approached her slowly and lifted her pallu revealing her face. She was indeed, beautiful, but despite this, a melancholic look flashed all over her delicate face. Her eyes met mine, begging for help, begging for mercy, as I gently caressed her face and tucked away a lose strand of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes for a moment as the tears poured down her face, and...
