Samir and Sakshi -By Anand Verma


Samir was alone in his room. Heavily

drunk. Sakshi, his girlfriend, left him,


a few months back. Reason? She had
caught him visiting a brothel.
Even worse, she came to know the
girl in the brothel were under-18.
She had slapped him, cried for a day
or two and then packed her bags
and left. They had been in a live-in
since 2 years before that.

Samir was rich. Even though 25, he
was a big businessman thanks to his
sharp skills.He was soft spoken,
humble and a quiet guy.
Add to that his collection of cars and
his fit body, he was everything a girl
could ask for.
But he fell for Sakshi. She seemed
like the definition of beauty. The
slim waist, those deep black eyes
below the beautiful eyebrows. That
long hair tied in a bun, a strand of
which came to her face.
His jaw dropped when he first saw
her and just like a stupid romeo, he
straightaway went and proposed her.
At first, she was shocked and looking
at his Audi A8 and his clothes, she
took him to be a rich spoilt brat of a
rich parent who slept around with
girls.
But how wrong she was! All Samir
had inherited from his Dad was a
piece of land to setup his company.
And after continuously asking her for
a date for two months and getting
denied, he hacked into her facebook
account and changed her password.
He wasn't a genius for nothing. Not
to mention,that he gazed at her
pictures all day.
And after offering to give her
account back to her if she agreed for
a date, Sakshi had no choice but to
accept. Not that she couldn't complain to
the police, but Samir's simplicity
had started to show the effect on
her.
And after the first date, she just
couldn't turn back. She just fell for
him. She came to know how he had
erected his own fortune, and how he
had never got any time for girls until
he met her. He wanted to change
the world. To change the society. To
help people. She knew, he wasnt
lying. She could read that in his
eyes. Three days after their first
date, they shared their first kiss,
seven days later, they lost their
virginity and 12 days later, she had
moved to his apartment.
They seemed true soulmates for each
other until she came to know that
he was visiting a brothel lately.
Even his friends didnt believed that.
Simply because, Samir wasn't that
type of guy; and more importantly,
because he was happy with Sakshi.
And since she left him, he had
started drinking heavily.
And now, instead of visiting the
brothel, he started calling the girls
at his place.
He cried when he was alone,
remembering the moments he had
spent with Sakshi and how much
wrong she had taken him to be.
Obviously, there isn't only a single
side to a story. Likewise, Samir too,
visited the brothel for an hour. He
used to hand the agent hard cash
and ask for the youngest girl they
had in the brothel. And obviously,
he asked for a closed private
compartment.
Money has its own advantages, you
know.
And sometimes, when the girl was
escorted to his compartment, he
used to be shocked that some were
as young as 12 or 13.
His heart would cry but not him. He
was strong.
 He used to make them sit and ask
them how they were brought here
and what do they get and do they go
to school and thousands of
questions. Obviously, he wasn't a
pedophile. Neither a lust driven
man. Even the girl would be
surprised that he was so humble and
polite. And he didn't want to have sex
with them. For those girls, Samir was
a ray of hope.
And after talking with them on the
first meeting, Samir started teaching
the girl whoever was escorted to
him. And while departing, he would
give the girl 1000 bucks for herself.
He used to say that she would need
them. He used to send the girls books too, so that they could learn by
themselves. Not to mention that he paid the agent for the appoint too.
In subsequent visits, Samir became
the favorite of both category of
people. 

The agents or in desi, the
dalaals, because he paid them well
as well as the girls because he was
just so good. Polite. Honest. They
were at a loss of adjectives for him.
Obviously, they knew what adjectives
meant cause he had taught that to
some of them lately. And yes, all this
was kept a secret between Samir and
the girls. Obviously, most of them
were either sold by their parents
when they were young or some were
just kidnapped and brought there.
None of them wanted to work there
and Samir was their only flame in
the darkness. They were happy to
keep the secret. All this was going
on when the lightning struck. And
it had to, with Samir's mind
elsewhere. Sakshi could read his
mind. She knew something was
wrong. And then she saw it herself,
one day. 
But all she saw was Samir going in the brothel. And yes,
she could be forgiven for being
judgmental. Anyone could be.
Samir decided to not tell her the
truth, because he felt pained that
she believed him to be a cheater.
He remained silent when she asked
if that was true and taking his
silence to be a yes, she cried days
and nights, finally leaving. Samir
cried himself too.
But then he decided to divert his
mind to his old work.
He worked at his office in the day,
and started calling the girls at night
to his apartment. He paid a good
amount to the agents so they were
happy to send him one for the
night.
And obviously, he would teach the
respective girl all night. All girls
used to wait with bated breath for
their chance to visit him because he
was so nice to them. The girls had
formed a bond among themselves
because of the 'Samir secret' and
they had a sense of unity among
them.
Samir had started taking sleep
deprivation pills to stay up all night
and it was getting a good amount of
hard work from him to work so hard
both in the day and in the night.
And today, was another such day.
Usual! He had come from the office
at 6. The girl would come at 8. And
in between those two hours, he
drank and he cried. He cried
everyday for Sakshi. He wanted her
back so bad. It was two months
since she left. And he felt hollow
inside himself. Obviously, he loved
her so damn much.
He was crying when he heard a
knock on the door. He saw his watch.
It was 8 o'clock.
The respective girl must have
arrived.
 He quickly got up. Washed his face
to wipe the tears and brushed to
eliminate the smell of alcohol and
then went to the door.
He pulled the door inside. And
thud!!!
A slap landed right on his left
cheek. It was Sakshi.
She pounced on him like a tigress
and then grabbing his hair towards
her, kissed him the hardest she
could. Samir was at a loss of words.
Tears flowed from the eyes of both of
them as she threw him on the bed.
'Why didn't you tell me that?' She
asked as she broke the kiss and
cried on his chest.
'I was waiting. Waiting for you to
realise on your own.'
They kissed, they cried, they made
out for the next hour or so in their
bedroom.
'Oh shit!' Sakshi exclaimed
remembering something.
'What?' Samir questioned.
'I left the girl outside.' Sakshi
replied. And went towards the door
before remembering she was naked.
She covered herself up with a
bed sheet and then looked for the
girl outside the door but she
couldn't see anyone. Her eyes fell
on the ground and she saw a letter
slipped under the doormat.
She picked it up and started reading
as more tears rolled down her eyes.
'Samir' she blurted out with effort
through her tears.
He came rushing to her. Seeing the
letter in her hand he her what was
that. All she did was handle the
letter to him.
He took the letter and started
reading.
"Samir bhaiya,
Thank you so much for the help. And
the money. And for being polite.
And for the teachings.
Thank you for everything.
Today, we all girls have decided to execute the plan that we had
devised in the last few days. We are
fleeing. Yes, with the money we have
and with whatever we have learnt,
we can start a new life.
The one, in which, we could do
something better than selling our
flesh.
People say that we can just feel god,
but we have seen him. He looks like
you.
Thanks for our new life.
Lovingly
The prostitute whom you never saw
as one :-)"



As he finished reading the letter, a

smile escaped through his tears.

A smile that said that he knew this
was going to happen. He knew what
they needed was education and
hope. And money. And he gave them
all three. He knew this was bound to
happen.
He took the letter, pushed it in a
book lying nearby as he picked up
Sakshi in his arms and went for a
happy, merry night once again.

Written and Submitted by ANAND VERMA. (IIT Student, Jaipur, Rajasthan)


Hope you all enjoyed this story shared on my blog by Anand.
Let the summer sizzle continue! Will share more posts by others in my 12 day blog fest! enjoy!

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