BYPS, The Platinum Package

The day was Monday; busy and business. My Titan wristwatch already glanced more than twenty times in ten minutes. It was 8:31 pm. My white Hyundai was stuck in the middle of a traffic jam. My driver was pretending to move fast. A TATA truck was in front of us, blocking the full road as well as created several blockages in my heart.

‘Turn off the A.C and open at least one window,’ Folding my wet hands, I requested again. It seemed that the Uber driver was once a baby of one of the millionaires, used to spend all the day in the air-conditioned bedroom.

’30 minutes away from your destination,’ I googled. The green screen of my Galaxy Note 10 pro in the scary darkened car was like eating my sleepy stressed eyes.

‘I can’t wait anymore,’ I said in a lazy voice.                                       

I asked the driver, ‘Any shortcut, you know?’

Though choosing a shortcut and effortless journey in life is illegal as per the law book of life.

He nodded. ‘Go straight, then turn left, see your right. And then….’

‘Then?’ I asked.

He cleared his throat as if he was going to tell me something mystical. He said, ‘You can see so pompous and spicy road. You have to go straight. Otherwise, you’ll be hypnotized.’

‘So dramatic!’

‘Are those astrologers are now strolling on the streets?’ I laughed.

He also joked, ‘Forget about those educated and gold-medalist guys. And think about the real cheese of the world.’

I couldn’t figure out anything serious. Whatever, I paid him as per the displayed bill on his phone and started walking as he directed.

My legs became numb as I turned left. The sparkling murderous blood-red light across the street revealed the hideout of a cold-headed murderer. I moved slowly watching all the sides and my eyes’ movements were not less than a matronly Investigator. Numerous small rooms were there. Also, I noticed some Hindi lines written boldly. Some of them, I managed to readout. Those words were so violent and ear-warming. I could hear the heart beeping louder than ever.

I murmured, ‘Yuck! How lewd those words are!’

I started walking, more clearly I was running. The girls out there were showing off their bodies, pretending to open their treasure island. I held my breath.

‘Not supposed to see them. Go…move. Don’t turn around.’ Most of them were in sleazy silk saree, trying to show what was inside of the varicoloured lamina. All the dirty-visioned men were watching them moving their dramatically shaped bodies. Some of those illusion drunkards were flying their money on redolent air.

‘Now I am sure. This is a prostitute centre,’ I said in my mind.

I went on pretending to avoid them. But the eyes of mankind are not so obedient. Suddenly, my eyes stopped watching around and concentrating on a single girl. That lady was also in a costly malevolent white dress. But she was not like others. She was sitting in a corner of a half-darkened room, drawing something on the rosy bed sheet. A girl unexpectedly stood next to me holding softly my right shoulder.

She asked, ‘Like to have her on your bed? She is too demanding. Give some and then make her painful.’

‘No no. I just want to meet her. I think I know her. But can’t see her face.’ I cleared my intention.

She rolled her eyes as much as possible as if my mother had caught me smoking. ‘Okay. Face, then kiss, looking inside and then go on. I know all the man. Sh! Give money and go,’ She said rudely.

She was not in a situation to hold my words. So, I paid for her and then slowly moved towards my destination.

I was standing beside her mutely. I realized that she was in terrible hesitation but what she did next was so unexpected.

She slowly began to lower the chain of her shirt. Her cleavage became more visible. I stopped her instantly, saying, ‘What are you doing? I am not from those. Relax.’

Maybe, she recognized me. I didn't know if she was known to me at all.

I commenced, ‘Do you know me somehow? Your body shape makes you look like someone very close to me. So, I’m asking.’

She spoke, ‘What are you doing here?’ She hadn’t seen me yet.

‘You know me?’

‘Yes. I know your root.’

I muted myself to think. ‘Let me guess. Your voice is so….’

A nanosecond after I guess, ‘You are Jasmine?’

Her slight-smiled face astonished me. I asked, ‘Anything funny? Aren’t you?’

‘After a decade, I heard my vile name in your voice, feeling like a respected lady,’ She responded.

‘It was your decision, madam,’ I murmured. The pain of rejection rose again.

‘Hey, stop. Someone is there,’ She whispered. There was a guy in a black dress seeing us from the back door.

She suggested, ‘Can we move to somewhere else? Any park?’

It was almost 10. The Viridi Desire Park was quite quiescent. ‘Let’s go there. Not so dark.’ I indicated a bench, covered with chippy leaves. And then the conversation was started.

‘Why were you there, alone? That’s not a good place for good ladies?’ I asked her, curious.

‘It’s a place for a good-looking woman. And I’m so glad to be there, you know. My every day is very witty.’

‘You are happy to sell your body? Any woman can be? I don’t believe,’ I opinioned. I lowered my head. I did not understand what to do. She had many boyfriends once and loved to spend time with them but not so fool to sell her property. That’s so weird, isn’t it?

‘I know, what you are thinking.’ She said.

‘What?’

‘A boy was there, the closest friend of mine. I gave her all my mysteries, unbuttoned. I felt that he loved me and so he wanted to be with me in one bed. But, I was wrong. It was all about my twisted body and the name of the guy is..’ I interrupted the conversation to let her know my knowledge about her. ‘Jan, right?’

‘How do you know?’ She bubbled her eyes.

I tricked my right hand and showed her an act that all magicians on stage do. I gathered much information about her too-progressive life from her friends but any of those didn’t tell me about this.

‘Not important. You tell me, are you happy in selling yourself every night?’ I asked shocked Jasmine.

‘No, can’t be. It’s common sense. Jan promised to marry me. So, I opened myself in front of him. Because he was going to be my husband and permanent bed sharer. So, I didn’t think of anything before and after. But, my predictions went wrong.’

I questioned, ‘What happened next?’

‘He exploited me. He shot that night from the opening of my red night dress till my panting.’

‘Then?’

‘Jan was found a worker in prostitute center. He came to me requesting to be one of those entertainers. But, I rejected him. And he showed me the video. The arrow headed sword attacked the middle of my blonde chest. He was blackmailing me. He told me that if I rejected his dirty proposal he would post the video on Facebook.’

‘So, you accept that? Wow! You didn’t even think to take help from the police. Fool!,’ I yelled at her, getting possessive.

‘In the video, I was not drunk, not even forced. What will I say to them? Should I say to them I am a sucking bitch, I intimated with him and now he is rejecting me? Oh hello, he didn’t sign any contract. Love depends on faith, not on law.’

I laughed. ‘Love? Oh! Do you know the spelling? You are a chilling girl. The boys believe in love are a bloody idiot for you, right?’

I knew that she didn’t have any words to confess.

‘Now, what to do? I can’t leave you on the hands of beasts,’ I showed my concerns for her though I didn’t require to show.

‘Who are you to me? I am an exploited girl. Leave me. My life is already in the middle of hell. Don’t waste your time anymore,’ She said with a sigh.

I slapped the bench very hard and said, ‘You don’t know? You are nothing to me?’

‘Your wife will misunderstand you. And what about your babies?’ She told.

I wrinkled, ‘Shit! Who informed you that I’m married? Still, I am a virgin. And babies? O hell! You are too much learned. Haha…..’

‘I guessed so. Why haven’t you married anybody yet? You are so handsome, you know.’

I didn’t reply.

One minute later, she looked at me, maybe she was thinking about my psychological problem of waiting for a girl throughout the whole life. ‘Arav, there is an option, very costly,’ she picked my name to tell the last hope.

‘What?’

‘There is a package, named BYPS,’ She informed.

I didn’t figure out the meaning of what she said. Though it is hard to remember the elaboration of all the short forms.

‘Be your permanent slave. It is the most costly and entertaining package. And it includes five pages of terms and conditions. I’ll go to the house of the selector of this package to feel them entertained all the time.’

‘What’s the amount?’

‘25600 per month and additional charges applied if I got injured while he is intimating with me,’ She said.

Money downs her head before Love. And that universal truth remained the same in this case. I clicked on the platinum package to secure her life. Neither I intend to smell her body nor have any desire to omit the ‘virgin’ tag attached by society on me. I simply wanted to have her by my side. The way was not quite respected, the followed path is illegal, but remember, I told you, love doesn’t maintain law book. I don’t know what is going to happen. But, I would not let her feel pain anymore. Before anything, we were a friend and friendship is the mother of all the relationships.