Chapter One

No matters...Again she got intertwined in her own thoughts..Thoughts of Despair, Gloom and Hopelessness.

"Insane! All here are insane...Completely Useless."

She remembered those words spoken by her father, whenever he use to come home drunk. And it all was linked with the memories so painful. He had said these just hours after he had tried to fornicate with her mother for the first times in front of her of what would become many. She cried and saw her mother indicating her to go away through her hands. And she ran away from that place, hiding under her bed, crying for what she just saw, her father was hurting her beloved mother and she cursed herself for not doing anything at that moment rather fleeing away from there!. And what could she merely do at that moment? She was a Six year old girl, who had such a brutal father? But one thing she knew if something happens the day next with her then? What would she do? Flee away?

Again things went out of her hands when she saw her father coming home drunk aiming at her. She still was a little baby who knew very little about the realities. For her the world just started from her mother and ended on her too. "Baby come here let's play" he said to her in his disgusting drunken slur, just like he use to talk with her mother. Kriya stood silent and watched her mother hitting his head with a broom, thick wooden broom. She felt safe and frightened at the same time. But more she was unknown of the things which would ruin her tomorrow. His father slapped her mother harder before he took his last breath. And the mother finally won. Mother lost her life in the battle of preserving her daughter's life. She won. Kriya still stood at the end of the hall' numb, and silently watched her mother crashing down on floor bidding her a final bye with that sweet strawberry smile on her face and cried 'I'm with you Doll'. Kriya rushed and encircled her arms around her mother, carved for love. 'You are with me! Promise me you are' kriya cried. 'Yes I'm doll' she heard the last reply. Her mother broke her promise and died on the spot due to excessive bleeding. And the curtain of life fell down. All things came to an end.

With a clicking sound her thoughts came to rest. Soon a woman came and kriya handled her key of the room. The room was sticky dirty and especially the bed, it definitely needed to get cleaned. Today's clients were somewhat easy to deal with. She had to do nothing just few strokes and moves and she was all done.

"I'm done with today" Kriya said in her feeble tired tone. She was in full mood to enjoy her night. She was done with all of her clients-big and small. And now was looking forward to get drunk and enjoy the sweet breeze which tempted people to walk at night time, especially in summers. Her heels clacked against that hard white marbled floor as she left the room, later the building. The night was alive with crowds lining up outside of dance clubs and tourists drinking in the city life. She found her way to a recently opened all-night diner. It was a pretty decent place. She ignored the delirious menu items and went straight for the beer.

One shot down, she felt the need of another. Two shots down, her thoughts were pretty quiet. Few more down...She was all blank, and lost the counts of drinks she took...

"Um...How much?" She asked and started searching her purse to cover her beers.

She took out a bunch of notes and handed without even counting them. Neither she was in a condition to count. Neither there was any need. She calmed herself and got out of that place.

Slowly slowly, she took heavy steps, watching everything around her becoming chaotic.

Which way was she even going? She got confused but sigh she was drunk. Her hand fell onto the lid of a dumpster and, realizing what she was touching, Kriya's stomach twisted. She managed to get two steps away from it before vomiting violently. Her insides heaved uncomfortably. She mumbled an unintelligible curse as she realized she'd gotten puke on her top. "Ugh?."

Straightening, Kriya groaned as everything around her became hazy and obscure.

She felt like she was going to die. She knew what this feeling was; she was about to pass out. Her eyes locked onto the end of the road. She could see people

walking.

. But she didn't make it much farther. Her legs gave out, her ankle twisting on her four-inch heels, knees scraping the grime-covered pavement. She ended up falling on that hard sideway.

She had to turn onto other side prevent sliding on her own vomit. What a way to go, huh? It would have looked lovely in the newspaper, on a miscellaneous page: Prostitute found dead in alley. Um... Well it would be better if it happen tonight. She would Love to go in her dead mother's arms.

She faded in and out of consciousness. At one point, she felt raindrops pelting her skin .Then, at another point she could have sworn she was flying, and thought that perhaps she really had died. Soon something warm was covering her, and she burrowed into it, inhaling the scent of clean laundry, held his hands as he picked her up from that disgusting place. It was a guy! She felt those strong muscles throbbing beneath her palm. But those arms were so much loving; she let herself go with the flow. The immense affection, she felt it for the first time and that too when she was drunk.

The very next morning she woke up with a jolt."Oh" Her head ached, so badly. As if someone was inserting a screw in her skull. But the very next moment she looked around her. Everything was so perfectly placed. The bed sheet was clean and was properly tucked around her.

Wait! What was she wearing?Where is her top and shorts?

She looked at herself. She was wearing a long shirt which reached just above her knees. Where was she? Whose apartment was it? Who was that guy?

But she left all these questions and quickly got her shorts which were kept at the table and looked for her tank top. Gladly she found it hanging on a stand in the balcony. She stuffed it in her bag and turned around to leave.

But as she got around she saw a manly form, standing in front of her. So handsome. But so much like other men mean. She thought.

"Are you fine now?" he asked in his husky tone which sent the electric sparks race down her spine.

"No... Ya...No ... Ahh...My shitty head..." She said in pain holding her head while pained even more now. She bent down on her knees..."Thank you... for... helping me..." she said in between. "Rey 'call me Rey" he said supporting her.

It more sounded like said by heroes in the movies-Vikram rathod call me Vikram rathod , Funky , Filmy. She gave all her thoughts to rest and she asked him "What actually happened last night, why is she wearing his shirt?" Who the hell was he?

No way was she going to see this face ever in life, just wanted to ask the questions. But her internals said something else.

How dare he? But he just helped you Kriya. So what He helped, No man has the right to pull my clothes off without my wish. Okay so see who is talking is this Kriya speaking? Well get to your roots Chick! You are A whore, Just a whore.

And she broke down in her surreal silence having her eyes turned glassy with immense pain.

He watched her broke down as if a fight was going on in her heart and mind, and the result was an outburst of emotions.