Hi all.. I am back with a new story. The 50% credit of this idea goes to KSarah. Do read and review.
Sona Mahal, brothel in Mumbai
There is a commotion as a middle aged man is brought inside the main courtyard of the brothel. He is badly injured, breathing raggedly.
Woman: arre ..dekho Shailu bhauuu ko kya ho gaya. Arre daactar ko phone lagaoo. Bhauuu kuch nahi hoga. Abhi aati main. Sabko laati
Injured man: rukoo Chanda. Mera beta. Bulaoo usse. sits back clutching his stomach. Two men have knifed him badly. He watches as his blood now drips on the mud below.
Chanda runs in the bylanes shouting out a boy's name.
Chanda: Dinyaaaaa…eeeeeeeeeee Dinyaaaaaaaaaaaaa..dinyaa ko dekha? She asks a couple of young girls.
Girl: woh laxmi amma ke ghar ke baahar carom khelta hoga.
Chanda (running):Ammaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..Laxmi Ammmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..Bhau ko kisine chakuu maaraaaaaaaaaaaaaa..
Boy: eeeeeeeeeee Dinyaaaaaaaa..yeh chanda kya bolreli hai. tere baap ko koi chakuuu maara?
Dinya (getting up, scared): Amaaaaaaaaaaaaa….he runs inside
Soon all the inmates of the brothel gather near the injured man. His son runs in through the crowd.
Dinya: Babaaaaaa..babaaaaaa..khoooon..kisne maara? He is visibly scared. He is just 14 years old.
Injured man:Dinyaaa..idhar aa mere paas. He beckons with his hand. The boy quickly goes in his arms.
Dinya (crying):Babaaaa. Mujhe chodke mat jaa. Main akela ho jaayega
Injured man (breathing hard): Tu akela nahi hai re. Laxmi amma hai tere saath. He looks at Laxmi. Laxmii..idhar aa.
Laxmi (crying): nahi hoga tereko. Daactar aa raha hai.
Injured man: mere paas time nahi hai. yeh le mera dinyaa. Aaj se tuich iski Maa, aur tu hi baap. Ache se paalna. He uses his hand to call her nearer. Laxmi goes near.
Injured man (whisper): isse acha aadmi bana. Yahan se baahar bhej. Sonabai ke chakkar me mat laa. Meri aakhri ichaa hai yeh.
He falls silent thereafter.
Laxmi (loudly): Bhauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…aaaaaaaa…she wails beating her chest, sad at the loss of a brother like figure in this dirty world.
Dinya (sobbing):Babaaaaa…Babbaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…the boy sobs at the loss of his father.
Sonabai (brothel owner): aeeeee…kya rona dhona lagaya hai haan. Customer ke aane ka time hai. eeee kya dekhta hai. le jaoo isko yahan se. yeh le paise- she throws some notes. Jaa karaa do iska antim sanskaar. aaeee kaatya, aeeee santosh- saaf suuf kar jagah ko. Khoon ka dhabba nikaal. Aee laxmi jaa tayaar ho jaa. Tera aaj dance hai na woh seth ka party me. Advance liyela hai prepares to leave
Laxmi (crying): Bai. Kaise jaaon? Bhauuu mara hai mera. She sobs again.
Sonabai (coming closer): Dekh Laxmi. Apun ke dhandhe me ronaa dhonaa allowed nahi hai. apna kaam doosron ko khush karna hai. chahe andar se tu toot hi kyun naa jaaye. Bhau mara hai teri Maa nahi. Tera sagaa thode tha. Aise roj kisi bahaane se aasoo nikaalegi toh phir bhookich maregi. Chal jaa abhi! Waise bhi mard rote ke liye mard ban aur apna aasoo ki tanki ko pii jaa. Samjhi. She sneers.
Laxmi is a transgender. A woman trapped in a man's body. She makes her living by working as a prostitute with Sonabai. Shailu Bhaau (Shailesh) worked as an odd man for Sonabai in his brothel. He was sympathetic to the women there but never could support them openly against Sonabai. His wife died after giving birth to his only son – Dinyaa. Though his son was brought up in this dirty place, he wished a better future for his son. Hence he made sure he went to school and had sworn that his son would never work for Sonabai.
Dinyaa (crying): Amma. Mera kya hoga?
Laxmi (wiping tears): Main hai naa. Ro mat. Chal uth. Mere kholi me jaa. Main aati hoon raat me. Khaana banaya hai maine. Khaa le.
Laxmi walks to her room and dresses for the dance show at the Seth's party.
7 years later, Small village in UP
Woman: aeeeeeeeeeeeee Purvaiyaaaaaaa..arreeeeee ooooo Purvaiyaaaaa…
Girl (16 year old): Aayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Chachiiiiiiiiiiii..
She quickly fills water in the two pots and walks fast to reach her angry aunt. She sees the cane in her hand and gets scared.
She stand at the same spot as the woman comes nearer and hits her on her legs.
Girl (balancing the pots): Areeee chachi..maariye mat..aaaahhhh..matki kahin gir naa jaaye…
Chachi(hitting again): Matki ki chinta hai. chor kahinki. Ek roti bachaayi thi hamare bitwaa ke liye. Who bhi khaa gayi. Daayan kahinki.
Girl (tears): bhook lagi thi chachi. Aage se aisa nahi karoongi.
Chachi: ghar chal pehle. Matki ka paani ghade me bhar. Phir dekhti hoon ..she pushes the girl.
The girl walks home, fills the water in the bigger pots. She turns to see her chachi with a burning firewood in hand.
Girl (scared): Chachiiiiiii..nahiiiii…maariye mattt. Bhook lagi thi. subah se kuch khaaya nahi tha. Isliye le li roti. Her aunt hears no pleas of her and burns her right foot with the wood.
After some time
The girl walks limping to the room where the photos of Gods are kept. She bends down slowly with pain and lights the lamp of god.
Girl (tears): Hey SitalaMaata. Main roj aapke naam ka diyaa jalaati hoon. Aapse yahi prarthna karti hoon. Mujhe iss jagah se mukti dilaa shaadi karwa dijiye.
She prays with her eyes closed.
Chachi (hitting on her head): Tu yahan baithi hai. rotiyaan teri ammaa belegi kaa? Bhaag phoote mere. Marne se pehle ghar ka ek kaam bhi naa sikha gayi tujhe teri maa ne. Kaun karega tujhse byaah? Kalmoohi, tu toh maanglik bhi thehri. Jaa jaake kaam kar. Muft ka khaa khaa ke moti huye jaa rahi hai.
Purvaiyya runs to the kitchen ignoring her pain and sets out making rotis for the huge family – her grandparents, her father, her uncle-aunt, her 5 cousins. Her father is a good for nothing drunkard.
Her uncle has a small mechanic shop in the village. He is the main moneymaker in the house.
Mumbai, Sona Mahal
Sonabai: Kya bola woh Arab seth? Kitni chokri chahiye?
Man: 10 ladkiyon ki maang ki hai. ladki kawaari ho toh 3 guna daam.
Sonabai (excited): kab aa raha hai yeh seth?
Man: agle mahine ki 21 tareek ko.
Sonabai (happy): chal kaam ho jaayega. Jaraa mobile laa. Sukhi ko phone laga
Sonabai (on phone): Sukhiiiiiiiii. Kidhar hai tu. Kaam hai terese . ek party hai. 10 aloo ki bori chahiye. Kawlaa (tender) hua toh maal double, kitna laa sakta hai tu?
Sukhi : kitna time milega? Ek aloo ki bori abhi meri najar me hai.1-2 hafte me laa sakta hoon. Thoda advance chahiye lekin.
Sonabai (smiling): pahile aloo ki photo toh bhej. Maal acha laga toh payment advance bhej doongi.
Sukhi: Bhejta hai do din me. Rakhta hai abhi
Man: Sonabai. Who Vijay bhau ke gunde phir lafda kar rahe hai.
Sonabai (spitting pan): yeh lafda toh roj ka ho gaya hai. arre bhej naa ek do chokro ko. Dimaag thikaane laga denge saalon ki
Man: kisko bhejoon? Kal hi Michel aur Ramyaa ko police uthaake le gayi. Aur Usman aur Ganesh toh baaju waali galli me gaye hai. vasooli ke liye.
Sonabai: yeh bhi naya kach kach hai. roj roh kahan se kisi gunde ko laoon main. Main kya paalti hai gundo ko?
Man: Bai ek baat boloon. Woh Shailuu bhauu ka ladka kaisa rahenga? Ekdum hutta kata hai. taakatwar. Usko dhandhe me laate hai naa. Apne ghar ka hi toh hai.
Sonabai: arre haan. Kya naam hai uska?
Man: Dinyaa.
Sonabai (chewing new paan): Dinyaaa. Jaa bula toh Laxmi ko.
Laxmi and Sonabai
Laxmi: mujhe kyun bulaya yahan?
Sonabai: kya Laxmi. Umar ho gayi teri ab. Baal bhi safed ho gaye. Ab tu kaise kamaayegi? Kaise khilayegi?
Laxmi: haddiyon me jaan hai abhi bhi. Tabhi toh chota mota kaam kar leti hoon.
Sonabai: haan haan. Nayi ladkiyon ko sawaarna, unko teri adaayen sikhaana, make up karna acha kar leti hai. magar isse tera pet bharta hai kya? Mere paas ek offer hai tere waaste.
Laxmi: kaisa offer?
Sonabai: Shailuu ka beta mujhe de de. Mere bahut kaam aayega woh.
Laxmi (getting up): Khabardaar uske taraf aankh bhi daala toh. Maine Bhau se waada kiya tha. Wos iss gandgi se door rahega. Iskeliye usse yahan se door bheja hai. main haath jodti teri Bai. Tu mere se naukri karwaale. Mereko tera ghulaam banaa de, magar 'Dushyant' pe nazar mat daal.
Sonabai (surprise):Dushyant? yeh naya gentleman kaun hai re?
Laxmi: Shailuu bhau ke ladke ka asli naam Dushyant hai. woh toh yahan rehke woh Dinyaa ban gaya. Badi mushkil se usse Dushyant banaya hai. Chodd de Baai. main haath jodti tere.
Sonabai: Theekh hai jaa. Laxmi leaves the place. Sonabai chews her pan and smiles evilly.
Hey guys. I am back after my break. I took my time to settle things in my mind and to get away from negativity on FF.
Thank you to those people who wrote positive comments. it made me feel welcome and appreciated. Thank you for being nice.
Thank you also to some who wanted me to disappear from FF! Hahahaha.. you wish! Writing is my passion and I wont give it up so soon to satisfy your egos.
So all those people who wished the end of 'Serial like' stories, I think it will still take some time. Drama and emotions are my forte and I will continue to write like that. Every writer here writes to their strength. So why deny me?
Me and a select few writers were subject to bashing, abuse, mocking and satire by known and unknown people on FF. Its disturbing and very negative to say the least. Many of you advised us to ignore/forget/ the comments. I can just say, its easier said than done.
Anyways I have suffered so many setbacks in my life yet, that I take this again in my stride. But many writers here are painfully young girls/boys. Most of us use pen-names (to hide our identity/escape judgement). Please do not judge people so wrongly and unjustly on a public platform. Your disgusting comments and abuses were read by many, many people and that was disturbing for me.
We are a family and I would like to see the fellow writers/ readers to step up more in case your own 'family member' is being shamed so publicly. At the same time another request to fellow writers is also to not compare amongst ourselves and not indirectly bash our writing style or pass broad judgements about best/not best on FF. It was not funny in 2015, it was not funny in 2019!
No, I do not need any more award - best writer/worst writer. I would be happy with your reviews (yes, I need reviews and will no longer be ashamed to ask for them). And I hope there is no other 'award function' ever.
Fanfiction is not private fiefdom of anybody. Everyone is welcome to write here, read the stories, review them or skip reading. But maintain your dignity at all times.
I know I may receive some harsh comments. I will not shy away from them. Throw it on - I will take the positives and chuck out the abuses! Take care...
And do read and review the story...