Her name was Bulbul, she needed money today and I felt her body, the demon inside me fully awakened. When I entered the room behind her, she was wearing a burqa. It was the 10th day in a row that I was looking at her underwear. Was the new thing of rage in the diamond market? her name was Bulbul. As she danced and trembled, the audience seemed to fade away.
Seeing her dancing every day my demonic senses became more and more thirsty and I decided that I must meet her. I wanted to get her at any cost. That day during the Mujara, she was looking like she was in a bad mood. Bulbul is in desperate need of money, this sent a wave of happiness inside me. A devilish smile spread on the face that by fulfilling that need I can do whatever I want with him. He asked her what happened? Why is she crying like that? When I asked again, the mother said she had a stroke.
This answer made my mouth shut. I asked in anger and surprise! what are you doing here She said, I don't have money for the funeral. She came out of the room saying this and I also followed her, I will also arrange the burial of your mother. After some time we reached Bulbul's house, it was a small one room house. On the cot in the middle of the yard lay her mother's body wrapped in a mattress blanket. As soon as Bulbul entered the house, the old women left, handing the child to her and expressing their displeasure at being late. Sorry, Seth ji, not standing! There is nothing in my house to accommodate you. I asked what is your real name and tell me a secret or reveal it. Is this child yours he said yes it is mine.
You don't look like a dancer to me. She said, there was no man in the house, a sick mother and a child to take care of, I was forced to take this path. Do you know how forced they are to take this step? A girl who once falls into this swamp, then she sinks. I replied in a shaky voice, you don't have to do anything and you won't go to the bathroom anymore. I will stay in my house. You awakened in me the human desire that I had suppressed under wealth and evil lust. Days turned into months and months turned into years. After some time, a woman with a bright face was standing with an old diary hiding herself in a sheet and a handsome young man was standing next to her. Hello Sethji, I am Afshan and this is my son Ahmed. I nodded my head and answered "yes" and motioned him to sit down. And the son of Ahmed said, "This is my Messiah, thanks to whom your mother came out falling in the swamp of dirt and this is the source of your education."
Ahmed was looking with grateful eyes and speaking humbly, we will never forget his kindness. Sethji, it contains all the calculations. From my mother's funeral to the last money order, I have kept a pie account. Sethji, today the time has come, I cannot take the burden of your favors, but my son will definitely take the money you gave me. But she was stubborn. I had to give in to him and all the money I used to send him in the form of money order. And urged to come by giving the address of the new house. In the evening, I said to my Begum Aram, you have to meet someone, you meet Ruby, have you liked a boy for your daughter, if you like, then talk. She was not sleeping well. And so my daughter got married to her son Ahmed. The relationship that started as a dirty relationship between a prostitute and a spectator ended up in a very civilized relationship. It is true that nature gives every human being a chance to improve. And man feels proud to live his whole life according to it. Once he was a prostitute and I was a spectator. But today she is my sister and her son is my daughter's husband and I am proud of these two relationships.
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