A Wet Evening

By Raja Sharma

“Are you free this evening?” the young man smiled.

“I have booking,” she said firmly.

“But I will pay you double if you spend the night with me,” he said with expectations.

“No, I am going out with someone, and I am not free for a few months. I don’t go out with customers nowadays,” she said and turned to go.

But the young man held her hand and said, “Why? Have you decided to become a goddess of virtue?”

“I have already told you I am not free. Please, leave me alone,” she literally pleaded.

“Don’t forget that you are a whore and I am your customer!” he said loudly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raja Sharma
• Release date: Dec 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301323210

Raja Sharma

Raja Sharma is a retired college lecturer.He has taught English Literature to University students for more than two decades.His students are scattered all over the world, and it is noticeable that he is in contact with more than ninety thousand of his students.

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A Wet Evening

Raja Sharma

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Chapter One: Sheela’s Life

The local train going to Church Gate stopped at Mahalaxmi Station. When she alighted along with many other women from the ladies’ compartment, it was raining. Even under the roofed platform, the rain water drenched them quickly.

It had been raining since morning. It is amazing that the life in Bombay never comes to standstill even if the circumstances are adverse and almost intolerable.

She began to walk towards the gate, opening towards the road, leading to the Race Course. Unlike the other days, she was in a pink sari. She is not habitual to wearing saris but whenever she goes out with Vidit, she wears a sari because Vidit likes her in a sari. After all he is a client and it is her duty to fulfill the demands made by her customer. Though Vidit is somewhat different from her other clients.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in her shoulder bag began to ring. A smile ran through her face. She began to think about Vidit, who must be waiting for her outside the station. The phone stopped ringing. It was a miss call from someone known to her. She read the number and dialed again.

The person on the other side said, "How