Previous cut:-Sarmistha couldn't speak. Humiliation and disgust burned through her. She turned and walked inside, then began packing her belongings. She wouldn't spend another moment in this house. Tonight, she was going back to her father's home.
Sarmistha saw Rupam enter the room and close the door behind him. Without wasting a single second, she slipped out. She had left, yes—but what would she tell her father? If he asked why she had suddenly come home, what excuse could she give? Sarmistha told herself, *Whatever happens, I'll deal with it later. First, I need to get out of here.*
She stepped out of the flat, hailed an auto-rickshaw, and headed straight home.
When she reached the house, she found her father was not there. He must have gone out somewhere.
Meanwhile, back in Rupam's room, the scene had changed completely. Rupam was pouring whiskey into a glass. Shalini had already shed her clothes and was lying on the bed in nothing but her lingerie, waiting for him. As soon as Rupam turned around, he saw the intoxicating smile playing on her lips. Her body seemed to pull him in like a magnet.
Shalini had a soft layer of fat that made her look even more alluring. Her skin was a slightly dusky tone—but in her line of work, complexion didn't matter. Rupam couldn't wait any longer. He pounced on her, burying his face deep between her full breasts. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and firm. He took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck hungrily. Then, slowly, he slid off the last remaining piece of her lingerie.
Shalini offered no resistance. She lay completely still, almost lifeless, showing no protest—only the passive professionalism of her trade. She simply let him enjoy her, as she was paid to do. Rupam entered her, and they had sex. But there was no emotion in it, no love—only raw lust and physical release.
Back at Sarmistha's house, the moment her father walked through the door, she rushed to him and threw her arms around him, breaking down in tears.
Her father was startled. "What happened, my child? Why are you crying? And where is Rupam? Why didn't he come with you?"
Sarmistha clutched him even tighter. "Save me, Baba!"
Her father tried to calm her. "Tell me what happened, sweetheart. First sit down. Calm yourself and then speak."
Sarmistha sat down and told him everything. As he listened, her father looked as if he had lost his mind. "Oh God! What have I done? Why didn't I check on you properly?" Without wasting a moment, he called Rupam's father and gave him a piece of his mind.
After hanging up, he said, "Come on, my child. We're going to the police right now. Today itself I'll hand that boy and his entire family over to them."
Sarmistha shook her head. "Wait, Baba. Going to the police like this won't help. He'll just bribe his way out. We need solid evidence. I don't want him in just a police station—I want him in court."
Her father fell silent for a moment, then asked, "How will you gather proof?"
Sarmistha replied with firm determination, "Don't worry, Baba. I'll manage it. You just speak to a good lawyer and keep him ready."
Sarmistha had already made up her mind about what she would do next. Tomorrow morning, she had to meet that man. He was the only one who could reveal Rupam's true identity.
To be continued....