Chapter 4

A thud brought her senses back. She was in a car, travelling along. She did not know where she was, or what she was doing. All she hoped was, whatever the future held in store for her, it could never surprise or take her by shock as it once had. She felt like a rusted iron piece, she didn't remember when the last time was when people actually meant something to her. It was once a dream living a life the way she was. But now it no longer was. She didn't know for sure if she even wanted to live any more. Or probably even that didn't matter much to her.

Her head was hurting badly, and she didn't have the strength to look up as to who was in front. She closed her eyes, and felt some comfort. It was a matter of seconds before she dozed off. Her dreams were disturbed. Distorted figures in all shapes came to torment her. Peace was something she'd once known, but now, even sleep had always regularly forgotten to bring in that element with it. It wasn't easy to be a prostitute. A forced one, at that. Life was unfair, it always was, to her atleast, or so she thought.

It was not a simple task she was enduring, to fill in the shoes of so many people. She had made it a job filling in other's shoes, that her shoes didn't fit her anymore. Not that she liked the job, but she'd gotten used to it. Her men weren't tormentors, except for a select few. They were sex starved men, and she lived in a market where sex was a commodity. It was an ideal customer-shopkeeper relationship. She had learnt this and a lot more from Dev Raman. She thought, "If only,...., but it doesn't matter, wasn't happening anyways." As she discarded the thought, a chill rage rose in her.