Pakhi : A Prostitute

CHAPTER : 3 .

  SHIMLA,

TERRACE CLUB AND CAFE

A group of eight girls danced in skimpy dresses at the center of the café. Some served drinks, while others seduced men with their erotic moves.

Ryan and his friends settled at their reserved table, close to the stage.

“Wow… so hot,” Mayank and Sid said in unison, both taking deep breaths.

“Come on, boys, there's nothing in them that can make you lose control. They’re just regular bar dancers,” Maya remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the girls performing.

“Can’t you see the beauties?” Sid responded in a dreamy voice, still mesmerized.

Suddenly, the host's voice boomed through the speakers. “Attention, please! The performance you've all been waiting for. It's time for the final act of the night!”

The café erupted with cheers and excitement as everyone eagerly awaited the last performance.

“Who's coming?” Shiv and Ryan asked, intrigued.

“She’s the one who’ll make you fall for her in just one performance,” said a girl serving wine as she placed a bottle and glasses on their table before walking off to the bar.

All the lights dimmed, except for a single spotlight that illuminated the stage.

A girl appeared, dressed in an off-white skirt with an off-shoulder, full-sleeved blouse. Her face was concealed by a veil, and a metal chain adorned her waist. Her beautiful brown eyes, lined with kajal, shimmered beneath the spotlight, and her mid-length wavy hair cascaded down her back.

“She’s gorgeous,” Mayank whispered.

“She’s beautiful,” Ryan echoed, lost in thought.

The music began, and her every move entranced the audience. Her sensual dance left everyone spellbound, their gazes fixed solely on her. As she danced, she descended from the stage, weaving through the crowd. Many stood up, dancing alongside her, some daring to touch her as she moved past.

Ryan stood up and, in one smooth motion, pulled her toward him, joining her in the dance.

“What’s gotten into him?” Maya muttered, her voice laced with anger. She started to approach Ryan, but Sid grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her seat.

“We came here to enjoy, Maya. So stop with this nonsense,” he snapped.

For 30 minutes, she danced, and throughout that time, Ryan stayed by her side, not letting anyone else near her.

Then, a man around 26 years old approached, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from Ryan.

“I bought you for three days, already paid for you, so no drama. Come in the next 15 minutes,” the man said coldly before shoving her aside.

Just before she stumbled, Ryan caught her.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Hume jana hoga (I have to go),” she whispered before running off, disappearing into the crowd. All that was left behind was a confused Ryan and an earring that had snagged on his shirt.

Shiv approached him. “What happened?”

Snapping out of his daze, Ryan shook his head. “Nothing. Let’s just enjoy the night.”

Changing Room