In this chapter protagonists will be talking about mature topics. These topics, maybe, unheard by few readers and some feel uncomfortable. As I was myself nervous to write about it. But it was needed to be mentioned.
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"Remove your dress."

She was beyond the state of being shocked. What happened to him in a fraction of seconds?

"Are you out of your mind?"
She asked in a stern voice.

"Not me, but you surely are. If the person outside saw you like this... I mean, properly dressed, he or she will definitely doubt that nothing has happened between us."

"And for that, I have to remove my dress? Are you seriously serious?"

He sighed, but she was right at her place. He looked here and there to find an alternate solution. At the same time knocking got louder outside.

"Think fast!" Chandni panicked.

He removed the bedsheet and wrapped it around her properly hiding her figure. Also, he messed her hair a bit.

"Now you look like a prostitute." He huffed.

"Mind your tongue or I will kill you." She glared.

"There are plenty of people for that. You go and open the door."

He himself removed his Kurta and laid down on the bed, trying his best to cover up his panicked state.

Chandni opened the door to find Umrao standing outside with beady eyes.

"Why you took so long to open the door?"

"I think, you can see it yourself."

She indicated towards the bedsheet wrapped around her body.

"Okay, that I understand. But I heard the sounds of laughter from here. Why were you both laughing at this hour of night?"

"Actually he cracked a joke so I began laughing."

"Joke and that too Angraj?"

"Is he banned from joking?"

Umrao sighed at her daughter's stupid question and looked inside to find Angraj lying down on the bed bare chest, giving her a cold look.

"Have I paid you for disturbing me, Umrao?"

That was enough to make her leave.

Chandni closed the door and huffed a sigh of relief.

She innocently narrowed her eyes at him.

"What?" He asked, feeling offended of her glare.

"Why you called her by her name? She is elder than you."

"So should I say, have I paid you for disturbing me while making out with your daughter, Umrao auntie?"

"Uggh!!! You know nothing happened between us."

"But she thinks that almost everything has happened between us."

"Just shut up!"

"Have I paid for being shut up? And by the way, usually student pays his tutor but here tutor is paying to teach his student."

"It should not matter to you, you have enough money?"

"It's not about money, it's about hardwork and I want payment for my hardwork."

"And what would be your payment?"

"I will tell you on the right time."

"Oooh suspense?'

"Focus on your study or I will do exactly what you don't want me to do."

"And before that I will kick you were the sun doesn't shine."

And there nonsensical chattering continued.

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It was weird at first but then they became comfortable in each other's presence. Both of them found a friend in one another. They were each other's escape from the outside world. Chandni's hopelessness was perished by Angraj. While Angraj's dissatisfaction was replaced by contentment of doing a good deed. Moreover, something strange was happening in their hearts. A foreign feeling was emerging.

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Both of them were lying beside each other on the bed with enough distance between them. Something they were used to with the passing time.

Suddenly a question popped up in Chandni's mind.

"Ang, what is the meaning of your name?"

"This name has a history. In the ancient times Bengal was called Anga, and it's king was called Angraj. So my name means "King of Bengal". In the Mahabharata, Karna was called Angraj as he was the king of Bengal at that time."

She was quite fascinated hearing him. Another question popped in her mind.

"Why were you and your men rioting that day?"

"I was only following my father's orders."

She looked at him, quite astonished.
"What do you mean?"

"My father is the minister Vijay Shekhawat."

"If he is a minister then why he did it?"

"Because politics is a dirty game and my father is a very good player of it."

"I did not understand."

"He first ordered me to do riots and later himself became a saint in public's eyes by helping who lost their property. It was just a publicity stunt to win the upcoming elections."

Her eyes widened.

They were looking at each other and continuing their interesting conversation.

"Don't you feel bad by hurting others?"

"I am grown watching all this. It doesn't effect me."

"I don't believe. I have grown among prostitutes but I hate the idea of being one."

"I said it doesn't effect me, I did not say I am willing to do it."

"Then why don't you leave it?"

"Why don't you leave this Kotha?"

"My mother will kill me."

"And my father will kill me."

Now she understood his point.

"Why you saved me that day?"

"I shouldn't have?"

"No, I did not meant that, I mean you have spent nights with prostitutes then why you got enraged when those men were doing the same."

"It wasn't the same. What they were doing was rape, what I do is sex. They were forcing you, I never forced any woman."

"But no woman would like to spend nights with a man only for money. In very few cases money is the sole reason. I have grown among these women. They do it because they are forced to do it. Most the girls here are kidnapped, trafficked, sold or either doing to it due to poverty. No one is doing it willingly. No woman is happy to sell her honour in return of money. Then why does it differ from rape?"

He was surprised and silent. He never thought about it this way. She was right.

"Does it means I am a rapist?"
He asked feeling guilty all of a sudden.

"I am not saying you are a rapist. It was just that your point of view towards prostitution was manipulated by the society. Society thinks that prostitutes do business of their bodies only for money and luxurious life. But it is not true. If society is really aganst it, then why don't they take action against sex trafficking? Why don't they stop selling their daughters for money?" All of sudden she felt anger of years erupting from her insides.

"Calm down, Chanda."

Chanda. This mere word had a power to calm the hurricane setting inside her.

Angraj tried to distract her.
"Tell me about yourself, Chanda."

"I am twenty-one year old and doing B.Sc final year....."

"I didn't asked you to speak the essay of My Self. I asked you to tell me about yourself."

She passed him a silly smile.

"Oh! I like doing Kathak. I have even won many dance competitions...."

"I think you have forgotten that I have came to one of those competitions as a chief guest."

"If you will cut off my words like this then how am I supposed to tell you about myself?" She said with irritation.

Like this their sweet innocent talks continued whole night. It was past midnight when both of them dozed off. Such sweet night talks continued for a quite long time. Angraj was coming to meet her almost every night.

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Huff! I hope readers will like this chapter. This chapter is written on the basis of a tv show I watched a few years ago. Well, content is mine but that show has played an important role in what I do feel about these things. It was an Indian Tv Show "MUSKAAN".
As per the rule of citation I am mentioning it. I haven't copied content, only got inspired from it.

Happy Saturday!