All in a day's work

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I have seen him on television many a time, winning over many hearts, especially women's hearts. He was handsome and also successful. He was exactly the kind of guy, who would be every woman’s dream. Any woman would give away her heart to him, happily. Yet, I wasn't looking forward to meet him. It wasn't normal, at least not for me, because I had always dreamed of living the characters that he loved on screen. The way he kept up to his commitments going against the world, fighting with the villains… everything was so appealing. I had liked all the roles that he played on screen. I wanted my companion to be a mirror image of him, so alike him, who would protect me from the horrors that I face everyday and spare me from the after effects of the horrors. I have been haunting my dreams ever since I started living this horror. I relive the horrors every time I see myself in the mirror.

I do not and had never wanted the life that I am living now. It was uncle who had chosen this life for me. I wish mom and dad had never left me at his mercy. Only if they were still alive, it would have been a different story, a beautiful one.

Shanti had chosen a pink dress and I wore it without questioning. I really didn’t want to meet this guy. I wish he had never asked to see me. I had such a good opinion about him and now he has ruined everything. He was always one woman’s man, at least one woman at a time when he came on screen. I had never wondered whether he would be the same in real or very different from whatever he plays. I had assumed that he would be like the roles he played, but now I realize it was just an illusion. I would have never doubted his warm and genuine smile. He is one hell of an actor if he has managed to not let his audiences and media to know the real him. I realize that whatever we see on television is nothing more than a fake. People who are good on screen might not actually follow the principles and examples they set on screen and bad people might not always be bad.

The black limo that the actor had sent was waiting for me outside my house. The chauffeur opened the door and he didn’t miss to take a good look at my cleavage before closing the door. Damn, men! The actor was also no less. I doubt whether I would ever meet a decent guy. I guess not. The limo smelled good and expensive…after all, the guy was a superstar.

I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had met a celebrity. They all play the same card and it is them who make me win. Oh, I did win all the time. Now, I not only do what I wish to but also make uncle dance at my words. Money is very powerful, most powerful thing that I have come across. Money might not last in my bank account but wherever it lasts, its power will sustain.

I glossed my lips and brushed my hair. Though I am not eager to meet this guy, I want to look my best when I do. It is my business after all. I had started it when uncle had sold me to a rich neighbor, though for a day. I can’t recall with how many men I have slept ever since. They were mostly celebrities, businessmen and officers. I always dealt with dignitaries and now, it was another such business deal.

The chauffer stopped the car in front of a huge bungalow and held the door open for me. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and knew this actor will add more to my horrors. Anyhow, I entered the bungalow and the actor was waiting for me, holding champagne and showcasing the same smile that I had fallen for. I moved towards him, loosening my dress. It was all in a day’s work…

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