16-09-2025, 06:15 AM
Title: The Nectar of Mumbai
Scene 4
Characters:
Shreya: (Whispering) Sameer... that... that was my first time.
Sameer: (Stiffens slightly, pulling back to look at her, his expression serious) Your first time? You mean... ever? Having sex?
Shreya: (Nods, suddenly shy) Yes. I... I've never been with anyone before.
Sameer: (Sits up, his voice full of urgent concern) Shreya. Oh, my dear. I had no idea. Are you on any kind of birth control? The pill? Anything?
Shreya: No. Why would I be? I never... I never had a reason to.
Sameer: Okay. Okay, listen to me. This is very important. I was careful, but we cannot take any risks. As soon as you leave here, I want you to go to a chemist, a pharmacy. You must buy an emergency contraceptive pill. It is called the i-Pill. Do you know what that is?
Shreya: I've... I've heard of it. From ads.
Sameer: Good. You must buy it and you must take it as soon as possible. It is most effective within 24 hours. Do you understand me, Shreya? This is not a suggestion. This is something you must do.
Shreya: (Her eyes are wide, she nods quickly) Okay. The i-Pill. I will. I'll... I'll talk to somebody about it. I'll get it. I promise.
Sameer: (His shoulders relax. He gently brushes a strand of hair from her face.) Good. I'm sorry. I feel terrible, I should have asked before. I just... I lost myself in you. You are absolutely intoxicating.
Shreya: (A small, shy smile touches her lips) You really... you liked it?
Sameer: (Laughs softly, a sound of pure wonder) Liked it? Shreya, what we just shared... that was the most profound, most intense experience of my life. You are a goddess. A treasure. I want to see you again. I need to see you again.
Shreya: You do?
Sameer: Yes. Regularly. Forget one-time meetings. I want to be your patron. Your only one. We can agree on a monthly amount. An allowance. Enough so you never, ever have to worry about rent or bills or anything, ever again. You would just... be for me. Would you consider that?
(Shreya looks at him. His eyes are sincere, filled with an almost desperate adoration. She feels a surge of power, of happiness so intense it almost makes her dizzy. She's not just a desperate girl anymore. She's wanted. She's valued.)
Shreya: (A slow, genuine smile spreads across her face) I would like that very much, Sameer.
(She sits up, the sheet pooling around her waist. She glances at the clock on the bedside table.)
Shreya: Our time... we still have about fifteen more minutes left.
Sameer: Yes. I should probably get dressed, let you go so you can get that pill.
Shreya: (She touches his chest gently, tracing a line down his sternum) Or... you could have some dessert first. If you want to drink some more... you can. As a thank you.
Sameer: (His eyes soften, filled with adoration. He looks from her smiling face to her full breasts) You are offering? Freely?
Shreya: (Nods) It makes you happy. And... I think I like how it feels. When you...
Sameer: (Leans in and kisses her softly) Then there is nothing I would rather do.
(He gently pushes her back against the pillows. This time, there is no frantic lust. He latches onto her breast with a tender reverence, suckling softly and rhythmically. His hand gently caresses her stomach. It’s quiet, intimate. A comforting end to their passionate afternoon.)
Sameer: (Whispering between sucks) So perfect. My sweet nectar.
Shreya: (Sighs, closing her eyes) Mmmm...
(Fifteen minutes later, they are both dressed. Shreya is putting her shoes on, her handbag clutched tightly in her hand. It feels so much heavier now.)
Sameer: I will message you tomorrow on the website. We can delete those profiles and I will give you my personal number. Okay?
Shreya: Okay.
Sameer: And Shreya... please. The pill. Promise me again.
Shreya: (Looks him in the eye) I promise. The first thing I do.
Sameer: Good girl. (He walks her to the door, and for a moment, he just looks at her.) Thank you. For today.
Shreya: Thank you, Sameer. For... everything.
(Shreya is in the back of a taxi, the air-conditioning a cool balm on her flushed skin. The Mumbai traffic is a chaotic blur outside the window.)
Taxi Driver: Where to, madam?
Shreya: (Gives her address in a clear, steady voice.)
Taxi Driver: Okay, madam. Will take about forty minutes.
Shreya: (Leans her head against the cool glass of the window, a tiny smile playing on her lips. She whispers to herself.) He wants to see me again. A patron. Fifty thousand rupees... My whole body... it feels different. It's aching... but it's a good ache. Is this what it feels like? He touched me everywhere. He said I was a goddess. No one has ever said I was a goddess before.
(She unlocks the door to her small, silent apartment. But for the first time, the silence doesn't feel lonely or scary. It feels peaceful. She closes the door, leans against it, and takes a deep breath. The scent of the expensive hotel soap still lingers on her skin.)
Shreya: (Speaking to the empty room) Okay. First things first.
(She pulls out her phone and immediately searches for the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. She saves the location to her map.)
Shreya: Got it. I'll go there as soon as I've showered.
(She walks to her bed, unzips her handbag, and takes out the two wads of cash. She carefully spreads all the fifty thousand rupees out on her bedspread. She stares at it, a cascade of 500-rupee notes.)
Shreya: (Lets out a sound that is half-laugh, half-sob of pure relief) All this. In one afternoon. It's real.
(She picks up a bill, the rent payment notice from her table. She places the money for the rent on top of it.)
Shreya: Rent... paid. Electricity bill... paid. Wi-fi... paid. Food for a month... no problem.
(She gathers the rest of the money, a huge pile.)
Shreya: And all of this... is left over. He wants a monthly arrangement. I need to be smart. I'll open a new bank account tomorrow. A private one. And I should buy some new clothes. Something... nice. Something beautiful. Not just simple salwars. Maybe a dress. And some pretty lingerie.
(She lies down on the bed, next to the piles of money, and stretches her aching, tired, but vibrantly alive body. She feels a deep, profound sense of contentment she has never known. She is safe. She is in control.)
Shreya: (Whispering to the ceiling, to her mother, to the universe) Mummy... I'm going to be okay. I think... I'm really going to be okay now.
Scene 4
Characters:
- Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
- Sameer: Her client.
- Taxi Driver: A brief appearance.
Shreya: (Whispering) Sameer... that... that was my first time.
Sameer: (Stiffens slightly, pulling back to look at her, his expression serious) Your first time? You mean... ever? Having sex?
Shreya: (Nods, suddenly shy) Yes. I... I've never been with anyone before.
Sameer: (Sits up, his voice full of urgent concern) Shreya. Oh, my dear. I had no idea. Are you on any kind of birth control? The pill? Anything?
Shreya: No. Why would I be? I never... I never had a reason to.
Sameer: Okay. Okay, listen to me. This is very important. I was careful, but we cannot take any risks. As soon as you leave here, I want you to go to a chemist, a pharmacy. You must buy an emergency contraceptive pill. It is called the i-Pill. Do you know what that is?
Shreya: I've... I've heard of it. From ads.
Sameer: Good. You must buy it and you must take it as soon as possible. It is most effective within 24 hours. Do you understand me, Shreya? This is not a suggestion. This is something you must do.
Shreya: (Her eyes are wide, she nods quickly) Okay. The i-Pill. I will. I'll... I'll talk to somebody about it. I'll get it. I promise.
Sameer: (His shoulders relax. He gently brushes a strand of hair from her face.) Good. I'm sorry. I feel terrible, I should have asked before. I just... I lost myself in you. You are absolutely intoxicating.
Shreya: (A small, shy smile touches her lips) You really... you liked it?
Sameer: (Laughs softly, a sound of pure wonder) Liked it? Shreya, what we just shared... that was the most profound, most intense experience of my life. You are a goddess. A treasure. I want to see you again. I need to see you again.
Shreya: You do?
Sameer: Yes. Regularly. Forget one-time meetings. I want to be your patron. Your only one. We can agree on a monthly amount. An allowance. Enough so you never, ever have to worry about rent or bills or anything, ever again. You would just... be for me. Would you consider that?
(Shreya looks at him. His eyes are sincere, filled with an almost desperate adoration. She feels a surge of power, of happiness so intense it almost makes her dizzy. She's not just a desperate girl anymore. She's wanted. She's valued.)
Shreya: (A slow, genuine smile spreads across her face) I would like that very much, Sameer.
(She sits up, the sheet pooling around her waist. She glances at the clock on the bedside table.)
Shreya: Our time... we still have about fifteen more minutes left.
Sameer: Yes. I should probably get dressed, let you go so you can get that pill.
Shreya: (She touches his chest gently, tracing a line down his sternum) Or... you could have some dessert first. If you want to drink some more... you can. As a thank you.
Sameer: (His eyes soften, filled with adoration. He looks from her smiling face to her full breasts) You are offering? Freely?
Shreya: (Nods) It makes you happy. And... I think I like how it feels. When you...
Sameer: (Leans in and kisses her softly) Then there is nothing I would rather do.
(He gently pushes her back against the pillows. This time, there is no frantic lust. He latches onto her breast with a tender reverence, suckling softly and rhythmically. His hand gently caresses her stomach. It’s quiet, intimate. A comforting end to their passionate afternoon.)
Sameer: (Whispering between sucks) So perfect. My sweet nectar.
Shreya: (Sighs, closing her eyes) Mmmm...
(Fifteen minutes later, they are both dressed. Shreya is putting her shoes on, her handbag clutched tightly in her hand. It feels so much heavier now.)
Sameer: I will message you tomorrow on the website. We can delete those profiles and I will give you my personal number. Okay?
Shreya: Okay.
Sameer: And Shreya... please. The pill. Promise me again.
Shreya: (Looks him in the eye) I promise. The first thing I do.
Sameer: Good girl. (He walks her to the door, and for a moment, he just looks at her.) Thank you. For today.
Shreya: Thank you, Sameer. For... everything.
(Shreya is in the back of a taxi, the air-conditioning a cool balm on her flushed skin. The Mumbai traffic is a chaotic blur outside the window.)
Taxi Driver: Where to, madam?
Shreya: (Gives her address in a clear, steady voice.)
Taxi Driver: Okay, madam. Will take about forty minutes.
Shreya: (Leans her head against the cool glass of the window, a tiny smile playing on her lips. She whispers to herself.) He wants to see me again. A patron. Fifty thousand rupees... My whole body... it feels different. It's aching... but it's a good ache. Is this what it feels like? He touched me everywhere. He said I was a goddess. No one has ever said I was a goddess before.
(She unlocks the door to her small, silent apartment. But for the first time, the silence doesn't feel lonely or scary. It feels peaceful. She closes the door, leans against it, and takes a deep breath. The scent of the expensive hotel soap still lingers on her skin.)
Shreya: (Speaking to the empty room) Okay. First things first.
(She pulls out her phone and immediately searches for the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. She saves the location to her map.)
Shreya: Got it. I'll go there as soon as I've showered.
(She walks to her bed, unzips her handbag, and takes out the two wads of cash. She carefully spreads all the fifty thousand rupees out on her bedspread. She stares at it, a cascade of 500-rupee notes.)
Shreya: (Lets out a sound that is half-laugh, half-sob of pure relief) All this. In one afternoon. It's real.
(She picks up a bill, the rent payment notice from her table. She places the money for the rent on top of it.)
Shreya: Rent... paid. Electricity bill... paid. Wi-fi... paid. Food for a month... no problem.
(She gathers the rest of the money, a huge pile.)
Shreya: And all of this... is left over. He wants a monthly arrangement. I need to be smart. I'll open a new bank account tomorrow. A private one. And I should buy some new clothes. Something... nice. Something beautiful. Not just simple salwars. Maybe a dress. And some pretty lingerie.
(She lies down on the bed, next to the piles of money, and stretches her aching, tired, but vibrantly alive body. She feels a deep, profound sense of contentment she has never known. She is safe. She is in control.)
Shreya: (Whispering to the ceiling, to her mother, to the universe) Mummy... I'm going to be okay. I think... I'm really going to be okay now.
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