16-09-2025, 06:17 AM
Title: The Nectar of Mumbai
Scene 5
Characters:
Shreya: (To her reflection) You look... different. You feel different. Okay. Time to be a grown-up. Time to be responsible.
(She gets dressed quickly in a simple t-shirt and pants, then grabs her handbag with the money Sameer gave her. She heads out of the apartment.)
(Shreya is standing at the counter of a small, brightly-lit pharmacy. The male chemist looks at her expectantly.)
Chemist: Yes, madam? What can I get for you?
Shreya: (Her voice is clear and steady, no hint of shame or nervousness) One packet of i-Pill.
Chemist: (Nods, turning to get it from a drawer) Anything else?
Shreya: Yes. A box of condoms, please.
Chemist: (Places the i-Pill on the counter) Which brand? We have many.
Shreya: (Points to a box on the display) The Durex Fetherlite. The pack of ten.
(The chemist gets the condoms and places them next to the pill. He quickly calculates the total.)
Chemist: That will be six hundred and eighty rupees.
(Shreya opens her purse, takes out the exact amount from her new wad of cash, and hands it to him. He puts her items in a small paper bag.)
Chemist: Here you go, madam.
Shreya: Thank you.
(She walks out of the pharmacy, her head held high.)
(Back in her apartment. Shreya immediately gets a glass of water from the kitchen, unwraps the i-Pill from its packaging, and swallows it.)
Shreya: (Puts the glass down with a decisive thud) Okay. Done. That is the last time I will ever be that careless. From now on, I am in charge. I am safe.
(She takes the box of condoms and walks to her bedroom, placing it in the small drawer of her bedside table.)
Shreya: For Sameer. For next time. (A small smile plays on her lips).
(She sits on her bed with her phone. She remembers her promise to Sameer to delete her profile.)
Shreya: Okay. Time to say goodbye to AmritFlow's public life. I'll just log in one last time, make sure I have Sameer's contact info, and then delete it forever.
(She taps the app icon and logs in. Her eyes widen in disbelief. The message icon at the top of the screen has a bright red circle on it.)
Shreya: (Whispering) 23... Twenty-three new messages? Since this morning? What on earth...
(Driven by curiosity, she clicks on the inbox. A long list of unread messages fills the screen. She starts at the top.)
Shreya: (Reading the subject line and snippet of a message) "HOT PUNJABI MILKER"... Ugh. Delete. Pig.
Shreya: (Reading the next one) "Please madam I am a humble man I will pay 1000 rupees to drink"... Sorry. Delete.
Shreya: (Reading another) "I will give you 5000 and I will bring my friend"... Oh my god, disgusting. Block and delete.
(She scrolls through them, a mix of crude offers, sad pleas, and strange requests. She feels a dizzying sense of the sheer, hidden demand in the city for what she has. She is about to log out when a username catches her eye: "AdiAndMaya". The subject line is simple: "A Respectful Proposal".)
Shreya: Adi and Maya... two names? A couple? (She taps on it, her curiosity piqued).
(She begins to read the message aloud to herself, her voice soft and hesitant at first, then growing with astonishment.)
Shreya: "Dear AmritFlow, We hope this message finds you well. We are Aditya and Maya, a married couple from Bandra. We saw your profile and we were struck by its grace and honesty, which is so rare. We felt compelled to write to you."
Shreya: "...We are writing to you for a very personal reason. My wife, Maya, has been unable to conceive, and while we are exploring many options, one of her deepest sadnesses is that she will never experience pregnancy or the ability to lactate. It's a deep feminine longing for her. We are not just looking to buy milk; we are looking for an intimate, healing experience. We are looking for a woman to share a special moment with both of us."
Shreya: "...What we propose is this: we want to treat you like a goddess for one evening. We want to worship you, together. We want to drink your nectar from your breasts, together, as a way for my wife to feel connected to this miracle. There would be no pressure for anything more than that, unless you desired it. Your comfort and consent would be the most important thing to us. For this unique, private, and respectful evening, our budget is one lakh rupees."
(Shreya drops the phone on the bed as if it burned her. She stands up, her mind reeling.)
Shreya: One... lakh? One lakh rupees? That's... more than a year's rent. For one night.
(She starts pacing the small room, her hands on her head.)
Shreya: With a couple? A man and... his wife? They want to... drink from me... together? They called me a goddess.
(She stops and picks up the phone again, re-reading the message.)
Shreya: "A healing experience..." For his wife? That's... it's not just a perverted fantasy, is it? It sounds... sad. And beautiful. In a strange way.
(She thinks of Sameer. Kind, gentle Sameer. Her first. The man who offered her stability and safety. A monthly income. No more searching. No more danger.)
Shreya: I promised Sameer. I promised I'd be his only one. He was so good to me. He made me feel... amazing. A life with him would be easy. Safe.
(She looks at the message on the screen again. One lakh. The number glitters in her mind.)
Shreya: But that's... life-changing money. Not just rent-paying money. That's 'get-out-of-this-tiny-apartment' money. That's 'take-a-course-and-learn-a-real-skill' money. And... the idea of it... a man and a woman... both wanting me. Worshipping me. It's... scary. And it's... exciting.
(She sits on the edge of her bed, her heart torn. On one hand, the safety and comfort of Sameer. On the other, this incredible, lucrative, and deeply intriguing offer.)
Shreya: (Whispering to herself) What do I do? What in God's name do I do?
(She stares at the phone screen, at the blinking cursor in the empty reply box under Aditya and Maya's message. Her whole future feels like it hinges on what she types next.)
Scene 5
Characters:
- Shreya: Alias AmritFlow.
- Chemist: A pharmacist.
- Aditya & Maya: A couple, via on-screen message.
Shreya: (To her reflection) You look... different. You feel different. Okay. Time to be a grown-up. Time to be responsible.
(She gets dressed quickly in a simple t-shirt and pants, then grabs her handbag with the money Sameer gave her. She heads out of the apartment.)
(Shreya is standing at the counter of a small, brightly-lit pharmacy. The male chemist looks at her expectantly.)
Chemist: Yes, madam? What can I get for you?
Shreya: (Her voice is clear and steady, no hint of shame or nervousness) One packet of i-Pill.
Chemist: (Nods, turning to get it from a drawer) Anything else?
Shreya: Yes. A box of condoms, please.
Chemist: (Places the i-Pill on the counter) Which brand? We have many.
Shreya: (Points to a box on the display) The Durex Fetherlite. The pack of ten.
(The chemist gets the condoms and places them next to the pill. He quickly calculates the total.)
Chemist: That will be six hundred and eighty rupees.
(Shreya opens her purse, takes out the exact amount from her new wad of cash, and hands it to him. He puts her items in a small paper bag.)
Chemist: Here you go, madam.
Shreya: Thank you.
(She walks out of the pharmacy, her head held high.)
(Back in her apartment. Shreya immediately gets a glass of water from the kitchen, unwraps the i-Pill from its packaging, and swallows it.)
Shreya: (Puts the glass down with a decisive thud) Okay. Done. That is the last time I will ever be that careless. From now on, I am in charge. I am safe.
(She takes the box of condoms and walks to her bedroom, placing it in the small drawer of her bedside table.)
Shreya: For Sameer. For next time. (A small smile plays on her lips).
(She sits on her bed with her phone. She remembers her promise to Sameer to delete her profile.)
Shreya: Okay. Time to say goodbye to AmritFlow's public life. I'll just log in one last time, make sure I have Sameer's contact info, and then delete it forever.
(She taps the app icon and logs in. Her eyes widen in disbelief. The message icon at the top of the screen has a bright red circle on it.)
Shreya: (Whispering) 23... Twenty-three new messages? Since this morning? What on earth...
(Driven by curiosity, she clicks on the inbox. A long list of unread messages fills the screen. She starts at the top.)
Shreya: (Reading the subject line and snippet of a message) "HOT PUNJABI MILKER"... Ugh. Delete. Pig.
Shreya: (Reading the next one) "Please madam I am a humble man I will pay 1000 rupees to drink"... Sorry. Delete.
Shreya: (Reading another) "I will give you 5000 and I will bring my friend"... Oh my god, disgusting. Block and delete.
(She scrolls through them, a mix of crude offers, sad pleas, and strange requests. She feels a dizzying sense of the sheer, hidden demand in the city for what she has. She is about to log out when a username catches her eye: "AdiAndMaya". The subject line is simple: "A Respectful Proposal".)
Shreya: Adi and Maya... two names? A couple? (She taps on it, her curiosity piqued).
(She begins to read the message aloud to herself, her voice soft and hesitant at first, then growing with astonishment.)
Shreya: "Dear AmritFlow, We hope this message finds you well. We are Aditya and Maya, a married couple from Bandra. We saw your profile and we were struck by its grace and honesty, which is so rare. We felt compelled to write to you."
Shreya: "...We are writing to you for a very personal reason. My wife, Maya, has been unable to conceive, and while we are exploring many options, one of her deepest sadnesses is that she will never experience pregnancy or the ability to lactate. It's a deep feminine longing for her. We are not just looking to buy milk; we are looking for an intimate, healing experience. We are looking for a woman to share a special moment with both of us."
Shreya: "...What we propose is this: we want to treat you like a goddess for one evening. We want to worship you, together. We want to drink your nectar from your breasts, together, as a way for my wife to feel connected to this miracle. There would be no pressure for anything more than that, unless you desired it. Your comfort and consent would be the most important thing to us. For this unique, private, and respectful evening, our budget is one lakh rupees."
(Shreya drops the phone on the bed as if it burned her. She stands up, her mind reeling.)
Shreya: One... lakh? One lakh rupees? That's... more than a year's rent. For one night.
(She starts pacing the small room, her hands on her head.)
Shreya: With a couple? A man and... his wife? They want to... drink from me... together? They called me a goddess.
(She stops and picks up the phone again, re-reading the message.)
Shreya: "A healing experience..." For his wife? That's... it's not just a perverted fantasy, is it? It sounds... sad. And beautiful. In a strange way.
(She thinks of Sameer. Kind, gentle Sameer. Her first. The man who offered her stability and safety. A monthly income. No more searching. No more danger.)
Shreya: I promised Sameer. I promised I'd be his only one. He was so good to me. He made me feel... amazing. A life with him would be easy. Safe.
(She looks at the message on the screen again. One lakh. The number glitters in her mind.)
Shreya: But that's... life-changing money. Not just rent-paying money. That's 'get-out-of-this-tiny-apartment' money. That's 'take-a-course-and-learn-a-real-skill' money. And... the idea of it... a man and a woman... both wanting me. Worshipping me. It's... scary. And it's... exciting.
(She sits on the edge of her bed, her heart torn. On one hand, the safety and comfort of Sameer. On the other, this incredible, lucrative, and deeply intriguing offer.)
Shreya: (Whispering to herself) What do I do? What in God's name do I do?
(She stares at the phone screen, at the blinking cursor in the empty reply box under Aditya and Maya's message. Her whole future feels like it hinges on what she types next.)
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