divya

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‎Divya looked at Hamee’s beard Face . He looked forty years old maybe. Lungi and shirt full of dirt and sweat. Smell of cheap liquor strong.
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‎Divya felt scared. But she said soft, “Ok.”
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‎She came down stairs fast. Put phone on table in hall. Went to kitchen. Opened small box. Took one hundred rupee note. Folded it in hand.
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‎Monu still watching TV. Not looking at her.
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‎Divya went back up stairs. Heart beating loud.
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‎On roof, Hamee stand near fencing wall. He was smoking beedi. Smoke coming from his mouth. Eyes red from drink.
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‎When Divya went down and came up again, he watched her carefully.
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‎Her light blue saree moved. Blouse tight. Breasts moved up and down with each step on stairs. Soft bounce. Pallu slipped a little. He saw the curve clearly. His eyes stayed there long time.
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‎Divya reached roof. She stood two steps away.
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‎She held out the hundred rupee note. Hand shaking little.
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‎“Here… take this.”
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‎Hamee looked at money. Then at her face. Then at her breasts again.
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‎He smiled slow. Dirty smile.
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‎He took the note. Put in shirt pocket.
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‎But he did not go.
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‎He stood up. Came one step close.
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‎Liquor smell stronger.
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‎“Memsab… thank you. But… one more thing?”
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‎Divya stepped back. Back touched pabangt wall.
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‎“What?”
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‎He looked at her saree. Then her face.
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