15-06-2025, 03:02 PM
Shadows in the City
Raj was a simple man with simple dreams. Working as a night security guard in a small company office in the heart of the city, he earned just enough to make ends meet. His wife, Joti, had left behind the quiet, green fields of her village when she married him. She was shy, soft-spoken, and deeply rooted in tradition — the kind of woman who had never seen the towering buildings, flashing neon signs, or heard the sirens of city life until she arrived.
They lived in a one-bedroom rented apartment tucked away in a rundown part of the city. The streets were narrow, the walls stained, and the nights echoed with distant sounds of arguments, sirens, or silence that felt heavier than noise. But in the early days, love was enough. They cooked together, laughed over small jokes, and found joy in the little things — like a cup of tea on the balcony or a shared meal of dal and rice.
Raj worked hard during his night shifts, and Joti waited up late to warm his food. She didn’t complain, even when loneliness crept in. She missed her village, her parents, the smell of wet earth after rain. But she believed in standing by her husband, in good and bad.
Then one evening, everything changed.
Raj was hit by a speeding car on his way back home. The driver didn’t stop.
He survived, but the accident left him with a broken leg and deep bruises. The doctor said he would need at least three months of rest. No work. No income.
The bills started piling up. The landlord knocked more often. The savings — what little they had — vanished in medicines and rent. The city, once a place of dreams for Raj, turned its back on them. And now, it was Joti’s turn to face a world she’d never understood.
A shy village girl. In an unforgiving city. With no one to turn to.
But something began to change in her. Slowly. Quietly. As Raj lay on the mattress day after day, feeling helpless, Joti stepped out.
Into the city that scared her. Into the unknown.
The single bulb flickers. Raj is asleep on the bed, leg in a cast. Joti sits on the floor near the window, staring out, eyes hollow with worry.
A knock at the door breaks the silence. She opens it slowly. Jaga is there, leaning against the wall, chewing a paan leaf.
JAGA
(low voice)
Still no money, bhabhi?
JOTI
(quietly)
You know Raj can’t work. I’ve been asking around for work… maybe I can clean houses or…
JAGA
(interrupts)
Six months, Joti. Six. You think the world runs on sympathy?
(He walks in uninvited, glancing around the dim apartment.)
JAGA
(softly)
I helped you. Medicines. Groceries. Even told the building owner you’d pay soon. I did that for you.
JOTI
We’re grateful. Truly. But we just need a little more time. Please.
JAGA
(laughs coldly)
Time is expensive. Nothing is free in this city, not even kindness. You want more time? Then give something in return.
(She stares at him, confused. He steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper.)
JAGA
You’re smart. You know what I’m saying.
(Joti recoils. Her eyes fill with shame and fear. She lowers her gaze.)
JOTI
I… I’m not that kind of woman.
JAGA
(shrugs)
Then start packing. Or better — let Raj watch while I throw his bed out myself.
(He walks to the door, pauses.)
JAGA
Think about it. I’m not asking much. Just a favor… and your husband won’t suffer.
He walks out. Door closes.
⸻
LATER THAT NIGHT
Joti sits beside Raj. He’s asleep. She touches his forehead gently. A tear escapes her eye.
JOTI (V.O.)
God, what do I do? I didn’t come to this city to be humiliated… but if I do nothing, he’ll destroy Raj. Is dignity worth more than his life?
She covers her head with her dupatta and curls up on the floor, trying to sleep but trembling.
The Agreement
INT. JAGA’S APARTMENT – EARLY MORNING
The hallway is silent. The city is just waking up.
Joti stands outside Jaga’s apartment, trembling. Her dupatta is wrapped tightly around her, hands clenched. She hesitates, then knocks.
JAGA
(from inside, smirking)
It’s open.
She pushes the door slowly and enters. The apartment is dimly lit, cluttered. Jaga leans back in a chair, sipping tea.
JAGA
I didn’t think you’d come.
JOTI
(without looking at him)
You said… if I do what you want, you’ll give us more time.
JAGA
Six months. Maybe more. Raj won’t have to worry. You’ll be… safe.
She swallows hard. Doesn’t reply. Jaga stands up, slowly walks toward her, but Joti doesn’t move.
JAGA
Look joti I am reasonable man I will not ask much just few days in week. in morning give a blow job and you can have as long as you can do it in morning. I just want that.
JOTI
What is blow job??? You mean sucking dick??
JAGA
Yes you are right
JOTI
I have not done it before how I can do??
JAGA
It’s always first time when all things get old right. You don’t have to do much I will do it nicely you just have to open your mouth started now if you ready.
JOTI
Ok I will do tell me what I do?
JAGA
Go down to your knees and remover your dupata and upper.
JOTI
She was bit shocked said I can’t do it.
JAGA
Look I am not telling you remove bra just upper so it not get dirty now be a good girl and follow as I say.
(She removed rupata and upper. She don’t wear bra in night so she was completely nude) she open mouth and in one go jaga put in her mouth and streath to her throat. She was uncomfortable in start as she can’t breath and jaga was going hard on her. After some time he remove and she can breathe now. Her eyes have tears and jaga again did and she was having hard time as it was she first time. After 20min jaga empty all load of cum in mouth and she try to remove but jaga said na na drink it all not a single drop out. She had no choice she had to get it inside.
JAGA
That’s like a good girl. Come in few time in week and I will give you as long you doing it. Got it.
JOTI
Yes and she wear clothes and goes back to apartment.
Later That Morning – Back at Her Apartment
RAJ AND JOTI’S ROOM
Joti returns. Her face is pale. She quietly washes her hands, then prepares tea for Raj. He’s still asleep, leg in a cast, unaware.
When he stirs, she turns with a forced smile.
RAJ
You woke up early. Everything okay?
JOTI
Yes… I just couldn’t sleep. I went to see if the milkman had come early.
He nods, trusting her completely.
RAJ
I was thinking… maybe I can ask Bhola for a small loan. Just for rent.
JOTI
(gently)
Don’t worry. Jaga said we can take more time. He understood.
RAJ
Really? I didn’t expect that from him…
(He sighs with relief.)
RAJ
You’re amazing, Joti. You always keep things together.
Joti forces a smile. Her hands tremble as she stirs the tea. She doesn’t respond.
INT. KITCHEN – LATE NIGHT
Joti stands by the sink, staring at her reflection in the window glass. Her eyes are distant.
JOTI (V.O.)
I’m keeping Raj safe. That’s what matters. He can’t know. He must never know.
She switches off the light and sits alone in the dark, as the city hums outside.
OFFICE ROOM – NIGHT
Raj, limping with his cane, waits outside his boss’s office. The door opens.
KHAN
Raj? What’s this?
RAJ
(nervous)
Sir… I need a favor. My wife… she’s looking for work. We have no money. If there’s anything, even a cleaning job in the office…
KHAN
(smirking)
Your wife, huh? That quiet one? She’s young…
(Raj nods, unsure where this is going.)
KHAN
I might have something. Entry-level. No experience needed. Ask her to come tomorrow morning. Tell her… it’s a personal assistant job. Office hours.
RAJ
Thank you, sir. Really… thank you.
(Khan waves him off, already calculating something in his mind.)
⸻
OFFICE – KHAN’S PRIVATE ROOM – NEXT DAY
Joti stands in front of Khan’s desk. She wears a plain salwar suit, holding her hands tightly in front of her.
KHAN
So, Joti. Raj told me you need work. You know computers?
JOTI
A little… I can type in Hindi.
KHAN
This is a personal assistant job. Means you’ll handle my schedule, bring tea, clean my desk, organize files. It’s not glamorous. And no experience means half salary — 5000 per month.
(Joti nods. She’s not in a position to negotiate.)
KHAN
One more thing. This office… we like staff to maintain a professional look. Western. Skirts and shirts. Clothes are provided.
JOTI
(surprised)
But… I’ve never worn that kind of dress.
KHAN
It’s standard. You’ll get used to it. You want the job?
(She hesitates. Thinks about Raj, their groceries, the bills. Then nods silently.)
KHAN
Good. Be here tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp.
⸻
Scene: That Night
INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN
Raj sits on the bed, talking about how things are finally turning around. Joti stands at the stove, silent.
RAJ
Just hold on a little more, Joti. This city will test us — but we’re not breaking. Not yet.
(Joti forces a smile. But inside, she’s sinking.)
JOTI (V.O.)
From one cage to another. But if this is what it takes to survive… then I will. For him.
Raj was a simple man with simple dreams. Working as a night security guard in a small company office in the heart of the city, he earned just enough to make ends meet. His wife, Joti, had left behind the quiet, green fields of her village when she married him. She was shy, soft-spoken, and deeply rooted in tradition — the kind of woman who had never seen the towering buildings, flashing neon signs, or heard the sirens of city life until she arrived.
They lived in a one-bedroom rented apartment tucked away in a rundown part of the city. The streets were narrow, the walls stained, and the nights echoed with distant sounds of arguments, sirens, or silence that felt heavier than noise. But in the early days, love was enough. They cooked together, laughed over small jokes, and found joy in the little things — like a cup of tea on the balcony or a shared meal of dal and rice.
Raj worked hard during his night shifts, and Joti waited up late to warm his food. She didn’t complain, even when loneliness crept in. She missed her village, her parents, the smell of wet earth after rain. But she believed in standing by her husband, in good and bad.
Then one evening, everything changed.
Raj was hit by a speeding car on his way back home. The driver didn’t stop.
He survived, but the accident left him with a broken leg and deep bruises. The doctor said he would need at least three months of rest. No work. No income.
The bills started piling up. The landlord knocked more often. The savings — what little they had — vanished in medicines and rent. The city, once a place of dreams for Raj, turned its back on them. And now, it was Joti’s turn to face a world she’d never understood.
A shy village girl. In an unforgiving city. With no one to turn to.
But something began to change in her. Slowly. Quietly. As Raj lay on the mattress day after day, feeling helpless, Joti stepped out.
Into the city that scared her. Into the unknown.
The single bulb flickers. Raj is asleep on the bed, leg in a cast. Joti sits on the floor near the window, staring out, eyes hollow with worry.
A knock at the door breaks the silence. She opens it slowly. Jaga is there, leaning against the wall, chewing a paan leaf.
JAGA
(low voice)
Still no money, bhabhi?
JOTI
(quietly)
You know Raj can’t work. I’ve been asking around for work… maybe I can clean houses or…
JAGA
(interrupts)
Six months, Joti. Six. You think the world runs on sympathy?
(He walks in uninvited, glancing around the dim apartment.)
JAGA
(softly)
I helped you. Medicines. Groceries. Even told the building owner you’d pay soon. I did that for you.
JOTI
We’re grateful. Truly. But we just need a little more time. Please.
JAGA
(laughs coldly)
Time is expensive. Nothing is free in this city, not even kindness. You want more time? Then give something in return.
(She stares at him, confused. He steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper.)
JAGA
You’re smart. You know what I’m saying.
(Joti recoils. Her eyes fill with shame and fear. She lowers her gaze.)
JOTI
I… I’m not that kind of woman.
JAGA
(shrugs)
Then start packing. Or better — let Raj watch while I throw his bed out myself.
(He walks to the door, pauses.)
JAGA
Think about it. I’m not asking much. Just a favor… and your husband won’t suffer.
He walks out. Door closes.
⸻
LATER THAT NIGHT
Joti sits beside Raj. He’s asleep. She touches his forehead gently. A tear escapes her eye.
JOTI (V.O.)
God, what do I do? I didn’t come to this city to be humiliated… but if I do nothing, he’ll destroy Raj. Is dignity worth more than his life?
She covers her head with her dupatta and curls up on the floor, trying to sleep but trembling.
The Agreement
INT. JAGA’S APARTMENT – EARLY MORNING
The hallway is silent. The city is just waking up.
Joti stands outside Jaga’s apartment, trembling. Her dupatta is wrapped tightly around her, hands clenched. She hesitates, then knocks.
JAGA
(from inside, smirking)
It’s open.
She pushes the door slowly and enters. The apartment is dimly lit, cluttered. Jaga leans back in a chair, sipping tea.
JAGA
I didn’t think you’d come.
JOTI
(without looking at him)
You said… if I do what you want, you’ll give us more time.
JAGA
Six months. Maybe more. Raj won’t have to worry. You’ll be… safe.
She swallows hard. Doesn’t reply. Jaga stands up, slowly walks toward her, but Joti doesn’t move.
JAGA
Look joti I am reasonable man I will not ask much just few days in week. in morning give a blow job and you can have as long as you can do it in morning. I just want that.
JOTI
What is blow job??? You mean sucking dick??
JAGA
Yes you are right
JOTI
I have not done it before how I can do??
JAGA
It’s always first time when all things get old right. You don’t have to do much I will do it nicely you just have to open your mouth started now if you ready.
JOTI
Ok I will do tell me what I do?
JAGA
Go down to your knees and remover your dupata and upper.
JOTI
She was bit shocked said I can’t do it.
JAGA
Look I am not telling you remove bra just upper so it not get dirty now be a good girl and follow as I say.
(She removed rupata and upper. She don’t wear bra in night so she was completely nude) she open mouth and in one go jaga put in her mouth and streath to her throat. She was uncomfortable in start as she can’t breath and jaga was going hard on her. After some time he remove and she can breathe now. Her eyes have tears and jaga again did and she was having hard time as it was she first time. After 20min jaga empty all load of cum in mouth and she try to remove but jaga said na na drink it all not a single drop out. She had no choice she had to get it inside.
JAGA
That’s like a good girl. Come in few time in week and I will give you as long you doing it. Got it.
JOTI
Yes and she wear clothes and goes back to apartment.
Later That Morning – Back at Her Apartment
RAJ AND JOTI’S ROOM
Joti returns. Her face is pale. She quietly washes her hands, then prepares tea for Raj. He’s still asleep, leg in a cast, unaware.
When he stirs, she turns with a forced smile.
RAJ
You woke up early. Everything okay?
JOTI
Yes… I just couldn’t sleep. I went to see if the milkman had come early.
He nods, trusting her completely.
RAJ
I was thinking… maybe I can ask Bhola for a small loan. Just for rent.
JOTI
(gently)
Don’t worry. Jaga said we can take more time. He understood.
RAJ
Really? I didn’t expect that from him…
(He sighs with relief.)
RAJ
You’re amazing, Joti. You always keep things together.
Joti forces a smile. Her hands tremble as she stirs the tea. She doesn’t respond.
INT. KITCHEN – LATE NIGHT
Joti stands by the sink, staring at her reflection in the window glass. Her eyes are distant.
JOTI (V.O.)
I’m keeping Raj safe. That’s what matters. He can’t know. He must never know.
She switches off the light and sits alone in the dark, as the city hums outside.
OFFICE ROOM – NIGHT
Raj, limping with his cane, waits outside his boss’s office. The door opens.
KHAN
Raj? What’s this?
RAJ
(nervous)
Sir… I need a favor. My wife… she’s looking for work. We have no money. If there’s anything, even a cleaning job in the office…
KHAN
(smirking)
Your wife, huh? That quiet one? She’s young…
(Raj nods, unsure where this is going.)
KHAN
I might have something. Entry-level. No experience needed. Ask her to come tomorrow morning. Tell her… it’s a personal assistant job. Office hours.
RAJ
Thank you, sir. Really… thank you.
(Khan waves him off, already calculating something in his mind.)
⸻
OFFICE – KHAN’S PRIVATE ROOM – NEXT DAY
Joti stands in front of Khan’s desk. She wears a plain salwar suit, holding her hands tightly in front of her.
KHAN
So, Joti. Raj told me you need work. You know computers?
JOTI
A little… I can type in Hindi.
KHAN
This is a personal assistant job. Means you’ll handle my schedule, bring tea, clean my desk, organize files. It’s not glamorous. And no experience means half salary — 5000 per month.
(Joti nods. She’s not in a position to negotiate.)
KHAN
One more thing. This office… we like staff to maintain a professional look. Western. Skirts and shirts. Clothes are provided.
JOTI
(surprised)
But… I’ve never worn that kind of dress.
KHAN
It’s standard. You’ll get used to it. You want the job?
(She hesitates. Thinks about Raj, their groceries, the bills. Then nods silently.)
KHAN
Good. Be here tomorrow at 9 a.m. sharp.
⸻
Scene: That Night
INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN
Raj sits on the bed, talking about how things are finally turning around. Joti stands at the stove, silent.
RAJ
Just hold on a little more, Joti. This city will test us — but we’re not breaking. Not yet.
(Joti forces a smile. But inside, she’s sinking.)
JOTI (V.O.)
From one cage to another. But if this is what it takes to survive… then I will. For him.
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