04-09-2025, 11:00 AM
"Mumbai ki Raaton ka Safar"
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Shampa ek 32 saal ki Bengali unmarried ladki thi. Kolkata me ek chhoti si naukri karti thi, par zindagi me na excitement tha, na progress. Har din ek jaise office, ghar, aur relatives ka taana-shahi. Usse lagta tha ki uski life ek circle me ghoom rahi hai.
Ek din usne decide kiya ki Mumbai jaayegi – apne sapne aur apni identity dhoondhne. Mumbai aakar usne ek private company me secretary ki naukri shuru ki. Din bhar kaam aur raat ko akelapan. Shehar bada tha, lekin uske dil me ek aur bada khaali-pan tha.
Ek din office ki ek colleague Neha ne use ek party me bulaya. Waha pe pehli baar Shampa ne dekha high society ki duniya – designer dresses, wine glasses, rich businessmen ki nazar, aur unke glamorous companions. Us raat Shampa ke dil me ek nayi curiosity jagi.
Neha ne dheere se usse bola –
"Shampa, tum itni beautiful ho. Agar chaaho toh tumhe sirf ek party me attend karne ke liye lakhon mil sakte hain."
Pehle toh Shampa shock me thi. Lekin jab usne apni bank balance dekhi, apna akelapan mehsoos kiya, aur Mumbai ki mehengi lifestyle ka pressure socha, toh uska man hilne laga.
Ek weekend Neha usse ek client se milane le gayi – ek five star hotel ke suite me. Shampa nervous thi, lekin Neha ne kaha,
"Sirf ek dinner hai, baaki sab tumhari marzi."
Dinner ke baad jab client ne use ek designer purse aur 50 hazaar rupaye diye, tab Shampa ke andar kuch badal gaya. Usse laga ki Mumbai ki asli duniya yehi hai – glamour, paisa, aur ek naya power jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya tha.
Dheere dheere Shampa ka wardrobe badalne laga – saree ki jagah short dresses, sindoor aur traditional look ki jagah bold makeup. Uske andar ek naye version ka janm hua. Ab vo sirf ek secretary nahi rahi; vo ek high-profile "escort" ban chuki thi.
Har client ke saath uski ek nayi kahani banti thi – koi businessman jo apni lonely raat guzar raha tha, koi NRI jo Mumbai ke taste ko explore karna chahta tha, koi politician jo secrecy dhoond raha tha. Aur Shampa, har raat apni identity ko mask karke, ek nayi role me utar jaati.
Mumbai ne use woh bana diya jo Kolkata me soch bhi nahi sakti thi – ek aurat jo khud apni zindagi ka decision leti hai, chahe duniya use judge kare ya na kare.
Shampa ka pehla experience hotel suite me khatam hone ke baad uske mann me ajeeb si halchal thi. Ek taraf guilt tha – ki vo kya kar baithi, dusri taraf us purse aur 50 hazaar rupaye ki chamak uski aankhon ke samne bar-bar aa rahi thi. Mumbai ka rent, mehenga khana, aur akelapan – sab kuch ab thoda halka lagne laga.
Agli subah jab usne apni almirah kholi, saree aur salwar suits ko dekh kar usse laga ki vo purani Shampa ab mar chuki hai. Usne Neha ke saath shopping karne ka plan banaya. Zara aur H&M ke stores me jab usne pehli baar ek black bodycon dress try ki, Neha ne mirror ki taraf dekh kar bola –
"Shampa, tum lag rahi ho ekdum bomb. Bas ab thoda confidence lao, baaki sab clients khud attract honge."
Us din Shampa ne makeup artist se seekha kaise smoky eyes aur red lipstick lagani hai. Purane simple bun ki jagah ab uske hair loose curls me girte the. Dheere-dheere uska andar ka darr glamour aur confidence me badalne
laga.
Doosra Client – Ek Test
Neha ne agle hafte usse ek aur client se milaya. Yeh client ek NRI tha – Dubai se aaya hua businessman. Meeting Taj Hotel ke lounge me thi. Shampa ne black dress pehni thi, high heels aur ek classy clutch ke saath. Jab usne apne aap ko mirror me dekha, usse laga vo koi aur hai – ek aisi aurat jise duniya respect karti hai, chaahe asli pehchaan sirf use hi pata ho.
Dinner ke dauran NRI client ne uski Bengali accent ki tareef ki aur kaha,
"You are not like the regular girls. Tumhare andar ek sophistication hai."
Us raat Shampa pehli baar apne decision ko sahi samajhne lagi. Paisa zyada mila, lekin usse zyada important tha – ek nayi identity, ek naya value jo use pehli naukri me kabhi feel nahi hua tha.
Family Ko Jhoot
Kolkata me maa ne phone kiya –
"Shampa, tu theek hai na? Office kaisa chal raha hai? Ab shaadi ke liye bhi soch."
Shampa ke hothon par ek khamosh muskaan thi. Usne jhooth bola,
"Haan maa, naukri bahut achhi chal rahi hai. Promotion bhi milne wala hai."
Maa khush ho gayi, lekin Shampa ke dil me ek chhota sa guilt ka kanta chubh
ta raha.
Naya Naam, Nayi Pehchaan
Dheere-dheere Neha ne use samjhaya ki high-profile clients ke liye apna ek alag naam rakhna padta hai. Ab Shampa, "Riya Sen" ke naam se clients ke liye bookings lene lagi. Yeh naam uske liye ek mask ban gaya – jisme glamour, confidence aur power thi.
Har raat ek naya role, ek nayi kahani. Din me vo ek corporate secretary, raat me ek high-end escort.
Mumbai ki raaton ne use ek nayi duniya de di thi – paisa, luxury hotels, branded clothes, imported wines, aur ek secret identity jiske bare me uski purani duniya kuch nahi j
aanti.
“Luxury ke Andar ka Dard”
Mumbai ki ek garmi bhari raat thi. Shampa, ab “Riya” ke naam se clients mil rahi thi. Neha ne usse phone par kaha –
“Riya, aaj ka client ekdum high-class hai. Politician ke circle me hai, paisa bhi bahut hai. Thoda demanding zaroor hai, par agar tum usse impress kar dogi, toh tumhe regular clients milne lagenge. Samajh jao, yeh golden chance hai.”
Shampa nervous thi. Usne ek royal blue gown pehna, heels lagayi, aur thoda zyada bold makeup kiya. Taj Lands End hotel ka suite number diya gaya tha. Jab usne door knock kiya, saamne ek 50+ ka gentleman khada tha – classy, expensive perfume me dooba hua, aur aankhon me ek authority ka asar
Room ke Andar ka Pressure
Client ne use softly welcome kiya, lekin kuch der baad hi uske demands zyada bold hone lage. Champagne ke glass ke saath usne kaha,
“Main tumhe ek normal girl ki tarah nahi chahta, main chahata hoon tum apni hadon ko tod do. Mujhe dekhna hai ki tum kitna handle kar sakti ho.”
Shampa ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Uske liye yeh pehli baar tha jab ek client itna daring tha. Lekin usne Neha ki baat yaad ki – “High-class clients ko khush karna padta hai, warna market me naam nahi banega.”
Aur phir Shampa ne apni sari sharam, apne sare doubts ek taraf rakhe, aur us client ki har demand puri karne ki koshish ki. Har limit cross karte waqt uske dil me ek chubhan hoti, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si power bhi feel hoti – jaise vo khud ko tod kar ek nayi aurat bana rahi ho.
Subah jab vo hotel ke bade mirror ke samne khadi hui thi, usne apne aankhon ke neeche thakan aur dil me ek khali-pan mehsoos kiya. Client ne uske bag me ek bundle daala – 1 lakh cash. Paisa dekh kar aankh chamki, lekin dil andar se ro raha tha.
Hotel se nikalne ke baad usne Neha ko call kiya –
“Neha… mujhe lag raha hai main gir gayi hoon. Yeh sab mere liye bahut heavy hai.”
Neha haske boli,
“Pagal mat bano, Shampa! Yeh girna nahi hai, yeh uthna hai. Mumbai me survive karna hai toh emotions ko side me rakhna padta hai. Ab ek kaam karo, aaj raat mere flat aa jao. Thoda drink karenge, sab theek lagne lagega.”
Sharab ka Asar
Us raat Shampa Neha ke flat gayi. Table par whiskey ki bottle thi. Pehle toh usne mana kiya, par Neha ne uske haath me glass pakda diya –
“Bas ek sip lo, dard halka ho jaayega.”
Shampa ne pehli baar sharab pi. Pehle glass me jalne jaisa laga, par dheere-dheere uska dard halka hone laga, aur ek ajeeb si numbness aa gayi. Usne hansi me Neha se kaha –
“Lagta hai yeh drink meri nayi dost ban jaayegi.”
Aur sach me, us din ke baad sharab uske liye ek support ban gayi. Har heavy raat ke baad vo drink karti, taaki guilt aur loneliness ko bhol sake.
Raat ke hotel sessions aur din ke office life ke beech Shampa ka asli chehra dheere-dheere gayab hone laga. Ab uski roti shakal “Riya” thi – ek bold, confident aur glamorous escort.
Har weekend uske bag me nayi branded dress hoti, naye perfumes hote, aur naye note bundles jama hote. Lekin un sab ke peeche, uska asli chehra – ek Bengali middle-class ladki jise kabhi shaadi aur ek simple life ka sapna tha – wo dheere-dheere andar hi andar ro rahi thi.
Ab har client ke baad ek hi ritual hota – Neha ke flat par jaake whiskey ya wine ka glass. Pehle sirf guilt kam karne ke liye hota tha, par ab bina drink kiye neend aati hi nahi thi.
Ek baar Neha ne hansi me kaha –
“Riya, ab tum pure Mumbai escort culture ka part ban gayi ho. Paisa, sharab aur glamour – teen cheezein humari jaan hai.”
Shampa chup rahi, par andar se usse laga ki ye sab use apne asli astitva se aur door le ja raha hai.
High-Class Client ka Entry
Ek din Neha ne ek khaas client ka naam liya – “Mr. Khanna.”
Wo ek bada industrialist tha, Mumbai ke sabhi 5-star hotels ka regular. Lekin sabse alag baat yeh thi ki usse ek hi ladki pasand aati thi – aur ab uski nazar Riya par thi.
Taj Palace ke presidential suite me meeting fix hui. Room me ghusne ke baad Shampa ne dekha – white shirt me Mr. Khanna, calm aur powerful personality.
Dinner ke waqt usne direct kaha –
“Riya, tum alag ho. Tumhe main sirf ek raat ke liye nahi chahta. Mujhe tum par haq chahiye… permanent. Jo bhi paisa tumhe chahiye, jo lifestyle tumhe chahiye, sab dunga. Bas tum meri exclusive ho jao.”
Shampa ke haath se wine ka glass lagbhag gir gaya. Ye pehli baar tha jab ek client use “apna” banana chahta tha.
Us raat jab Khanna ne apne har demand rakhe, Shampa ne bina roke sab accept kiya. Paisa aur gifts ki barsaat hui. Lekin baad me bathroom ke mirror ke saamne usne apne aap ko dekha – aankhon me kajal bika hua, lipstick fade, aur dil me ek sawal – “Kya main ab ek insaan hoon ya sirf ek commodity?”
Sharab ka ek aur glass usne uthaya, aur apne aap ko samjhaya –
“Yehi Mumbai hai. Yehi meri nayi zindagi hai. Riya ke liye emotions allowed nahi hai.”
Trap aur Addiction
Agli subah Neha ne usse kaha –
“Congrats darling, tumhe Mr. Khanna jaisa regular client mil gaya. Ab tumhari market value aur bhi badh gayi hai. Tumhari life sorted hai.”
Shampa muskaan banakar haan me sir hila gayi. Lekin uske andar ek aur awaaz goonj rahi thi – “Kya main ab kabhi normal life jee paungi?”
Din ke waqt office ke computer screen pe focus karna mushkil ho gaya tha. Raat ko clients ke saath mask pehni hui Riya hoti thi, aur beech me sharab hi thi jo dono chehron ko jodti thi.
Shampa ke liye ab office aur file-work ek bojh ban gaya tha. Din bhar ke paperwork aur boss ke taano ke beech use lagta tha ki uski asli zindagi toh raat ke glamour aur luxury hotels me hi hai. Ek din usne apne boss ko resignation letter diya aur socha –
“Ab mujhe apni asli pehchaan chhupane ki zarurat nahi. Din ho ya raat, main sirf Riya hoon.”
Naukri chhodne ke baad Shampa almost full-time Neha ke contact me rehne lagi. Neha har waqt usse samjhati –
“Dekho Riya, paisa kamane ka asli tareeka yahi hai. Corporate naukri me tumhe 30 hazaar milega, yaha ek raat me 3 lakh mil sakte hain. Aur tum jaise smart aurat ke liye toh sky is the limit.”
Shampa dheere-dheere Neha ki lifestyle copy karne lagi – branded clothes, imported perfumes, luxury parties, aur sabse badi baat – paise ko kharch karne ki habit.
Neha ne usse sikhaya ki paisa sirf kamana nahi, usse udana bhi ek status symbol hai. Wine bottles, designer handbags, Goa ke nightclubs – sab ab Shampa ki routine ban
gaye.
Family ko Paise Bhejna
Kolkata me maa-baba aur choti behan ko abhi tak lagta tha ki Shampa ek corporate job kar rahi hai. Jab bhi paisa chahiye hota, maa phone par kehti –
“Beta, tujhe pareshani toh nahi hoti na itna paisa bhejne me? Behan ki fees bhi deni hai.”
Shampa ke dil me ek chubhan hoti, lekin vo muskaan banakar kehti –
“Maa, yaha salary bahut achhi hai. Tum log tension mat lo.”
Har mahine apni earnings ka 60-70% vo money order kar deti thi ghar. Maa-baba use dua dete, aur behan khush hoti. Lekin unhe kya pata tha ki Shampa ke paison ke peeche ek dangerous glamorous duniya chhupi hai.
Trips aur Expansion
Neha ne ek din suggest kiya –
“Riya, ab tumhe sirf Mumbai tak limited nahi rehna chahiye. High-class clients Goa, Bali aur Bangkok me bhi maza karna chahte hain. International trips se tumhari value aur bhi zyada badh jaayegi.”
Shampa pehle hesitant thi, par fir Neha ki baaton aur extra paise ke lure ne use manaa liya.
Goa me uska pehla assignment tha – ek yacht party jaha foreign clients aur businessmen ek saath the. Shampa ne apne aap ko ek completely alag avatar me paya – bikini me, champagne hand me, aur music ki dhun par dance karti hui.
Uske baad Bali aur Bangkok ke trips shuru hue. Har trip ke saath paisa, gifts, aur clients badhte gaye. Shampa ke bag me ab LV aur Gucci ke handbags hote, lekin uske dil me ek khaali-pan ab
bhi tha.
Nayi Reality
Mumbai ki simple secretary Shampa ab ek international level escort “Riya Sen” ban chuki thi. Paisa, glamour aur trips ne use duniya se alag bana diya tha.
Lekin jab kabhi raat ko akeli hoti, ek sawal use jagata rehta –
“Main yeh sab kisliye kar rahi hoon? Kya sirf paisa aur family ke liye? Ya main apni asli identity kho baithi h
oon?”
“Bangkok ki Raat, Naya Mukam”
Bangkok ki flight me Shampa, ab “Riya ”, ekdum naye confidence ke saath thi. Plane ke window se neeche jagmagati city lights dekhte hue usne socha –
“Ab main sirf ek Mumbai escort nahi rahi. Main international level ki Riya hoon.”
Bangkok ke 5-star hotel ke suite me uske liye sab arrange tha – champagne, silk robes, aur ek high-profile NRI client jo Dubai aur Singapore ke business circles me mashhoo
r tha.
Dinner ke baad client ne softly bola –
“Riya, tum sirf ek escort nahi ho. Tum ek brand ban sakti ho. Main chahta hoon tumhe ek bold photoshoot ke liye tayyar karun. Agar tum agree karo, toh tumhari market value double ho jaayegi.”
Shampa ek moment ke liye shock ho gayi. Bold photoshoot matlab sirf glamour nahi, balki apna body aur image duniya ke saamne ek naye angle se expose karna. Lekin paisa aur power ki chamak ne uske doubts ko dheere-dheere chhupaa di
ya.
Agli subah ek private studio me shoot arrange hua. White lights, professional camera aur Bangkok ke ek famous fashion photographer.
Shampa ko pehle designer lingerie me shoot karna tha, phir sheer gowns aur bold poses me. Pehli baar usne apne sharm ko ek mask ke peeche lock kar diya. Har click ke saath uska confidence badhta gaya.
Photographer bar-bar kehta –
“Perfect Riya! Tumhari body aur expressions ekdum international model jaisi hai. Tum bold hi nahi, classy bhi lag rahi ho.”
Us shoot ke end me Shampa ne apne aap ko ek naye level pe dekha. Mirror me wo ab simple Bengali girl Shampa nahi thi – wo ek international bold icon “Riya Sen” ban gayi thi.
Shoot ke baad client ne usse ek diamond bracelet gift kiya aur kaha –
“Ab tumhaari entry high-profile magazines me bhi ho sakti hai. Bas tumhe apni daring nature ko aur push karna hoga.”
Shampa ne champagne ka ek aur glass uthaya aur dil me socha –
“Maine jo shuru kiya tha, ab usse peeche lautne ka koi rasta nahi. Har step mujhe aur gehra le ja raha hai is glamour aur dark duniya me.”
Bangkok trip ke baad uska naam sirf Mumbai me nahi, balki foreign clients ke circles me bhi charcha ka topic ban gaya.
“Rupaye ka Nasha, Party ka Jadoo”
Bangkok ke bold photoshoot ke baad Shampa ka naam aur demand high society me aur bhi badh gaya. Ab sirf clients hi nahi, bade private parties aur corporate events me bhi usse bulawa aane laga.
Neha ne ek din usse phone kiya –
“Riya, ab tum sirf escort nahi rahi. Tumhe ab stage pe aana hoga. High-class parties me dance performance karogi. Sirf entry fees hi 2-3 lakh milegi, aur clients separately aur pay karenge.”
Shampa pehle hesitant thi, lekin jab usne ek yacht party me pehla dance performance diya – red shimmering dress me, music ke beats pe bold moves karte hue – sab ki nazar sirf uspar thi.
Audience me businessmen, NRIs aur politicians baithe the, aur performance ke baad unhone khud line lagakar tips diye.
Us raat Shampa ne mehsoos kiya – paisa sirf bedroom se nahi, stage se bhi baras sakta hai.
Busy Schedule, No Rest
Ab uski life ekdam mechanical ho gayi thi –
Din: Neha ke saath meetings, shopping, spa aur travel planning.
Shaam: Private party performances – kabhi Mumbai ke five-star hotels me, kabhi Goa ke beachside clubs me.
Raat: High-paying clients ke saath luxury suites.
Subah: Thakan aur hangover ko whiskey aur sleeping pills se cover karna.
Shampa ke calendar me ek bhi khali din nahi tha. Ek taraf paisa, diamond gifts aur foreign trips baras rahe the, dusri taraf uska asli astitva khatam hota jaa raha tha.
Ab paisa uske liye sirf zarurat nahi, ek nasha ban gaya tha.
Jo paisa aata, usme se 60-70% ab bhi vo maa-baba aur chhoti behan ko bhejti thi. Kolkata me sabko lagta tha ki Shampa ek “corporate achiever” hai jo foreign trips karti hai. Maa proudly relatives ko kehti –
“Hamari beti abroad tak kaam karne jaati hai, bahut bada naam kama rahi hai.”
Shampa muskaan bana kar unhe phone pe jhooth bolti, aur andar se ek guilt ke saath aur ek glass wine pee jaati.
Riya ab ek naam ban gaya tha. Clients aur event managers uski booking ke liye Neha ko call karte rehte the. Ek taraf paisa aur luxury baras raha tha, dusri taraf uski life itni busy ho gayi thi ki apne liye ek pal bhi nahi bachta.
Late night flights, bold dance shows, international trips – sab uske schedule ka hissa ban gaya. Aur dheere-dheere Shampa bhoolne lagi ki uski asli pehchaan kya thi.
Ek raat Goa ke ek resort party me jab usne dance khatam kiya, uske haath me lakhon ke tips the. Sab claps kar rahe the, lekin Shampa andar hi andar soch rahi thi –
“Main paiso ki machine ban gayi hoon. Jitna kamati hoon, utna hi zyada kharch karne ka mann karta hai. Ye nasha mujhe kahan le jaayega?”
Aur usi waqt Neha uske kaan me füsfusaayi –
“Darling, ab tumhe rokna mushkil hai. Tum ab Mumbai ki nahi, duniya ki star
ho.”
The end...
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" />Shampa ek 32 saal ki Bengali unmarried ladki thi. Kolkata me ek chhoti si naukri karti thi, par zindagi me na excitement tha, na progress. Har din ek jaise office, ghar, aur relatives ka taana-shahi. Usse lagta tha ki uski life ek circle me ghoom rahi hai.
Ek din usne decide kiya ki Mumbai jaayegi – apne sapne aur apni identity dhoondhne. Mumbai aakar usne ek private company me secretary ki naukri shuru ki. Din bhar kaam aur raat ko akelapan. Shehar bada tha, lekin uske dil me ek aur bada khaali-pan tha.
Ek din office ki ek colleague Neha ne use ek party me bulaya. Waha pe pehli baar Shampa ne dekha high society ki duniya – designer dresses, wine glasses, rich businessmen ki nazar, aur unke glamorous companions. Us raat Shampa ke dil me ek nayi curiosity jagi.
Neha ne dheere se usse bola –
"Shampa, tum itni beautiful ho. Agar chaaho toh tumhe sirf ek party me attend karne ke liye lakhon mil sakte hain."
Pehle toh Shampa shock me thi. Lekin jab usne apni bank balance dekhi, apna akelapan mehsoos kiya, aur Mumbai ki mehengi lifestyle ka pressure socha, toh uska man hilne laga.
Ek weekend Neha usse ek client se milane le gayi – ek five star hotel ke suite me. Shampa nervous thi, lekin Neha ne kaha,
"Sirf ek dinner hai, baaki sab tumhari marzi."
Dinner ke baad jab client ne use ek designer purse aur 50 hazaar rupaye diye, tab Shampa ke andar kuch badal gaya. Usse laga ki Mumbai ki asli duniya yehi hai – glamour, paisa, aur ek naya power jo usne pehle kabhi mehsoos nahi kiya tha.
Dheere dheere Shampa ka wardrobe badalne laga – saree ki jagah short dresses, sindoor aur traditional look ki jagah bold makeup. Uske andar ek naye version ka janm hua. Ab vo sirf ek secretary nahi rahi; vo ek high-profile "escort" ban chuki thi.
Har client ke saath uski ek nayi kahani banti thi – koi businessman jo apni lonely raat guzar raha tha, koi NRI jo Mumbai ke taste ko explore karna chahta tha, koi politician jo secrecy dhoond raha tha. Aur Shampa, har raat apni identity ko mask karke, ek nayi role me utar jaati.
Mumbai ne use woh bana diya jo Kolkata me soch bhi nahi sakti thi – ek aurat jo khud apni zindagi ka decision leti hai, chahe duniya use judge kare ya na kare.
Shampa ka pehla experience hotel suite me khatam hone ke baad uske mann me ajeeb si halchal thi. Ek taraf guilt tha – ki vo kya kar baithi, dusri taraf us purse aur 50 hazaar rupaye ki chamak uski aankhon ke samne bar-bar aa rahi thi. Mumbai ka rent, mehenga khana, aur akelapan – sab kuch ab thoda halka lagne laga.
Agli subah jab usne apni almirah kholi, saree aur salwar suits ko dekh kar usse laga ki vo purani Shampa ab mar chuki hai. Usne Neha ke saath shopping karne ka plan banaya. Zara aur H&M ke stores me jab usne pehli baar ek black bodycon dress try ki, Neha ne mirror ki taraf dekh kar bola –
"Shampa, tum lag rahi ho ekdum bomb. Bas ab thoda confidence lao, baaki sab clients khud attract honge."
Us din Shampa ne makeup artist se seekha kaise smoky eyes aur red lipstick lagani hai. Purane simple bun ki jagah ab uske hair loose curls me girte the. Dheere-dheere uska andar ka darr glamour aur confidence me badalne
laga.
Doosra Client – Ek Test
Neha ne agle hafte usse ek aur client se milaya. Yeh client ek NRI tha – Dubai se aaya hua businessman. Meeting Taj Hotel ke lounge me thi. Shampa ne black dress pehni thi, high heels aur ek classy clutch ke saath. Jab usne apne aap ko mirror me dekha, usse laga vo koi aur hai – ek aisi aurat jise duniya respect karti hai, chaahe asli pehchaan sirf use hi pata ho.
Dinner ke dauran NRI client ne uski Bengali accent ki tareef ki aur kaha,
"You are not like the regular girls. Tumhare andar ek sophistication hai."
Us raat Shampa pehli baar apne decision ko sahi samajhne lagi. Paisa zyada mila, lekin usse zyada important tha – ek nayi identity, ek naya value jo use pehli naukri me kabhi feel nahi hua tha.
Family Ko Jhoot
Kolkata me maa ne phone kiya –
"Shampa, tu theek hai na? Office kaisa chal raha hai? Ab shaadi ke liye bhi soch."
Shampa ke hothon par ek khamosh muskaan thi. Usne jhooth bola,
"Haan maa, naukri bahut achhi chal rahi hai. Promotion bhi milne wala hai."
Maa khush ho gayi, lekin Shampa ke dil me ek chhota sa guilt ka kanta chubh
ta raha.
Naya Naam, Nayi Pehchaan
Dheere-dheere Neha ne use samjhaya ki high-profile clients ke liye apna ek alag naam rakhna padta hai. Ab Shampa, "Riya Sen" ke naam se clients ke liye bookings lene lagi. Yeh naam uske liye ek mask ban gaya – jisme glamour, confidence aur power thi.
Har raat ek naya role, ek nayi kahani. Din me vo ek corporate secretary, raat me ek high-end escort.
Mumbai ki raaton ne use ek nayi duniya de di thi – paisa, luxury hotels, branded clothes, imported wines, aur ek secret identity jiske bare me uski purani duniya kuch nahi j
aanti.
“Luxury ke Andar ka Dard”
Mumbai ki ek garmi bhari raat thi. Shampa, ab “Riya” ke naam se clients mil rahi thi. Neha ne usse phone par kaha –
“Riya, aaj ka client ekdum high-class hai. Politician ke circle me hai, paisa bhi bahut hai. Thoda demanding zaroor hai, par agar tum usse impress kar dogi, toh tumhe regular clients milne lagenge. Samajh jao, yeh golden chance hai.”
Shampa nervous thi. Usne ek royal blue gown pehna, heels lagayi, aur thoda zyada bold makeup kiya. Taj Lands End hotel ka suite number diya gaya tha. Jab usne door knock kiya, saamne ek 50+ ka gentleman khada tha – classy, expensive perfume me dooba hua, aur aankhon me ek authority ka asar
Room ke Andar ka Pressure
Client ne use softly welcome kiya, lekin kuch der baad hi uske demands zyada bold hone lage. Champagne ke glass ke saath usne kaha,
“Main tumhe ek normal girl ki tarah nahi chahta, main chahata hoon tum apni hadon ko tod do. Mujhe dekhna hai ki tum kitna handle kar sakti ho.”
Shampa ka dil tez dhadakne laga. Uske liye yeh pehli baar tha jab ek client itna daring tha. Lekin usne Neha ki baat yaad ki – “High-class clients ko khush karna padta hai, warna market me naam nahi banega.”
Aur phir Shampa ne apni sari sharam, apne sare doubts ek taraf rakhe, aur us client ki har demand puri karne ki koshish ki. Har limit cross karte waqt uske dil me ek chubhan hoti, lekin saath hi ek ajeeb si power bhi feel hoti – jaise vo khud ko tod kar ek nayi aurat bana rahi ho.
Subah jab vo hotel ke bade mirror ke samne khadi hui thi, usne apne aankhon ke neeche thakan aur dil me ek khali-pan mehsoos kiya. Client ne uske bag me ek bundle daala – 1 lakh cash. Paisa dekh kar aankh chamki, lekin dil andar se ro raha tha.
Hotel se nikalne ke baad usne Neha ko call kiya –
“Neha… mujhe lag raha hai main gir gayi hoon. Yeh sab mere liye bahut heavy hai.”
Neha haske boli,
“Pagal mat bano, Shampa! Yeh girna nahi hai, yeh uthna hai. Mumbai me survive karna hai toh emotions ko side me rakhna padta hai. Ab ek kaam karo, aaj raat mere flat aa jao. Thoda drink karenge, sab theek lagne lagega.”
Sharab ka Asar
Us raat Shampa Neha ke flat gayi. Table par whiskey ki bottle thi. Pehle toh usne mana kiya, par Neha ne uske haath me glass pakda diya –
“Bas ek sip lo, dard halka ho jaayega.”
Shampa ne pehli baar sharab pi. Pehle glass me jalne jaisa laga, par dheere-dheere uska dard halka hone laga, aur ek ajeeb si numbness aa gayi. Usne hansi me Neha se kaha –
“Lagta hai yeh drink meri nayi dost ban jaayegi.”
Aur sach me, us din ke baad sharab uske liye ek support ban gayi. Har heavy raat ke baad vo drink karti, taaki guilt aur loneliness ko bhol sake.
Raat ke hotel sessions aur din ke office life ke beech Shampa ka asli chehra dheere-dheere gayab hone laga. Ab uski roti shakal “Riya” thi – ek bold, confident aur glamorous escort.
Har weekend uske bag me nayi branded dress hoti, naye perfumes hote, aur naye note bundles jama hote. Lekin un sab ke peeche, uska asli chehra – ek Bengali middle-class ladki jise kabhi shaadi aur ek simple life ka sapna tha – wo dheere-dheere andar hi andar ro rahi thi.
Ab har client ke baad ek hi ritual hota – Neha ke flat par jaake whiskey ya wine ka glass. Pehle sirf guilt kam karne ke liye hota tha, par ab bina drink kiye neend aati hi nahi thi.
Ek baar Neha ne hansi me kaha –
“Riya, ab tum pure Mumbai escort culture ka part ban gayi ho. Paisa, sharab aur glamour – teen cheezein humari jaan hai.”
Shampa chup rahi, par andar se usse laga ki ye sab use apne asli astitva se aur door le ja raha hai.
High-Class Client ka Entry
Ek din Neha ne ek khaas client ka naam liya – “Mr. Khanna.”
Wo ek bada industrialist tha, Mumbai ke sabhi 5-star hotels ka regular. Lekin sabse alag baat yeh thi ki usse ek hi ladki pasand aati thi – aur ab uski nazar Riya par thi.
Taj Palace ke presidential suite me meeting fix hui. Room me ghusne ke baad Shampa ne dekha – white shirt me Mr. Khanna, calm aur powerful personality.
Dinner ke waqt usne direct kaha –
“Riya, tum alag ho. Tumhe main sirf ek raat ke liye nahi chahta. Mujhe tum par haq chahiye… permanent. Jo bhi paisa tumhe chahiye, jo lifestyle tumhe chahiye, sab dunga. Bas tum meri exclusive ho jao.”
Shampa ke haath se wine ka glass lagbhag gir gaya. Ye pehli baar tha jab ek client use “apna” banana chahta tha.
Us raat jab Khanna ne apne har demand rakhe, Shampa ne bina roke sab accept kiya. Paisa aur gifts ki barsaat hui. Lekin baad me bathroom ke mirror ke saamne usne apne aap ko dekha – aankhon me kajal bika hua, lipstick fade, aur dil me ek sawal – “Kya main ab ek insaan hoon ya sirf ek commodity?”
Sharab ka ek aur glass usne uthaya, aur apne aap ko samjhaya –
“Yehi Mumbai hai. Yehi meri nayi zindagi hai. Riya ke liye emotions allowed nahi hai.”
Trap aur Addiction
Agli subah Neha ne usse kaha –
“Congrats darling, tumhe Mr. Khanna jaisa regular client mil gaya. Ab tumhari market value aur bhi badh gayi hai. Tumhari life sorted hai.”
Shampa muskaan banakar haan me sir hila gayi. Lekin uske andar ek aur awaaz goonj rahi thi – “Kya main ab kabhi normal life jee paungi?”
Din ke waqt office ke computer screen pe focus karna mushkil ho gaya tha. Raat ko clients ke saath mask pehni hui Riya hoti thi, aur beech me sharab hi thi jo dono chehron ko jodti thi.
Shampa ke liye ab office aur file-work ek bojh ban gaya tha. Din bhar ke paperwork aur boss ke taano ke beech use lagta tha ki uski asli zindagi toh raat ke glamour aur luxury hotels me hi hai. Ek din usne apne boss ko resignation letter diya aur socha –
“Ab mujhe apni asli pehchaan chhupane ki zarurat nahi. Din ho ya raat, main sirf Riya hoon.”
Naukri chhodne ke baad Shampa almost full-time Neha ke contact me rehne lagi. Neha har waqt usse samjhati –
“Dekho Riya, paisa kamane ka asli tareeka yahi hai. Corporate naukri me tumhe 30 hazaar milega, yaha ek raat me 3 lakh mil sakte hain. Aur tum jaise smart aurat ke liye toh sky is the limit.”
Shampa dheere-dheere Neha ki lifestyle copy karne lagi – branded clothes, imported perfumes, luxury parties, aur sabse badi baat – paise ko kharch karne ki habit.
Neha ne usse sikhaya ki paisa sirf kamana nahi, usse udana bhi ek status symbol hai. Wine bottles, designer handbags, Goa ke nightclubs – sab ab Shampa ki routine ban
gaye.
Family ko Paise Bhejna
Kolkata me maa-baba aur choti behan ko abhi tak lagta tha ki Shampa ek corporate job kar rahi hai. Jab bhi paisa chahiye hota, maa phone par kehti –
“Beta, tujhe pareshani toh nahi hoti na itna paisa bhejne me? Behan ki fees bhi deni hai.”
Shampa ke dil me ek chubhan hoti, lekin vo muskaan banakar kehti –
“Maa, yaha salary bahut achhi hai. Tum log tension mat lo.”
Har mahine apni earnings ka 60-70% vo money order kar deti thi ghar. Maa-baba use dua dete, aur behan khush hoti. Lekin unhe kya pata tha ki Shampa ke paison ke peeche ek dangerous glamorous duniya chhupi hai.
Trips aur Expansion
Neha ne ek din suggest kiya –
“Riya, ab tumhe sirf Mumbai tak limited nahi rehna chahiye. High-class clients Goa, Bali aur Bangkok me bhi maza karna chahte hain. International trips se tumhari value aur bhi zyada badh jaayegi.”
Shampa pehle hesitant thi, par fir Neha ki baaton aur extra paise ke lure ne use manaa liya.
Goa me uska pehla assignment tha – ek yacht party jaha foreign clients aur businessmen ek saath the. Shampa ne apne aap ko ek completely alag avatar me paya – bikini me, champagne hand me, aur music ki dhun par dance karti hui.
Uske baad Bali aur Bangkok ke trips shuru hue. Har trip ke saath paisa, gifts, aur clients badhte gaye. Shampa ke bag me ab LV aur Gucci ke handbags hote, lekin uske dil me ek khaali-pan ab
bhi tha.
Nayi Reality
Mumbai ki simple secretary Shampa ab ek international level escort “Riya Sen” ban chuki thi. Paisa, glamour aur trips ne use duniya se alag bana diya tha.
Lekin jab kabhi raat ko akeli hoti, ek sawal use jagata rehta –
“Main yeh sab kisliye kar rahi hoon? Kya sirf paisa aur family ke liye? Ya main apni asli identity kho baithi h
oon?”
“Bangkok ki Raat, Naya Mukam”
Bangkok ki flight me Shampa, ab “Riya ”, ekdum naye confidence ke saath thi. Plane ke window se neeche jagmagati city lights dekhte hue usne socha –
“Ab main sirf ek Mumbai escort nahi rahi. Main international level ki Riya hoon.”
Bangkok ke 5-star hotel ke suite me uske liye sab arrange tha – champagne, silk robes, aur ek high-profile NRI client jo Dubai aur Singapore ke business circles me mashhoo
r tha.
Dinner ke baad client ne softly bola –
“Riya, tum sirf ek escort nahi ho. Tum ek brand ban sakti ho. Main chahta hoon tumhe ek bold photoshoot ke liye tayyar karun. Agar tum agree karo, toh tumhari market value double ho jaayegi.”
Shampa ek moment ke liye shock ho gayi. Bold photoshoot matlab sirf glamour nahi, balki apna body aur image duniya ke saamne ek naye angle se expose karna. Lekin paisa aur power ki chamak ne uske doubts ko dheere-dheere chhupaa di
ya.
Agli subah ek private studio me shoot arrange hua. White lights, professional camera aur Bangkok ke ek famous fashion photographer.
Shampa ko pehle designer lingerie me shoot karna tha, phir sheer gowns aur bold poses me. Pehli baar usne apne sharm ko ek mask ke peeche lock kar diya. Har click ke saath uska confidence badhta gaya.
Photographer bar-bar kehta –
“Perfect Riya! Tumhari body aur expressions ekdum international model jaisi hai. Tum bold hi nahi, classy bhi lag rahi ho.”
Us shoot ke end me Shampa ne apne aap ko ek naye level pe dekha. Mirror me wo ab simple Bengali girl Shampa nahi thi – wo ek international bold icon “Riya Sen” ban gayi thi.
Shoot ke baad client ne usse ek diamond bracelet gift kiya aur kaha –
“Ab tumhaari entry high-profile magazines me bhi ho sakti hai. Bas tumhe apni daring nature ko aur push karna hoga.”
Shampa ne champagne ka ek aur glass uthaya aur dil me socha –
“Maine jo shuru kiya tha, ab usse peeche lautne ka koi rasta nahi. Har step mujhe aur gehra le ja raha hai is glamour aur dark duniya me.”
Bangkok trip ke baad uska naam sirf Mumbai me nahi, balki foreign clients ke circles me bhi charcha ka topic ban gaya.
“Rupaye ka Nasha, Party ka Jadoo”
Bangkok ke bold photoshoot ke baad Shampa ka naam aur demand high society me aur bhi badh gaya. Ab sirf clients hi nahi, bade private parties aur corporate events me bhi usse bulawa aane laga.
Neha ne ek din usse phone kiya –
“Riya, ab tum sirf escort nahi rahi. Tumhe ab stage pe aana hoga. High-class parties me dance performance karogi. Sirf entry fees hi 2-3 lakh milegi, aur clients separately aur pay karenge.”
Shampa pehle hesitant thi, lekin jab usne ek yacht party me pehla dance performance diya – red shimmering dress me, music ke beats pe bold moves karte hue – sab ki nazar sirf uspar thi.
Audience me businessmen, NRIs aur politicians baithe the, aur performance ke baad unhone khud line lagakar tips diye.
Us raat Shampa ne mehsoos kiya – paisa sirf bedroom se nahi, stage se bhi baras sakta hai.
Busy Schedule, No Rest
Ab uski life ekdam mechanical ho gayi thi –
Din: Neha ke saath meetings, shopping, spa aur travel planning.
Shaam: Private party performances – kabhi Mumbai ke five-star hotels me, kabhi Goa ke beachside clubs me.
Raat: High-paying clients ke saath luxury suites.
Subah: Thakan aur hangover ko whiskey aur sleeping pills se cover karna.
Shampa ke calendar me ek bhi khali din nahi tha. Ek taraf paisa, diamond gifts aur foreign trips baras rahe the, dusri taraf uska asli astitva khatam hota jaa raha tha.
Ab paisa uske liye sirf zarurat nahi, ek nasha ban gaya tha.
Jo paisa aata, usme se 60-70% ab bhi vo maa-baba aur chhoti behan ko bhejti thi. Kolkata me sabko lagta tha ki Shampa ek “corporate achiever” hai jo foreign trips karti hai. Maa proudly relatives ko kehti –
“Hamari beti abroad tak kaam karne jaati hai, bahut bada naam kama rahi hai.”
Shampa muskaan bana kar unhe phone pe jhooth bolti, aur andar se ek guilt ke saath aur ek glass wine pee jaati.
Riya ab ek naam ban gaya tha. Clients aur event managers uski booking ke liye Neha ko call karte rehte the. Ek taraf paisa aur luxury baras raha tha, dusri taraf uski life itni busy ho gayi thi ki apne liye ek pal bhi nahi bachta.
Late night flights, bold dance shows, international trips – sab uske schedule ka hissa ban gaya. Aur dheere-dheere Shampa bhoolne lagi ki uski asli pehchaan kya thi.
Ek raat Goa ke ek resort party me jab usne dance khatam kiya, uske haath me lakhon ke tips the. Sab claps kar rahe the, lekin Shampa andar hi andar soch rahi thi –
“Main paiso ki machine ban gayi hoon. Jitna kamati hoon, utna hi zyada kharch karne ka mann karta hai. Ye nasha mujhe kahan le jaayega?”
Aur usi waqt Neha uske kaan me füsfusaayi –
“Darling, ab tumhe rokna mushkil hai. Tum ab Mumbai ki nahi, duniya ki star
ho.”
The end...
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