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What happens when a young man looses a bet with his friends and is forced to spend a night at a brothel?... what happens when a young girl decides to trust a stranger?... Where will life take these individuals? . . . . . She was sitting with her legs crossed and leaning back onto her hand. She had wet wavy hair which fell to her hips and it was pinned back with a garland of jasmine. Her slender frame was draped in a yellow saree so sheer it really wouldn't have made a difference if she wasn't wearing one, her pallu hung along the side of her shoulder revealing the low cut pink blouse underneath. Her eyes were heavily lined with kohl and she wore a light pink lipstick complimenting her saree. She was looking me up and down so intently her eyebrows slightly furrowed that I was starting to get a little intimidated. Shit I must've been staring at her, she probably thinks I'm some creep, urgh way to mess things up Bhavik.
Part 1- Our Shehzada
