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fifteen year old virgin. It gives me the hell of a time in heaven …’ he laughed like an evil cobra. The girl didn’t understand a word he uttered for the poor creature didn’t know any other language than Spanish. There was a fear in the girl’s eyes for this was her first time, and such violent were his actions that she closed her brown eyes for it to get over real fast. He had promised to make her famous, if she made him happy, and she was trying to make him happy. She awaited the fame of her lifetime at the end of it . Marquez took his wrinkled hand out of her gown and then gently swivelled it over her face and ran it down softly over her nose, lips, neck and all of a sudden tore of the red satin gown from the collar and her pulpy breasts were exposed. Marquez threw away the cloth from the gown behind and bit the nipple on the left breast.
    ‘ Bastardo !’ cursed a woman who was standing at the door which Marquez had left open.
    Marquez recognized the voice immediately and got up from the bed in the greatest state of shock. He said bumbling ‘Eva… I thought you were p..p…performing tonight…’
    ‘I wish to talk to you… alone… outside… por favor !’ Eva said blankly, as if nothing had happened at all. Eva stepped out of the room quietly.
    The girl on the bed looked more worried than scared now and questioned with her eyes if she should stay or leave.
    ‘ Más tarde! ’ Marquez whispered into the girl’s ear as he gathered his trouser and wore it quickly. He tried to catch up with Eva who was already on her way downstairs. He took longer strides. ‘Eva, you know I love you so much!’ he tried to make up an explanation.
    ‘Shhhh…’ Eva said, ‘You don’t have to explain anything to me, dear. Just follow me quietly. We’ll talk there.’
    ‘Where?’ He enquired.
    ‘Do you trust me?’ She asked unjadedly.
    ‘Yes of course! I do, completely.’
    ‘Then don’t say anything more. Just come with me.’ She said and walked out of the door and into the street. Rain had started to drizzle down gently. The woman walked gently in her white traje de flamenco and the man followed her in the greatest confusion and a temporary guilt developed out of the shock of getting caught with a virgin by his wife.

7
     
     
    Taj Palace, Mumbai
     
    The phone inside the luxury suite rang and an impatient Miah answered it unwillingly.
    ‘Good evening Mam, there is a visitor for Mr. Abdullah at the reception, may I send her in?’ the receptionist asked politely in her sweet female voice.
    Miah held the receiver away from her mouth and turned towards Khalid and informed him ‘The pest is here!’
    Khalid nodded and Miah spoke into the receiver ‘Let her in!’
    ‘Of course mam, have a very good evening.’ She greeted and placed the receiver back on the console. She looked at Pakhi Dutta who was standing in front of the receptionist’s desk. She was dusky in complexion and her skin glowed under the chandelier’s simmering light. Her eyes were black and sharp at the edges, pitching in a very attractive face that no man could turn down. The receptionist was fair and beautiful herself, yet she felt a wave of envy run through her spine at the sight of this Bengali beauty.
    ‘You may see him now. Third room on the Fourth floor.’  The receptionist told her.
    ‘Oh Thank you very much.’ Pakhi passed a grateful smile and helped herself towards the elevator.
    Pakhi was tense, but she knew only one thing could save her when she was purchasing something at the cost of nothing, and that was her sheer confidence.
    She entered the elevator, ‘Third floor.’ She told the service boy inside the elevator who immediately pressed the needed button on the elevator’s wall. Within a minute she was out of the elevator and was heading towards the room where Khalid Abdullah was putting up that evening. The richest producer in the Indian film industry, perhaps the man with most coveted head among those in the city’s bad