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backwards.  "Sell me?" I whispered.  "To the highest bidder?  I…  My…"  I didn't know what to say.  "I can't leave?"
    Again the sadness passed over Manu's face and he tried to hide it.  "Not easily, no.  But, that's what I've been trying to explain to you!  You won't want to leave, Gita!  Your life here will be Heaven on Earth!  I promise you this!"
    I glared angrily at Manu.  "Oh yes, Heaven," I growled.  "Like your life here?  Where you bring women to orgasm with no satisfaction of your own?  Where you live your life among women.  No, among WHORES because your parents made sure you could never do anything about your urges?"
    Manu looked stung, as though I struck him.  "I have no urges, Gita," he said softly.  "Having this done to me at such a young age, I was spared all that confusion."
    Against my control, I released a peel of wicked laughter.  "Spared?"  I seethed.  I shook my head.  "Given what you just made me feel, Manu Gadhavi, back there in that room…  I can tell you, it's very sad that you see it that way."
    I turned and stalked angrily away.
    ***
    Another week passed by in much the same way.  Endless primping.  Exercising.  Hostile stares and hushed voices.  Then, one afternoon, I saw a new girl at lunch with Padma.  She had the same wide eyed, frightened look about her that I'd had on my first day.  I'd never seen anyone like her.  She was petite with toned, wispy limbs.  Her black hair hung perfectly straight down her back and glistened in the dim lighting.  Even without any styling or adornment, her hair was a striking frame for her delicate face.  Her black eyes were made up with smoky brown makeup and she had expressive arched eyebrows.  Pouty, full pale pink lips moved as she whispered to Padma and I saw she had sparkling white, perfectly straight teeth.  My breath caught in my throat as I watched her.  I caught glimpses of her throughout the day, but never got a chance to speak to her.
    Early that evening, Manu came to gather us.  He informed us we were being taken into the main house for a party.  Despite my mounting disgust toward the harem and Shekhar Kulkarni, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement.  I was glad to be getting out of the harem, even if just for a little while.  And though I had my mind set to hate Shekhar, I was curious to meet him, and to learn what he was like.
    When I entered the banquet room where the party was to be held, I gasped.  It was the most elaborately decorated room I'd ever been in with golden wall paper and trim, live plants, and a feast set up that was fit for a king.  We were told immediately to eat sparingly and not to overindulge in the fattening foods.  A band was set up in a corner playing lively music and some of the harem girls were already there, laughing and dancing.
    I looked around the room surprised to see the only "party goers" were the same people I saw day in and day out.  There were no people from the outside, and I didn't see any trace of Shekhar Kulkarni.  I could barely refrain from rolling my eyes.  Some party.
    But I did catch sight of the new girl, quietly perched on a cushion by a tall, open window.  I was surprised to see that even for the party, she was still not heavily decorated, nor had she been given an elaborate hair style like the rest of us.  Her beauty was so apparent, even the harem artists had elected not to trifle with it.  Mustering up my nerve, I walked to where she sat and took a seat next to her on the cushion.
    "Hello," I said, smiling warmly.
    The girl looked at me nervously, but also gave me an inviting smile.  She looked grateful that I was speaking to her.  "Hello," she said demurely.
    "I am Gita Sonal Mullur." I informed.  "And what is your name?"
    "My name is Kishori Bala Joshi," she replied.
    "It's very nice to meet you, Kishori," I told her.
    Kishori and I settled into an easy and immediate rapport with each other.  We sat together sipping Hadia, and my head