A Time to Paint chapter 1: The DEAL

 

“So finally, how much you want?” asked the man with the golden watch around his left wrist “and by when?”

“250 crore excluding your commission” she said with the same strong expression in her eyes with which she has been killing her clients. “And of course as I told you before, by tomorrow evening”

“I am sorry madam but I still think you are asking for too much and that too in such a short time, its impossible.”

“Both of us know what I am asking for is much less than the value. And as far as time is concerned, that is why you are here, Chand Babu. Isn’t it your task to make it possible? That is why you are being paid.”

 “But…”

“So it is final now” she said in a strong voice with authority, standing up from the low stool she had been sitting on. This was when Chand noticed her face on which now fell the light of the moon outside, coming through a window placed high in the opposite wall ( brothels, usually don’t have low windows)

“But………still…..only one day………….Two hundred cro………not a small sum…..”

“Yes one day……and be grateful for that Chand babu. Now I think you must get to work Chand babu, you have a big deal to crack.” And she left without another word.

“Hmhhhh… considers herself smart” he said in an undertone.

Well 250 crore is not a problem the problem is, why is she selling all and why she is in such a hurry? Anyways 250 for a property of 1200 is not a bad deal

“So finally, how much you want?” asked the man with the golden watch around his left wrist “and by when?”

“250 crore excluding your commission” she said with the same strong expression in her eyes with which she has been killing her clients. “And of course as I told you before, by tomorrow evening”

“I am sorry madam but I still think you are asking for too much and that too in such a short time, its impossible.”

“Both of us know what I am asking for is much less than the value. And as far as time is concerned, that is why you are here, Chand Babu. Isn’t it your task to make it possible? That is why you are being paid.”

 “But…”

“So it is final now” she said in a strong voice with authority, standing up from the low stool she had been sitting on. This was when Chand noticed her face on which now fell the light of the moon outside, coming through a window placed high in the opposite wall ( brothels, usually don’t have low windows)

“But………still…..only one day………….Two hundred cro………not a small sum…..”

“Yes one day……and be grateful for that Chand babu. Now I think you must get to work Chand babu, you have a big deal to crack.” And she left without another word.

“Hmhhhh… considers herself smart” he said in an undertone.

Well 250 crore is not a problem the problem is, why is she selling all and why she is in such a hurry? Anyways 250 for a property of 1200 is not a bad deal

A Time to Paint: prologue

A widow and a courtesan…..How the two words came together?Sitting amidst the revelry she recalls that the words were not always together.And it was worse than this when they were not . She is beautiul, she is wealthy and powerful, beyond the limit people cant even imagine. She owns nearly half the Gadua, the colony of lights, love & amarketplace of beauties. But she still sells or say, she has chosen to. The drop that trickles down her cheek , speaks she has oceans in her hearts . She still remembers her first client, her first night. She remembered all this for so long but it never set off the seas of her eyes free, but today there was a letter & she can’t bear the pain. Yes she is alive, and she feels the pain. She always let life decide her fate,paint her destiny;but today she has taken the brush in her hand.She wants to change her destiny , it doesnt matter she can, or not. Today she has taken a decision…………………………………