“But do you like this profession from your heart? Don’t you feel humiliated by loosing your chastity which is our sole precious thing…..specially in the orthodox Bengali society? ” Swastika threw the most inevitable query to the talented actress.
“You’re quite aware about our relation with the rich producers and directors….which surely is a mandatory part of the show-business profession. And it’s the secret-truth to all the film-industries, whether it is in Bengali, Tamil or Hindi. So we’ve already lost our so-called chastity when we first came in the Film-industry,” Konkona disclosed her perception about the chastity of film-heroines.
“Same to me. I think, being the leading part of our show-business profession, we must have to entertain our fans and well-wishers to some extent. Only for their excessive craze and fascination for us, we become the celebrity figure in our society….and with this image, we earn huze amount of money with ease and also get the boundless honour. So we’ve also the liability to fulfill some of their desires, which they crave…and only through this way, we can do that,” Gargi said supporting her views of joining in The Tolly Queen Welfare Society.
“Absolutely correct…so, today is your first. Go ahead and have a nice time with your client. My client, a South-Indian businesses-man is about to come,” with a hearty smile Konkona wished Gargi to be successful in her debut callgirlship.
“OK….thanks you too,” wishing her Gargi proceeded to find out her customer Jamal Khan. Yes….guys like Jamal just sped the things up.
With a final glance at Konkona Sen Sharma, she picked up her purse and walked, much more sexily this time, into the lobby of the hotel. She picked up the phone from the reception table, and asked for Mr. Jamal’s room. The receptionist, a beautiful TV serial actress, connected her with Jamal’s room.
“Hello?”
“Hello, you Mr. Jamal Khan? My name is Gargi….I mean Gargi Roychowdhury. ‘The Great Tolly Queen Welfare Society’ has sent me over to visit you this evening,” she purred into the phone.
The attractive TV-serial actress of “Rani Rashmoni” Ditipriya Chakraborty was just two feet away from her, opposite to the reception table, glanced up quickly, then smiled mischievously. Ditipriya clearly have heard what she said. Gargi thought that the TV-serial actress recognised her surely and also realised her purpose with Jamal Khan….hearing the sexy murmur. Either way……Gargi blushed.
“Hi! I’m in room 555. Please come on up, Gargidevi.”
After a short elevator trip, Gargi found herself knocking on the door of room 555. She saw the peephole darken for a second, then the door opened. Jamal, as it happened to be, was in his early twenties, a tall guy, small curly hairs on top. He really was a handsome guy and looked even more younger than his actual twenty-one yrs old age. He wore a hotel bathrobe.
He invited her inside, and kissed her cheek. “You’re prettier and much more attractive than your pictures and films.You may know from Swastikadevi that I’m a blind fan of you. Although I’m not familiar with Bengali language, I’ve collected all your films and watched each more than three or four times, ” he said with a beaming smile.