How am I going to change in here, Garima thought, as she looked at the wooden washroom door which had a few gaps in it. She warily glanced at the door of the washroom and then at the man seated on the floor. She didn't trust him not to peek through the gaps if she started changing in the washroom, there was no way she could change till she could be alone in the room. Birju however, seemed to have no intention of respecting her privacy, casually trying to make conversation even as she moved around the room, trying to get her things settled. As he talked away, he seemed proud of the fact that she had an attached bathroom and toilet. It was apparently a luxury since people in Sitapur hardly believed in private spaces like toilets and bathrooms. People would either go to the village pond to take a bath or they use the backyard well, always in the open in both cases.
She sighed finally, stepping into the washroom. Even as she closed the room and stepped up to the tap, she could feel his eyes on her. For a moment, she bit her lip, wondering how it would be if she acted as if she didn't know and really did take her clothes off. It was a momentary thought, one which made her blush and shake her head. She opted wash her face and arms, washing away some of the dust from the road before coming out dressed in the same clothes as she had when she arrived. Birju groaned as he peeked through the hole, he had hoped to catch a sight of her tight body, but had to quickly scurry to his seat on the floor as he saw her coming out.
"Kuch khaane peene ko laye?" (Do you want something to eat or drink?), he asked casually. Garima nodded eagerly, hoping to get a few minutes by herself. Instead of standing up and leaving the room and giving Garima her much needed privacy, Birju simply started shouting at the top of voice, "Oey Lakkan, kaha mar gaye hai tu"(Where have you gone off to?) Before long a young man came running carrying two small glasses of tea in his hands. He looked like he was not much older than Garima. "Chai laye hai hum." (I had gone to get tea) The young man smiled and flashed his ghutka stained teeth. "Arre memsaheb toh heroine nikli." (Madam looks like a heroine) Lakkan commented as he looked at Garima and then towards the older man sitting on the floor. "Hum kal raat dekhe rahe mast film ekdum same to same."(She looks just like in the film I was watching last night). Placing the glasses of tea upon the small bedside table, Lakkan reached inside the pockets of his pants to pull out a mobile phone and showed it to Birju. "Dekho to zara chacha, same to same hai ki nahi."(Just see uncle, doesn't she look just like that)
He played a video clip and showed it to Birju, it started with a moan and then the iterative 'oh yeahs' which suggested that Lakkan was showing the man a porn clip. Garima sharply turned her head towards then as the clip started, her eyes widening in surprise. He did lower the volume within a second or two but it was more than enough for Garima to gather the facts and make an educated guess. "Humko de na yeh bulutooth karke." (Bluetooth it to me) Birju replied as he watched the video. Garima could feel her heartrate growing, cringing as she looked at the two men watching the video. Birju rubbed his thighs together as he watched the video clip, clearly trying to hide his manhood but at the same time kept on watching the porn clip.