"What the fuck are you doing here?" Zeenat opened the door with a frowned face, "don't you have anything else to do?"
"Like what?" Feroz asked and entered her luxurious apartment in Versova.
"Like running the company, maybe," Zeenat smirked, "but probably, you are too busy with fucking girls. That's all you have done since you hit puberty."
"Zeenat, calm down and sit."
"Don't tell me what do to." She opened her purse and took out a packet of cigarettes, "you know, I knew you would come here and ask me to go to Raosaheb."
"It doesn't make me happy, Zeenat," Feroz's said with guilt.
"I really don't know what makes you happy. You're a self-loving piece of shit," she lit a cigarette. Feroz didn't know how to respond to that. He was staring at the floor. He surely had come there to convince his half-sister to spend a night with the biggest politician in town. If she wouldn't do that, the entire F company was in danger.
"Why do you hate me so much?" Feroz asked genuinely. He always liked Zeenat. They used to have such a nice bond when they were young. But he didn't know what happened along the way.
"Really? Do you want me to tell you?" Zeenat looked surprised.
"Yes, please tell me. I love you my dear sister, and I want us to be close again. What did I do to make you so angry towards me?"
"You know, we were very close once." Zeenat took a drag, "All I wanted is to be with you, to hang out with you, to tell you everything. You were my hero. And all I got was neglect."
"That's not true."
"Come on bhaiyya!" Zeenat mocked Feroz, "You never praised me, never cared to give a compliment to me. I used to dress up for you, never cut my hair short because you liked long hair."
"It was not like that."
"It was always like that. You were more interested in my friends. Don't you remember poor sweet Rasheeda? My best friend. You fucked her on her 18th birthday. And the very next day you fucked her mother too. She was devastated after that."
"I didn't do it intentionally," Feroz said, but with a clear guilty tone.
"Really? I didn't know her mother had raped you." Zeenat said in a mocking tone.
"Na...not like that... I mean..." Feroz didn't know how to defend himself.
"And then there was Heena. She was my arch rival in college. And what did you do? You took her on a romantic date and for the next couple of months, you fucked her day and night. She boasted that right in front of all the people in my college to mock me," Zeenat would go on, "Remember my college principal? Paula madam. She had dared to suspend me for drinking beer in the classroom. I had asked you to come and talk to her. Instead of threatening her and revoking my suspension, all you could do was fuck her in her cabin and she didn't even revoke the suspension." Zeenat angrily stubbed the cigarette butt in an ashtray. Feroz didn't utter a word. He surely was guilty of treating women like objects of pleasure.
"You know bhaiyya, you kept fucking all the women of the world. But the girl who loved you, who literally worshipped you was consistently ignored. You made her feel less, made fun of her in front of other people. At times you used her to get other women, never showed any love to her."
"No...that's not true..." Feroz said, but very unconvincingly.
"You yourself don't believe those words." Zeenat wiped her tears, "What did that girl do? She decided to make the world look at her. She decided to become an actress. She decided that she'll earn her brother's love and respect once she becomes a star."
"Zeenat I love you..." Feroz said but Zeenat wasn't listening to him anymore,
"Instead of earning that love and respect, today the brother has come to pimp his sister to a politician." Zeenat was weeping now, "that looks like the last nail in the coffin. How can Raosaheb's whore be ever loved by her brother who has a long history of ignoring her?"
"Zeenat please stop..." Feroz begged. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He was unaware of the love Zeenat had for her. Unintentionally he had ignored his younger half-sister. Once they were one unit, but then after a point, he went ahead pursuing other pleasures, clearly ignoring his sister. Leaving her longing for him, and hurt.
"Okay Bhaiyya, I'll stop." Zeenat wiped her tears, "I understand that Raosaheb won't let the shooting resume until I fuck him. So be it. The film is far more important for the F company than my honour."
"Zeenat..."
"Don't say anything. Let's go. Get done with it." She stood up and brushed her silky beautiful hair. Put on a quick make-up. Feroz was dumbfounded. He wanted to say something, he wanted to hug Zeenat, comfort her and tell her that he loves her. But all he could do is nothing. He knew Zeenat wouldn't have let him hug her. She would have hated him patronizing her. Also, he knew that right now taking her to Raosaheb was far more important for the existence of the entire F Company and his family. She followed him in his car and the car took off towards Raosaheb's special villa in Bandra.
"Welcome, welcome!" Raosaheb said in a cheerful mood as Feroz and his half-sister entered the villa.
"As promised, I have brought the heroine of the film," Feroz said with guilt.
"Feroz, I'm happy that you decided to honour our agreement. But..."
"But? What Raosaheb?"
"We had to do a few things to make you bend the knee. And it has a cost."
