3. Job In A Nightclub

RAJVEER

The moment I entered the warehouse, my eyes fell on that kid named Diya. I noticed that she was looking at me, or I should say staring at me. Her stare was kind of creepy, but somehow I didn't feel uncomfortable. I just felt something different. A feeling that I have never felt before, not even when I saw Leena ever in my life.

I turned towards Ahmed to know the reason why he had called me here. I know it was something related to money, and I have told my men to ask me for decisions about money, no matter how trivial the matter is, I should be informed. But before that, I needed to scold him as my family is mourning my dead wife and I should have been with them.

"What happened Ahmed? Why did you call me urgently? Have you forgotten the fact that my family is grieving and I am in no mood to work for thirteen days," I said in a firm voice so that I looked devastated after my wife's death.

"Sorry, but who died?"

The next moment, I heard that girl's voice asking who died. And I felt rage at her tone, like how can she be so casual while asking about anyone's death? I looked at her, and her expressions and actions signified that she regretted her words.

Before I could say anything, her brother interrupted and I schooled her brother as well. How much knowledgeable can a 20-year-old guy be?

I informed them about my wife's death and turned towards Ahmed and asked him about the matter.

Ahmed informed me that this guy named Daksh needs money so that he can afford the fees of his sister for her higher studies. And then, he informed me about Daksh's condition and how Daksh helps in our business.

As Ahmed was telling me all this, I could feel that the girl hasn't shifted her gaze from me even by a second. I sometimes looked at her, and although she looked ordinary but beautiful. Long wavy hairs resting at her waist, a fair skin color, soft skin, brown eyes, innocent face, and a slightly chubby body. Her simple clothes enhanced her innocence and her chubby form. She looked like a bubble of happiness and I shouldn't lie, but I felt relieved for a few moments when I saw her. It felt like she calmed all the chaos going inside my head.

Ahmed told me how much that girl needed money, but I had one ideology in my mind. That was, never give anyone money for free. There is no need for charity when a person is able. When a person has two limbs, two legs, and a properly working brain, he or she doesn't need any charity. That person should buckle up, and start earning on his/her own, no matter how little the amount is.

And that's why I offered the girl a job in a nightclub.

"A night...nightclub?" She stammered when she heard my words.

"Yes, you will be in your college during the day, so you should work at night. From 8:00 pm to 12:00 am. Don't worry, Ahmed would take care of your safety and will drop you home at night," I told her.

"But, but, girls working at night isn't respectable in the society. Can't you provide some other job?" Her brother, Daksh asked me.

"Then you decide, she will work and she will study. And as soon as, you're earning money, fulfilling your needs, and stepping towards your dreams. What's respectable in society and what's not, shouldn't be thought about. Respect from the society can go and drown itself in a pool of mud," I answered firmly.

"But, we're social beings, we do have to care about society," she spoke in her innocent tone.

"Kid, bookish words don't make sense every time," I chuckled.

Everyone went silent and the brother-sister duo was staring at me with eyes full of confusion. They couldn't understand what to say and how to say it.

And this frustrated me, I rolled my eyes.

"I don't have the entire day. Answer me, if you want me to sponsor Diya's education, she has to do the job I am providing her and earn that money. Or else, you guys can leave," I announced.

"I will do it."

DIYA

"I will do it," I announced before Bhaiya or anyone else could say anything.

Bhaiya has done much more than enough for me, he took care of me when maa couldn't just because she had to work as a housemaid to pay our bills and feed us. Maa works so much so that we can survive. So, I have to step up and do it. 

It's just a matter of three years, it will pass, and when I will be done with my graduation, I will have a respectable job, and then, I can take care of my family. So yes, I am ready to work in a nightclub.

"Fine then. Ahmed will tell you the address of his nightclub. Be there today by 7:00 pm so that he can explain your work and you can start from 8:00 pm," he informed me and I quietly nodded.

Mr. Raichand intimidated me. His voice had such an impact that no one else could defy him. His voice was cold and firm like he was very clear about what he wanted in his life and what he has to do. He sounded like a man, who didn't have a heart, he was a cold and ruthless man.

But maybe, every rich man is like that, maybe that's why they are rich.

I looked at him, till he walked away from the warehouse, and then I could hear his car igniting and moving away from the place. 

Ahmed uncle then turned towards me and informed me of the address that I took note of. I noticed bhaiya's annoyed expression and understood that he was frustrated when I agreed to Mr. Raichand's orders.

After taking a note of the address, we walked away from there.

"What was the need for agreeing to it? Why would you work in a night shift, that too in a nightclub? Was there a need?" His tone was completely frustrated as we walked through the meat market.

"Bhaiya, there was a need. It's just three years, and then, when I will be graduated, I will have a respectable job, I will earn enough and we all be a happy family. If I have to face hardships, it's for our good future. You do a lot for the family, maa does a lot, it's my time now," I resonated.

"But a nightclub? Are you unaware of how a nightclub works? What if something happens to you?" Bhaiya shouted at me.

I know he was concerned about me.

"I trust them, bhaiya. I trust the man who is sponsoring my education," I told Bhaiya, even though I was scared to the core thinking about my work at the nightclub.

"Do you know the people you're trusting? What kind of work do they do?" Bhaiya argued.

I looked at bhaiya with confusion in my eyes. I knew Mr. Raichand is the owner of Raichand textiles, but his voice sounded different.

"Rajveer Raichand is one of the strongest mafias of East India region. And do you have any idea about what mafia means? Illegal business, drugs, weapons, killing people, escort services, and prostitution, all of these things are a cakewalk to them," he informed me.

I was immediately scared about what Bhaiya said. The fact that Rajveer Raichand is a mafia shook me to the core and I could sense my feet wobbling as I struggled to digest the truth. I felt goosebumps all over my body and could sense my heart beating rapidly. My eyes were teary and I felt like losing my senses. 

What if I go to work there and something happens to me? What will I do then? What will I say to maa, baba and Bhaiya? Will I make it alive?

We reached home, and I was immersed in my thoughts about the work I was appointed to. I was scared about my life, but I wanted to pursue my education so badly. What should I choose? Is losing my life worth for my education? But what kind of life would I lead if I am not educated?

I was so immersed in my thoughts when I saw the clock hit 5:00 pm. I looked at the address Ahmed uncle gave me, and it would take more than an hour to reach there. I have to make a decision. A quick decision or else, I would lose everything.

I took a deep breath and got up from my seat. I walked towards my pile of clothes and picked up an outfit to wear. I will be doing this job, and fulfilling my dream to get graduated

I got ready and walked out of the house. Luckily maa didn't arrive home till now and Bhaiya was in the house so that he can take care of baba. I walked out of the house, while Bhaiya was there, completely frustrated and unwilling to support me in my decision. But, I have made up my mind.

It took me almost one and a half hours to reach the nightclub. I looked around the place, it was quiet and the area was a posh one. It made me more nervous. I couldn't figure out what to do and stood in a place while nervously looking around the place.

And then, I spotted Ahmed uncle at a slight distance. Maybe he was waiting for me. I immediately rushed to him.

"Hello uncle," I greeted him.

"Oh, you're here," he chirped, "come in. I will explain everything to you."

I nodded and walked behind him as we got in.

We were at the inventory of the club. I was standing there, looking around the place, while Ahmed uncle was taking something out from the lockers.

Within five minutes, he brought a pair of clothes to me.

"Have this, this will be your uniform," he told me.

"Uniform?" I looked at him with a confusing look.

"Yes," he nodded.

I couldn't understand a thing. Uniform for what? What do they want me to do?

"You will be working as a waitress, who will serve the people in the restaurant on the first floor. There you won't get crazy drunk people, so you don't have to worry," Ahmed uncle informed me.

And God! The relief I felt after listening to that. I won't have to participate in shady things or work as a dancer. I will be a waitress who would serve the less drunk people in the restaurant. It made me feel happy and then, I carefully listened to Ahmed uncle when he explained everything to me.

After an hour, when Ahmed uncle taught me everything, he told me to pick up the empty dishes from the guest's table. He asked me to focus on that, and learn for a couple of months so after that I can serve people as well. I agreed to it, and now, I was excited about my work.

I changed my clothes into the uniform I was given, and because I was a bit chubbier, the uniform was tight. I felt a bit uncomfortable, but I was getting late, so I walked out of the changing room.

The moment I walked out, there were three girls at that place, maybe they were waitresses as well. They looked at me, and the next moment, they started laughing.