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• THE STORY WAS STARTED

I had been commissioned by the Dwarka call-girl, Leila, to ghostwrite her autobiography. She had given me details of her family background, her early years, her paramedical training, how she had got into the flesh trade, and so on, which I had recorded on audio tapes. She had also given me her diaries in which she had faithfully entered all that had taken place in private between her clients and her. I saw that her clients were really very highly placed men, and from the public pronouncements of some of them, I would never have imagined them having anything to do with call-girls. And as I read the diaries, I was indeed astonished about the kinky proclivities of VIPs with whom Leila had had liaisons. My mind went back to the Miller episode which rang the curtain down on Leila's call-girl operation. Let me tell you about it. Here is a transcript of what she had told me about the Miller episode: “Arora and I were then running a prosperous call-girl business, and it was commonly assumed that he was my husband, which is not the truth. He was more of a partner. He was unsure about the future of our call-girl business, and suggested to me that apart from the call-girl business we should invest in some profitable legitimate business activity. Our proposal for starting a business had problems, and I approached a certain Suri for help. He was a business tycoon with important political contacts, and was one of our important customers. It was he who had introduced me to the central minister, Miller, to help me solve my problems. I turned on my considerable charm with the minister, and he fell for me. I suppose you know why the minister is usually referred to as 'Miller' -- His acquisition of a flourmill had started him on his way to prosperity and into politics. 

One day, soon after my meeting with Miller, Suri told me Miller was going to Bangalore the following week where he was to address a public function, and after that he would take rest for a couple of days in nearby Nandi. Suri suggested that I keep Miller company at Nandi. I guessed that Miller had asked for me and so consented to go with him. Suri's wife had then gone abroad, and he himself went with me to Nandi where we checked into the guesthouse. The place was fairly empty since it was off-season. There Suri smuggled me into the room where Miller was lodged, and then went back to our own room on the same floor. I hope you remember that those were peaceful days and there wasn't much security around for Miller. 

Miller was a portly man, and I saw that even a little exertion made him pant. I resolved to go slow with him, but then as you surely know, lovemaking is strenuous, and it is more so when stoked by a professional like me. He had difficulty coping, and slept late. In the morning as I was standing and combing my hair at the dressing table, Miller, who got out of bed, took me in his arms. But then he suddenly moaned and fell on his bed complaining of pain in the chest. I immediately sent word to Suri to get a doctor. 

As I was giving Miller a chest massage, a well-dressed woman barged into the room saying she was Miller's sister-in-law. I lied to the woman about how a staff member of the lodge had seen Miller in pain and had come looking for Suri who was Miller's friend. I said that when Suri had gone to find a doctor, I had come to Miller's help as I was a trained nurse. I learnt that the woman had come to Bangalore from Mumbai the previous evening. She had then tried to contact Miller by phone, but had been told that he couldn't be disturbed under any circumstances! So she had come herself that morning to see him. 

She asked me, “Is that your handbag on the bedside table?” 

I said, “Yes, it is. Lucky it's been found. Suri and I had come here to meet Mr. Miller last night, and I must've forgotten the handbag.” I could see from the woman's face that my explanation hadn't fully convinced her. 

Suri then came in with a doctor who checked Miller's blood pressure. The doctor said that Miller's BP was abnormal, and advised hospitalizing him for further checks. Accordingly Miller was put into a van which drove away towards Bangalore. His sister-in-law went with Miller. Then Suri and I also left for Bangalore. 

On the way, we discussed the happenings that had occurred since our arrival at Nandi. Suri said, “Nandi hill is a resort place, and medical help isn't readily available there. It was lucky that I found that doctor, who travels around working amongst the villagers in the vicinity of the hill, staying in one of the guest rooms. It was lucky too that he had the BP kit with him. He was there on leave for a couple of days, and suspecting that someone could steal that kit from his camp, had brought it along.” 

Suri paused and added, “Let's pay a courtesy visit on Miller at the hospital, and then fall out of sight. You see, Mrs. Miller knows my wife, and if she sees us together now, there could be complications. But I don't think she's likely to arrive today itself in Bangalore.” 

He was wrong, as Mrs. Miller had already arrived in Bangalore ahead of schedule! 

When we went to the hospital, we were not allowed to visit Miller in his room without prior clearance, and so waited in the lobby. Suddenly Suri whispered to me, “That's Mrs. Miller coming with her sister,” and then he vanished. 

I saw the two women coming out from inside. Seeing me, the sister-in-law introduced me to Mrs. Miller, and Mrs. Miller who appeared to be in a hurry, merely thanked me for having helped her husband and left. I was told that Miller was under intense medical care, and that no visitors were allowed. I left the place after sending up flowers along with a get-well card that we had brought. 

Suri who was waiting for me in the car outside said, “It's lucky that Mrs. Miller didn't see me.” 

From that time onwards, I had a discreet liaison with Miller. In return, over the next 24 months, Miller favoured me in many ways, and I became very prosperous. Then came that meddlesome-bitch, Sonali, the muckraking correspondent of a news magazine. It was she who exposed an indiscretion on Miller's part, and the scandal broke. The truth about Suri and me came out. Miller had to resign his ministership, and his wife left him. Suri's wife also parted from him. How I got even with Sonali later is another story. Luckily for me, Miller had done me the favours in such a way that none could undo what he had done, and so I continue to be prosperous. He was a good man and I was very sorry when he died in that car accident within a couple of years of his quitting office.” 

~*~I now re-read the diary entries corresponding to Leila's encounter with Miller at Nandi. I realized that Leila had indeed been very innovative to keep Miller fully satisfied. The only problem I had was that if I reproduced that part of her diaries in my book, it would be considered pornographic. Luckily, I found a way out: What had happened between Leila and Miller has been classified by Vatsyayana in his Kamasutra as 'The top' and 'The swing', and I knew I could use that terminology and reference! I knew I had a tough job ahead trying to substantially censor and edit Leila's diaries concerning her other encounters. But I will do it. 

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