lucknow call girl
INTRODUCTION: - You all know me by many names like call girl, A woman with money, who has sex for money and to tell you the truth, she is a prostitute, this is what you call me, I work in Lucknow escort services and I am the head of Lucknow call girls, my name is Muskaan. I live in Lucknow and I am 25 years old. I divide my story in some parts.
- my mother: - I never saw my mother because she died when I was one year old. My name Muskaan was given to me by her.
- my dad: -My father is the biggest hero of my life who never let me feel the absence of my mother.
- my friend: -I have a friend who always stands by me. It is important to have a friend in life who may or may not be there for you in your happiness, but he stands alone in your bad times.
- my better half: -You know, in our life, a person comes who, despite not being our own, becomes our own, just like the person we have known since birth.
- my life: -My life was like hell after my father left. Now let's start my complete story paragraphs:- My life started like this when my mom was pregnant, the first time when I was saw my mother my father and mother did not have enough money to get my delivery done in a private hospital, so I went to a government hospital and you know the condition of government hospitals in India. When I was one year old, my mother died of cancer. She knew from the very beginning that she had cancer, and she kept fighting that pain alone. She never let Papa realize that she had cancer. Papa came to know about it when one day Papa saw blood coming out of her nose. At that time Mummy fainted, and Papa took Mummy to the hospital.In the hospital, the doctor said that they have very little time. Papa's eyes filled with tears. I was in Papa's lap. Seeing Papa, I also started crying. When Mummy regained consciousness, Papa and I met Mummy. Papa asked Mummy one thing, do you consider me a stranger, that is why you hid such a big thing from me. Mummy said crying, no ji.I know how hard you work to earn money, you work day and night and you had a dream that you want to educate Muskaan and make her a doctor, so how could I come in the middle of that dream of yours. Life is like this for us poor people, we live only to vote and fill out texts and all we get is this government hospital which has neither doctors nor medicines. We are just insects for these leaders who get only monthly ration, we are farmers, we don't want monthly ration, we want good education and good infrastructure. My mother's last words were to take care of my Muskan and she blessed me and closed her eyes forever. My father told me all this when I was 10 years old. Everyone's father is the first hero of their life because we know that if any trouble comes upon us, our real hero is our father. These days girls are saying this - one Kachori, two Samosas. How can you trust these men? Look into your father's eyes and say this. I don't say that all men are good, but don't say anything to those who are good. My father raised me single-handedly. He cooked food for me, got me ready for school, and after returning from work, he would take me for walks. My father would make me sit on the cot and take me for walks around the village. In this way, I turned 20 playing with Papa. He plays like this, when bad times come, it never ends. One day Papa did not return home. I told my neighbor uncle that my father has not come home since yesterday. We both searched for father, but he was not found. The next day the news came that he had met with an accident And he is no more in this world. Hearing this, the ground slipped from under my feet. I felt as if I too had died. I and uncle quickly went to the hospital where he was kept. I cried a lot with my head on my father's chest and lost consciousness. I regained consciousness after 10 days, by which time the villagers had performed my father's last rites. The doctors told me that the last time he remembered me was when Papa wrote my name on a paper with his blood, which a nurse gave me after Papa passed away and doll which he was bringing for me from the market . My hellish life had begun. I had to go to other people's houses and work. Sweeping and cleaning their houses, taking care of their children, it was a matter of one day in the house where I worked. There was only one owner, his wife had gone to her home and was doing household chores as usual and the owner was drinking and started looking at me with dirty eyes, I ignored him. I was working in his room when suddenly he caught hold of me and made me lie on the bed. I tried hard to push him away but his grip was very strong and he hit me a lot and he placed his hands on me, pulled off my clothes and touched me in a very bad way, he put his private part in my private part, I screamed a lot, I cursed God to him but he did not agree. He raped me for 3 days and tried to kill me. He asked me if I told anyone he would kill me. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone. Just let me go from here, I will go far away from here. He also had a gun which he had placed on me. I saved my life and ran away from there to Lucknow and started living on the footpath. They say that God sends someone or the other to help you. I met a girl who used to see me every day and used to give me something to eat every day. Her name was Pooja Yadav. We slowly became friends. One day I asked her what she does. She got scared as she suddenly started asking me all this. She said in a husky voice that I am a call girl who works for companies like Lucknow escort services and Lucknow call girls services. She also asked me if I would like to work with Lucknow elders call girls' thought it would be better to go with her than live this hellish life. The next day, she took me to a place with a sign that read "Lucknow Premium Call Girls" or "Call Girls in the House Baby." She took me upstairs and explained everything. I was sent to a client who was very rich. He treated me with great respect and even took my permission before having sex. I satisfied him completely. He would put private part in my mouth. Sometimes he would touch my private parts and put his private parts in it. After the work was done, he gave me Rs 50,000. One thing came to my mind that not all rich people are like that rapist. Slowly, slowly, my life started improving. I would go on trips with clients, sometimes to the mountains, sometimes to places where it was very cold. Where I used to live there was a boy who used to look at me every day, he was 3 years younger than me, they say that when there is love then one does not look at age, it just becomes a matter of time. Slowly I started talking to him. We would go out every day, watch movies and party. I had no idea that he was in love with me. We were just good friends. One day he proposed to me and said that you will marry me, I did not give him any answer, and I came to my room, I felt that if I told him the truth then what would he think. So I kept my distance from him, but he would meet me on the road every day and tell me what I had said and done wrong.I love you, I want to marry you, is this wrong, I said we'll meet in the park in the evening I thought I would tell him the truth today about what I do. We met in the evening, and I told him everything that I am a Lucknow call girl who has sex for money. He became calm for a while and started saying, no one, you should stop doing this now. I will keep you in mind. Tears came to my eyes and I hugged her. She said to me, honey, where will you go on the moon? Then we both got married. And I created this site with the name Lucknow Call Girl and the girls who work as call girls should get their rightful money, there should be no one to steal the money and all the girls should be happy. This is a small story of Muskaan, thank you all for reading this story, love you bye♥️
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