The main characters
• Chameli: The main character of the story, who is a victim of circumstances but struggles to regain her self-esteem.
• Zabed Iqbal: Vice President of a large race management company. A smart, smart, and funny man.
• Jamatul Sahib: Jabed's influential boss, who misuses his power to help Jabed cover up all his wrongdoings. We know him as the Imam of the Jamaat.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Fog
When neon lights lit up a corner of the city, Chameli's life was shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. In a cruel twist of fate, he had to come close to a profession that society does not see easily. That's where he met Javed Iqbal. Javed - A successful man in the corporate world, Vice President of Race Management Company.
Jabed told Chameli that his wife had been ill for a long time, and he was alone with two children. Chameli herself was caught unawares in the web of those magical words. At some point, that identity became so deep that they set aside all social barriers and began to live together separately. Chameli thought that this was a piece of light in her dark chest.
Chapter 2: The Mask
The colorful days did not last long. Suddenly, he realised the truth. She is neither the first nor the only woman in Jabed's life; for the past 10 years, Jabed has been in a parallel relationship with another lover.
Unable to accept this extreme deception, the day Chameli questioned Jabed, Jabed's true form was revealed. On the pretext of a small talk, Jabed announced the "official" end of their long-standing relationship. The cunning Javed and his shrewd family did not regard Chameli as a human being at all. The influential boss of his company, Jamatul Sahib, stood beside Jabed. In the heat of power, in the heat of money, they crush the dreams of jasmine. Even the innocent child in the womb of a jasmine is removed from the world by the force of money. In his farewell speech, a small amount of money was thrown at Chameli like a beggar - as if a relationship was worth only a few paper notes!
Chapter 3: The Prison of Memory and the Inner Fire
Although Jabed left her, Chameli's mind could not get rid of the memory. Every second, every moment was filled with horror. Sometimes the name of Jabed would come out of his mouth even if he called someone else by mistake. This intense mental agony was burning Chameli day by day.
But this cry turned into a difficult promise. Chameli realized that tears could not evoke remorse in the minds of these cunning people. Chameli will not forgive Jabed, his Batpa family and his boss, Jamatul Sahib, who have emptied the lap of a mother by misusing power. They cannot be spared either in the present or in the future.
Chapter 4: The Accounting Process
Chameli is no longer that weak girl. Now he's a living fire. He decided, in whatever way, good or bad, he would complete this account, standing in the shadow of a dominant power, like Jabed, if necessary.
The final scene of the novel imagines the heyday - the day when Jabed and his family will rise from the pinnacle of power to dust. On that day, the jasmine will throw the dirty money on their faces and say, "Take some of your money with which you wanted to buy a life and a child. Now you know what it's like to live in pain every second! " Whether Jasmine herself is there or not, she will weave a web in which the beautiful life arranged by Jabed will be shattered forever. Whichever part of the world they live in, they will have to face the punishment of this injustice and crime.
Until today, as I have shed tears every time I eat rice and mixed it with rice, I will feed you that blood-soaked rice with the whole family.
I have distanced myself from you, I will make myself so powerful that no father-in-law, no boss, no friend, no wife can stand in front of me.
You were never worthy of me and I never told you about my worthiness. You'll know what I can do in the future.
And your father has no idea how brave I am. And you came to scare me with a few people. I've listed all of them and I won't leave out any.
And I have taken care of your six lakh rupees and the day I will bring you to the middle of the road and make you a son of the street. You're sorry for every word. Maybe you'll apologize and tell me to get out of here. I will not come to be with you on that day, I will crush your turban and your flower pot in such a way that you feel ready to be on the road, you will never be lucky to get love and affection from anyone else.
Your family, your next generation will suffer the consequences of your actions forever.
Like I did. I thought both of them were good, but you called it blackmail, I'll show you that if you want to do blackmailing, this girl can take you to the street.
Count the days. I couldn't keep the promise I made to you to keep you close to get you, and you're stupid to think that. See if there is another dishonest, selfish and critical minded woman in the world today than me.
I have yet to see your form. I am not.
I'll never give you a chance. The day you see me will be the last day of your life.
If I wanted to be your friend that day, you'd be sick. Your parents, brothers, sons and daughters could have removed you from 100 feet away in front of them forever.
I never miss my target.
But I felt it necessary to let your little children grow up a little, so I left you. When I held you in my hand, Tithi was repeatedly calling with an impassioned plea while getting into the lift in front of your house. I swore that day you and Tithi would wear kafans at the same time and I would be forced to remove all the obstacles between you and me.
Your children are in trouble. I didn't want to let them down that day.
But since I lost you, I've been orphaned for the rest of my life.
After some time, you will retire from all your responsibilities. I'll come get you.
Wait for me man. I won't leave this world without giving you the love you gave me. Why should I do it alone? When I was guilty of both. You are entitled to be punished.
My request to you is that you never fall in front of my eyes before this time. Otherwise, your wife will have to get married. You just paid for the cabin. So I accepted that. But you didn't give up on me. So I said let's eat something. I'll leave you forever talking about it. But how naive I was to say that you wanted to get rid of me by giving me money. It's funny if you ever thought of me as a wife. So you don't think about it. But I wanted you to. Maybe I was the only one married. And you were my friend. I was a prostitute for your money.
You swore to the Prophet that you would never leave me, no matter what the situation was.
You could not keep any promise you made to me, but you expected me to keep your promise.
I couldn't be the kind of person who would suffer the pain of cheating all my life, forgive someone and start a new life.
Anyone I've ever loved in my life has either left me or cheated on me. I am burning in the fire of vengeance. I do not know whether the fire of hell will be greater than this. I will seek forgiveness for my sins, and then I will ask Allah to forgive me. I will make my own way in the world.
I will have no peace until I have completely destroyed you. I'll tell you who died. And I know how much torture to do, and I will fulfill the rest of your desire to see what is in my collection and apply all of that to you.
May no man after you ever play with his mind to use at least one escort as a wife. You will use the money you need. You will be the last man in the world. Titi will be proud of you.
And I will make sure that every channel, every person of the world can watch your live punishment.
And I won't spare anyone who stands behind you. They will get there punishment and somehow you will know that very day, the every single sin I did before and in the future going to happen by me is you S M Zabed Iqbal. I will be back soon after getting all of my incomplete training and preparations.
On that very day you will come to know about me. I was the bloody escort or something else beyond your imagination. Only one day meeting and you occupied my name with that bloody occupation which were never meant for me. I will reveal my truth, my real identity to you and also make you on your knees.
You can always forget everything, but I can never forget anything. I can remember the everything pieces of insults you give me in front of your family and also you should get the Oscar for your acting of love and care which was nothing but a drama to make me fool. I want justice, I want my revenge. Be prepared for your Judgment Day before death. And I'll keep your body with me until I die.
I couldn't live with you as a wife but I want to die with you and stay with you after my death. No one will separate us. We will stay inside the same grave forever.