A Wednesday Evening

Coming back from work, as I open the door, he asks me, “What did you do today?” I ignored as usual, set some tea on the stove and went to change my clothes. My clothes are sort of good you know - all that classy and soft fabric you must have seen in the market - something of that sort. However, once I remove them, my body is quite not worth a sight. No not because, I took a gym’s quarterly membership, but went just for one day.

Tea is ready !! The colour and the essence takes me back to a time, where a cup of this costs some 7 rupees. Where there are mountains I wish to climb, there is a tree I often sit underneath, there is a cycle that is my only companion, there is a girl I love, there is a friend, today I fought for and there is a family that I care about. He again asked me, “Where are they?”

Two Sips !! The taste reminds me of a boy travelling in a bus on a chilled December night, a small room temporarily made in the midst of a veranda using aluminium planks on two sides and brick walls on the other two sides. There is a trouser, hanging in a stuffed almirah, an almirah which is too small to store his belongings, however, he kept a separate rack just for his Gods, “things happen for a reason”, he said. There are some coins in the trouser, that counted to 10, another cup of tea is what he purchased with them.

Then there are rains when he's walking on terrace, there are friends who fought for him today, there are women who love him and a family that cares for him. “What happened to them?”, this time he tried to be more genuine, as if he was really interested to know.

Cup is empty !! I shook my head, noticeably, acting to come back to reality. “I have to send today’s report to the boss”, I answered to the person in the mirror and rushed towards my laptop. “I wish, you ever send a report to yourself, of what happened to you today”, the man in the mirror was still there, adamantly refusing to accept the reality.

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The MURDER ...

It has been three years and yet sometimes it hits me, why did I do it? Was it really necessary? Although there were a lot of reasons but no reason comes close to satisfy me, its like I left some stone unturned. Only if I could go back and do it better, may be inflict more suffering in him to get a pay back of what he had done to us or may be just undo it.

I remember suddenly waking up from deep sleep and being swung onto my mothers arm, “take your litter with you” he’d say and throw us out of our own house at 4 in the morning only to shiver till the morning light came. I was too young to differentiate between the good and bad but I certainly knew something was wrong with my father. My father ,who was otherwise a revered and God fearing man in society, weirdly changed when the doors closed, it was like two people living in one. 

While growing up I saw all sorts of violence in my three bedroom Bihar household and when I say all sorts, I mean it, I saw things that I still don’t understand and are difficult to explain. I experienced getting beaten to the pulp, and lying in my blood scared of getting up or moving till he left the house.He never let us go to church he would use our bible pages to clean up dog feces, he would burn my mother’s hands with a hot knife sometimes. 

He never showed any remorse, after a long session of fight he would ask mom to get ready and look nice for guests in half and hour. It was horrifying. The greatest mystery was we never understood where his money went he contributed very little for household expenses but we never dared asking, my mother was the bread winner, yet I don’t understand why she could mutter up the courage to leave him. 

Indian wives and their cliché principles imprison them. I harbored some sort of passive aggressive, feeling towards him I didn’t outright hate him but often fantasized, burning his face with an iron when he slept, gauging his eyes out with a knife, beating his head with a cricket bat till it was smashed to pulp and what not, but none of these were possible because it would look like an obvious murder and an obvious murder would lead to a culprit. I even wondered how bad juvenile prison can be. But he wasn’t worth going to jail for and I couldn’t live with his hideous face one more day.

I saw how careless he used to be, he never checked his car before taking off in the morning. I am a good reader I always read a lot of things, once I read an article on how car breaks fail, I did the same thing on his car, with his rash driving he came right under a truck on a highway trying to engage his breaks, although I despised his very presence and I feel hypocritical writing this  but somewhere my heart broke after all I was a part of him. 

But I couldn’t let this go on, being the eldest child I felt responsible for every bad thing my mother and my siblings suffered. But did I have to do it? I didn’t come close to the satisfaction I felt when I had fantasized  killing him, I rather felt an insatiable thrust in me, I turned into a psychopath over time. Could I have done it better of should I not have done it at all? May be it is this lack of satisfaction turns killers into serial killers.

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I Love Her, She Loves Him

He is 6 ft. tall, biceps 15 inches, Handsome … Wait a minute I am not Homosexual, It’s just that the boyfriend of the girl, whom I LOVE, is good looking. I have been with her from past few months, may be a year or more. 

We had coffee together, Espresso, The dark black flavor in the crystal white cup, Low on Sugar, I kept on wondering what makes her so sweet. The calmness on her face was like that pale blue ocean, beautiful, Calm and deep in thought. “Are you free this Saturday, we have to meet the sponsors of our event …”, I asked her with great aspiration. Who the hell was worried about sponsorship, Event was eventually going to happen regardless of the fact that those sponsors give a damn or not. It was all about spending a weekend with her.

“Aaaahhhmmm, Can we keep it for Monday, I can miss certain classes, But not this weekend please, I have to go out with my boyfriend.” She said, in a very silly yet elegant tone, kind of a blushing face. Suddenly the poet inside me got vanished into the pale blue ocean and that dark black flavor looked more like a black sea and I was trying to somehow swim out of it.

Why ever in seven hells, it can’t happen that the Girl I have fallen for is single. She is the only girl who took me crazy in these 2 years of College Life. I suddenly started feeling the Sunset, The stars, The rain, But after all it’s me, So “She is Committed”. Love is not about staring at her, it is about looking at her from the corner of your eyes. It’s not about those pink lips, it’s about the mole on her pink lips. It’s never about the cost of the chocolate, it’s always about her smile. I am in love with her, But wait a minute this is not the fact the fact is that She is in Love with him.

He owns an Avenger. First time in life I seriously hated my R15 when she said, “it’s very uncomfortable to sit on this, my boyfriend has an avenger, it’s smooth and bulky.” I sometimes wonder, why girls always like “Smooth and bulky”, at least for a change it can be, “Fast & Uncomfortable”. It’s not Double Meaning, I am pretty much straight about my thoughts.

The guy has a good build up, I mean physically. I am just 1 or 2 inches taller than her, But he is around 6 inches taller than her, this “6 inch”, has always been a problem And It’s not Double Meaning, I am pretty much straight about my thoughts.

I don’t know, what should I do, how should I go for it. Whenever I try to approach her and Talk to her, “Her friends emerge as if they are the only ones, who care about her.” And when once in a week, she tries to talk to me, How can my sweet Friends digest it.

She doesn’t knows, that I love her (I wish she doesn’t). I don’t know, How it will happen, I don’t know, whether I will ever propose you or not. All I know is that, I will wait for you. Because, it rarely happens with me, that I wake up at 7AM just to pick up a girl. Your boyfriend may have an Avenger, but I enjoy when you hold me to balance yourself on my R15. I am not very dashing, like him, But I am truthful and honest. For me it’s not about your looks or your figure, it’s about the sweetness, it’s about your simplicity.

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The First Date …

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“OK! I will go out with you this Saturday, But on three conditions. First, It won’t be a 3D Horror Movie; Second, You will drop me home before 8PM; And Third, Just to clarify once again, this is just because you are a very good friend of mine and I don’t want to dishearten you, This doesn't mean that I love you or anything like that.” She said all this in a single breath on our way back from Library, while I handed over a bundle of Books to her. She didn't look at me during this entire dialogue, busy searching her favorite ‘Yellow Clip’ into her ‘Blossom Blue’ bag.

She was 4 inch shorter than me, We have been friends from past 10 years. She was a new admission in 2nd Standard, when I first saw her. She was cute, didn’t talked much, quiet, peaceful, chummy. During my entire 1 year reign as Class Monitor, I never wrote her name on the blackboard among the defaulters and after that I never got grades, that were good enough to make me class monitor.

I used to look at her, we started sharing lunch boxes, I used to give her toffees and she used to steal chalk for me from class teacher’s cupboard. Haah ! Those were the days, and during all these 10 years, I have been the famous one sided lover. She always considered me a very good friend, she used to share everything with me, we used to be together from morning till evening tuition. We celebrated many Birthdays, Friendships days, together. I gifted her almost everything that could make her happy. She was special to me Indeed, She was very special to me.

Getting back to the Present Day! I went home, very happily, with a big blushing smile. Mom evidently asked me, “Ajj Hua kya hai tujhe, Itna kHush … !! ( You seem very happy today, What Happened … !! )”. I ignored Mom. Dad, switching off his laptop, looked at me, with an elegant smile, he asked me to change and join them for lunch. 

On the table, I turned towards my father and said, “Dad! I need some cash.”;
Dad: How Much ?
Me: 1500 or 2000.
Dad: Why ??
Me: I am going out with my friends today. Movie & Pizza.
Dad: How come a movie ticket and a Pizza can bill upto 2000 !!!
Me: [ Smartly turning into a professional Beggar ] Are papa de do naa please, thoda ghumna firna bhi hai … ( Oh ! Dad please, we have some other plans as well …)
Dad: [ With a wink ] Ok bring my wallet from the bedroom after the Lunch … ;)

My Mom & Dad, Kind of always knew that I have something in my heart for that girl. She was the only one with whom they have seen me since my childhood. Every Party, Every Society Meet, Every Parents Meet, I used to accompany just her.

You Know the proudest moment for a Father is, When his son, 

“Makes his first Girlfriend [ He never expresses it, but deep inside the heart he is like, “Afterall He is My son ..” ;) ]” 

AND 

“Gets his 1st salary”

Dressed smartly, into my bests, strong perfume, I took my father’s bike and went to pick her. We watched a movie. After that we moved towards a local restaurant, One of our regular and Favorite. The interior was Dark Brown and White, I pulled out a chair for her, she looked at me with suspicion and said, “I could have done that on my own.” “Come on! I am just showing some courtesy, nothing else”, I replied.

We settled and then I called up for a Waiter. And there comes the Waiter, smartly dressed, with a similar smile he said, “Menu Sir !! I would suggest Mineral water for you sir … ”. “Errrr…. Ok", I said looking surprisingly at him. Well, shifting my attention towards her, I slid the menu towards her and asked her to order. I looked back towards the Waiter as he went back. “Is everything allright ? ”, she asked me. “Yeeaaahhh … All’s Well”, I replied with a smile.

We ate, I served her everything that could delight her. Her favorite chicken sandwich, Light Cold Coffee with chocolate sauce and ice cream. That Waiter was standing 10 Meters away from us, as he was there just for us.

Everything ended well, I took her back to her place. I parked the bike, few yards away from her home. We continued for a small walk, and at last, she hugged me, with a smile on her face said, “It was nice to spend time with you … A treat is on me, I will take you out next Saturday … ” I was filled with joy, not because she was offering me a treat but because this time she didn’t uttered her hallmark sentence, “Don’t make something else out of it, it’s Just as a friend.”

I turned around, walked a few steps while looking towards the ground. As I put my hand inside my pocket to take out the keys, I saw That Waiter, He was standing besides My bike. I ran towards Him, and hugged him with all the power that I had. I looked at him, Kissed his hands and said, “I am sorry, Please forgive me for Lying.” He took my face into his hands and said, “Hey Son! I hope I played well as a Waiter … Did I spoil Anything ?”

That Was My First Date ...

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An ‘Arranged’ Arrange Marriage …

I am a 21 year old woman, belong to Varanasi (UP). I just completed my BSc from BHU, Varanasi and my parents decided that I should get married now. I was pretty much convinced with the decision, as I had already wasted 2 years after my 12th in preparation of various medical examinations. I rejected the first two guys for some or the other reasons. The third one rejected me because he thought I was too short for him. The Fourth! was the best. He was a Software Engineer working for an MNC in Bangalore. He belonged to Allahabad and was from a very good and educated family. He was certainly very busy, So we had to video chat for our first meet. On Skype! The experience was good, We both, kind of liked each other. 

Now there comes the traditional Indian Problem, I was asked for my decision right after the Chat. Obviously! I asked for time and What I got was ‘one full night’ to decide. Ironical India! You get 8 hours to decide your future life partner, Whereas you get 2 full years just to try for an entrance exam.

My heart liked him, I listened to my heart and said Yes. Soon the trend of sweets,  well wishes, shopping started. The families discussed and our engagement was set in Allahabad, one month later. For this one month, we had regular talks, Skype, Calls, Whatsapp, we were totally into each other’s lives. On the Engagement day, I met him for the first time and damn! He was taller than his parents mentioned. And he looked like a movie star. He was smart, Handsome. It was love at first sight. Not even for a second I regretted my choice. But Mr. had to go back the same night.

Our marriage was fixed four months later. We used the time well. His calls were increasing, I just loved it. I was enjoying these days of my lives. Good Morning to Good Night, we had regular chats. I also got to know about his severe addiction to alcohol. But he promised that he will quit it after marriage. 

Suddenly in the middle of July he started avoiding me, ignoring me very badly. His phone was often switched off, he used to cut my calls, stopped replying on whatsapp. I got really much tensed. I wanted to inform his parents, but was too scared.

Then after 4-5 days, I received a text. The text was:

"Are you a Virgin?"

I was shocked, where did that came from? But, I was very scared So, I gathered my courage and replied back "Yes, but what happened? Why were you avoiding me? Has anybody told you anything about me?"

He didn’t reply that message But started picking my calls, yet never spoke wholeheartedly. I asked several times, but he always ignored. I was really depressed and worried. But then, my parents had already spent so much on this marriage, so I couldn’t say or do anything that would hurt them. Finally we got married. And he was gloomy throughout the occasion. Didn’t seemed much happy or excited. We didn’t even talked much.

I went to his place. The bed in our room was really decorated, like the one you see in movies. Flowers, Sweet Essence, Dim lights. Finally we got to bed around 12. He was still not talking. Frankly, I was shy too but I really craved for physical intimacy that particular moment. 

I asked the reason for his weird behaviour. He didn't spoke a word. Suddenly he started crying loudly. He said he had committed a severe mistake. I consoled him that we could solve it together. He asked me to promise him one thing. I was totally into my new marriage, So I agreed. But then came his other condition, He said that he will tell me everything on reaching Bangalore but before that I should not ask him anything.

We left for Bangalore after around a week. During all these days, no physical connection was shared between us. 

After reaching Bangalore he told me that he had lost huge sums of money while betting on football matches after getting drunk.  The amount was around 25 Lakhs. That was really a huge amount for both of our families to pay back. But, What he told me after that, was the most disastrous thing that I ever wondered in my life. He had bet my virginity.

He had bet my virginity against 2 lakh rupees, The same night when he asked me about the same. I was speechless, motionless and expressionless. I didn't know, How to react. He said that this guy Aamir wanted me to sleep with him and lose my virginity to him. I was devastated.

My mind was totally blank, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go back home and I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream. But then, family, my sister, everything came to my mind. 

But, sleep with a stranger, because my fiancé thought he owns me? NO.

I was completely broken. My first day in Bangalore gave me the worst news of my life. I just cried and slept. Someone came in at the evening. Two people. I was under my blanket. Suddenly I felt someone entering. Then a guy put in his hands in my blanket. I shouted aloud. They got a bit scared, those people were having an argument with my husband. They finally left after 20 minutes. I was still in a state of shock, Locked myself into the room. I never let my so called “husband” in. 

I called up my parents informed them everything. They contacted one of our relatives in Chennai, they came the next morning, picked me up and took me back to Varanasi. We have  filed a police complaint, formally filed for a divorce.

My father spent almost 70 percent of his savings on my marriage. Now, lawyer fees and other expenses. What wrong had I done?

I will be considered as some 'witch' now. Why? People and the police say that I am doing this for his salary. Would I risk the respect of my parents, my sister’s marriage and my entire life for a software engineer's half salary?

-- Based On A True Story

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When My Girlfriend got Married ... !

Yes, Love is all about what you "give" and not "what you ask for".

Two Years before, when we met for the first time. It was the December winter. That dark night, you were standing across that road, waiting for the bus, shivering, breathing heavily and in your mind playing a game with your “foggy breath”, like an 8 year old kid. 

The journey started when we were sitting “together” on a double sitter seat, despite of the fact that the whole bus was empty.

From all those nights to this very night, when you are standing there, with someone else, smiling, promising to be his for the whole life. It’s the same situation. A dark December winter, you are standing across the stage, smiling on the photographers and in your mind, playing a game with those gloomy lights, just like an 8 year old kid.

We saw many days together, we have seen many nights together. We have seen those falling stars, we have seen sunlights together. Days before you were into my arms saying, “I want to melt.” And Today you are there, Yes Right There into those stiff Glossy Colours, Smiling !

And that’s me, right over there, in that dark sky, among those Stars, Ready to fall on your next wish ... :)


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The 13 Year old Girl with a Red Lipstick ... !!!

“The intensity of life” is the most variable function in this world. It varies greatly from being a farmer to being a businessman, from being a politician to being an actor, from being a son to being a husband and from being a sister to being a prostitute. You change the frame, change the perception, and in a go, your take on life changes. Once I met a 13 year old girl wearing a blood red colored lipstick, and things changed after that night.

I, 26 year old, soon to be married Aeronautical Engineer, was travelling from Delhi to Agra by road. It was a cloudy night of August. I like to travel at night, One, it saves the day for other important works, Two, there's very less traffic, Three and the most important, it's Quiet. I recently bought a Hyundai i20 (On Loan), and was very happy to show it to my fiance. She was an Assistant Professor of Economics at a private university of Agra.

With Light Music, I was driving at around 80Km/Hr, When suddenly I saw this Girl. She was waving her hand, as if she is asking for a lift. I slowed down my car, shifted it a bit on the road side, just to have a close look at her (with no intention to stop by).

She was around 4'9" ft tall, with a far view I could guess may be a 16 year old teenager. When went closer I observed she was very well dressed, wearing a Red colored T-shirt and a Black mini skirt, high black heels and a Red Lipstick, although she tried her best to hide it, but that innocence was evident. To fool my mind, I framed a possible story, "She is a teenage girl. Somehow got separated from her parents, or maybe some other natural or unnatural tragedy, I should show some humanity and stop to help her."

I stopped my car adjacent to her, lowered the window pane, she came into the frame and spoke in a nervous voice, "Can you please drop me to the next bus stand, I have lost my way."

To confirm the authenticity, I asked some basic questions, and she replied all in a go, "Ahhmmm, I was coming from Ambala, heading towards Agra, Lost my way. AAAhhh, my father is a government officer in the revenue department." Although, the story didn't seem authentic enough, still I don't know what made me Open The Doors For Her.

She was sitting with her legs close to each other, and her hands in her lap. Well, while driving I had a closer view at her. She was wearing too much make up, I mean all that white and the cherry red stuff. The smell of her mustard based cream filled my car, and her deodorant, My god ! Was she trying to faint me. Suddenly, her mini skirt, seemed too much "mini", and her high heels seemed to much "fancy" & "high", her T-shirt, oops, it has got an unnaturally wider neck.

I started the conversation, "In which class do you study?", she looked at me with those confused eyes and said, "I don't go to school". My immediate counter, "WHY ?"

She kind of tried to make it up and said, "Well I attend dummy school." "What's your name ?", I asked, with a much obvious concern. "Shrishti Saxena", a comfortable, confident voice answered.

Me: How old are you shrishti ?
Shrishti: 13 ...

She kind of left me numb, Does she looks like a "13 year old ?", I asked myself a 100 times within a second.

I was driving with an average pressure on the accelerator, we have already driven around 20 Kms. Then she suddenly came close to me, putting her left hand on the inner side of my thigh, her right hand behind my neck she tried to approach to my ear, I kind of left the steering, strongly pushed her back , applied brakes and the car stopped at it's best possible torque.

Her back hit the door on her side, I yelled at her, "What The hell is wrong with you ? What are you upto ?" In a very frightened voice she said, "I will do whatever you desire. Will satisfy you for sure at just Rs. 2000. Please give me a chance. !!"

I was shocked, and was looking at her with utter confusion, as what to do. My mind was telling me to throw her out of the car, right now, but certainly I didn't do it.

I switched on the lights of my car and had a close look at her, she was just a 13 year old girl. Her make up was of very cheap quality, yet very heavy and glossy. Her Red lipstick was uneven, as if applied in a hurry, there were some scars on her hands, seemed like they were burnt by something finely rounded, probably a cigarette. There were also some marks on her legs, as if some skin has been pulled out from there, some fine, straight marks.

I asked her in a firm yet commanding voice, "Get out of my car, now !". She started pleading to me, "Please don't do this, Please I beg you!! I can do everything, whatever you want, I have learnt everything, and I am fine, I am perfectly NEW, please give me a chance, we can do it right here, right inside this car, I won't tell anyone, I promise you, at Just Rs. 2000."

I didn't have the courage to look into her gloomy, swelled and lost eyes even for a second more. I closed my eyes, looked down and said in a much softer voice, "Please for god's sake, step out of my car .. !! Or I will call the police ... "

She again came closer, trying to put her right hand on my chest. I jerked off her hand, trying to stay away from her, as if it's something untouchable. She started crying, pleading tp me with folded hands, "Please give me a chance, we can do it, Do I seem too young, well trust me I am not, I am good at it, I will make this night memorable for you ..." I stopped her in between and slapped her hard, "Shut UP, you bitch, don't you feel ashamed ... What the hell is wrong with you, just look at yourself."

She started crying louder, well by louder I didn't mean the voice, rather the tears, she was silent as if she has already yelled a lot. While looking downwards, she again pleaded to me, "Please agree to it, or they won't give me food, they will beat me, I haven't eaten anything from past 2 days, PLEASE .... Ohkay, you give me just Rs. 1000 , I will do whatever you desire at just Rs. 1000"

I looked deep into her eyes, came a bit closer and said, "WHO ? " She got scared, tried to cover it up and said, "Nothing, No one, I didn't said anything .. No one .. " I asked in a more stiff and angry voice, "Who are they ? You are talking about whom?" She replied, "NO NO please don't do this, please, I didn't told you anything .. Please ... Ohkay I am leaving, I have to go ..." and she tried to open the door ..

I held her hand, pulled her back to the seat, went closer to her, held her from her shoulders, looked into her eyes and asked, "Tell me everything, who are they ... And why are you doing this .. ? Where are your parents ...?"

She hugged me tightly, wrapped her arms around me started crying as loud as she could. As if she needed this hug since years, As if she needed a shoulder to cry, since years. I could hear, her breath, I could feel those heartbeats, I could feel that pain. I asked her again, “Don’t worry, Calm Down, Please Tell me everything, What’s wrong, I will help you … Please Tell me. You are safe now, I promise you.”

She started in a low, stammering voice, “I lived with my parents in a city long ago, I was 5 years old then, I don’t remember the name of the city, neither I properly remember my parents, How did they looked like. We were very poor, I had 4 other siblings, one brother and 3 more sisters. We were very poor. An uncle used to come to my house, regularly, He use to give us chocolates, he was very rich. Once, my father told me to go out with this uncle to have ice cream, in his car. I saw my father pleading to him, and after that he gave my father a packet. My father touched his feet, and after that day I never returned home. 

This uncle, he again gave me to a woman, and that woman gave him some money. I saw bundles of notes. That woman gave me food, she gave me different clothes. There were other girls too. Few of my age, and few were older. 

I cried a lot, left food for many days, I yelled that I want to go back to my parents. Then she started beating me, she stopped giving me food, and used to beat me everyday, from morning to evening. Until I started working. Initially my job has been just to wash clothes, and utensils and do the cleaning. Then after a few years, my clothes suddenly changed, they gave me short clothes, they started sending me into rooms, I heard, painful voices from those rooms, other older girls used to cry a lot, and the much older ones they used to laugh at me.  

Then one day an old man came, he looked at me, and then spoke to that woman for a while, after that I was forcefully sent into his car. He took me to his home. I was a bit relieved there. At least there were few friendly people. I used to play with his son. But his wife, she used to shout at me, always. She even slapped me many times. She used to beat me and then put me in a dark store room, till I pleaded sorry a hundred times. 

Another day when I was crying in the store room, there was nobody home, then this old man came to me, he took me to the room, and told me to sit on the sofa, then offered me juice. He sat near me, and was rubbing my shoulders. He was telling me not to worry, everything will be alright soon. Then he took his hand downward and put it inside my Frock. I stood up in shock, he told me to stay quiet and stand still, I tried to run away, He held me by my hair, slapped me and thrashed me to the ground. Then he came over me, and after some time, I had the most ugly and painful moment of my life. I wanted to scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand, I closed my eyes and I don’t know when did I fall asleep, rather fainted.  

When I woke up my frock was covered with blood and there was some blood on the floor too. I got frightened, I changed my frock, and cleaned up the floor in hurry. After that when madam came to the house, I told her about it, But she beat me again, rather she almost wanted to kill me. The same incident happened many times. 

One day, another man came to his house, and I was again sent with him, I tried to oppose, but it was all useless. In a closed truck, I was taken to some other place, we travelled for around 3 days. Then they kept me in a house. It was a huge house, with too many people in it. There were many girls, many old aunties. 

One day I was sent to a room, there was an old man sitting there. The moment I entered, he switched off the lights. He held my arm and pushed me on the bed. I tried to run away and scream, he inserted a cloth into my mouth, and got up on my back. And I felt the same agony and pain. He didn’t care about my tears, He continued doing all that for hours, I don’t know when he got off me, and few others came, after some time I became unconscious. 

When I woke up, I was at another unknown place, the old man who inserted cloth into my mouth, he was there. He gave me food, and after that he left. Then 2 other men came into that dark room, They again undressed me, one came over me, and he did all that again. This time it was more painful, and they used me like a rubber doll, however they wanted to. 

This continued for many months, they taught me many filthy things, all that they use to do on me. And now they threaten me everyday, to do it with strangers and get them money, or they won’t give me food and kill me.”

My eyes were full of tears after listening to all this, I didn’t know what do ? What should I say to her ? From there onwards I drove my car and stopped at a dhaba on the highway. I bought food for her and gave her some tea. Meanwhile I spoke to my fiancé and told her everything, explained the story in brief.

Then I looked into her eyes and asked that girl, would you come with me, to my home. I don’t have a sister, will you be my sister. I promise you, no one will ever dare to hurt you, ever. You will live with me, my wife and my family.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t felt like calling the police, I didn’t felt like doing anything legal. As, if it was all waste. I just took that girl with me.

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