Saturday, 22 May 2010

Chapter 8

As she woke up, she was wondering where she was. The place seemed unfamiliar. The uterus still hurt. She got ready to get up, when a dark lady, dressed in red, came to the room. She looked like a monstor, a lioness waiting to pounce on its prey, an innocent lamb.

She walked into the room, and started off. "Look what we've got here. Fresh meat huh! Let's eat some."
Deepika didn't get a word. But she got the clue. She was in a brothel, a god-damned brothel. Where was Dev? She wanted to see him immediately. She wanted to run into those loving, warm arms, and feel the comfort for years to come. This was not where she deserved to be. Was she having a nightmare? No, the stomach was hurting now, it definitely wasn't a nightmare.

As she kept thinking, the dark lady, her lips bristling, pounced upon her, and started violently kissing her. She tried to push her away and run, but she was too strong for her. There wasn't much she could do. She was being subjected to homosexuality, and she couldn't stand it. The lady slapped her, and got more violent. Her body was ravaged once again.

As her body was losing the value it once held, she looked up to the window, and saw Ramlal Choudhury and Dev laughing. The bastard had been part of all of it. Choudhury had his revenge on Shyam, after more than five years. Deepika was a pawn in his game. The moment he knew Shyam had something for her, his focus shifted to Deepika. To see Deepika distraught, and lost in life was the worst thing he could give Shyam in return. All the careful planning had worked out. His sister's son Dev, had given it an execution even god couldn't have worked out. If the planning had been the setting, Dev had been the most exquisite performance, and the pain Deepika was undergoing now was the Prestige!

It was all downhill hence for Deepika. She lived a life of drudgery, till today morning, when Ramesh slid a piece of paper saying someone was coming to save her, when she got alarmed. Unable to trust people anymore, she decided to flee, before someone else could play with her life. As she ran, and people gave chase, someone said, "Deepa, you won't regret this and knocked her down."

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