She looks so delicious in those shorts and the crop top, her milky white skin glistening in the moonlight like an angel. Every inch of her exposed skin is asking me to touch and play with her. One look at her clothes and anyone can tell that she is asking for it. The fact that she is walking in the streets alone after nine is a perfect proof. It is my duty to give her what she wants. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she? I advance towards her slowly, moving stealthily in the shadows. I have to pounce on her and take her by surprise, just like they show in the movies.
But hey, this is not a movie! Even the most foolish person won’t come to her rescue. They all know that she wants it. She must have fantasised about this late at nights. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she? She is screaming under my weight, struggling to push me off that amazing body of hers. She is pleading for my mercy, and at the same time trying to punch me in my gut. Alas, I am far too strong for her. Moreover, I know that these protests and struggles are nothing but pretence. Girls like her enjoy it as much as we do, perhaps more, I have been told. I love giving them what they want. I feel like it’s my duty. After all, she is asking for it, isn’t she?
I look down at her shivering body, and spit on her face. There are so many girls like her in the world, always asking for it. I have to satisfy all of them. My phone in my pocket rang. I took it out and had seen my mother’s face blinking on the screen. "Hello, mom, what is it?” I asked, slightly worried.
She never calls at this time.
"Rahul, some guys... some guys molested Jia at the nightclub...” I hear her sobbing on the other side.
I feel the Earth tremble beneath my feet. How? How could someone do this to Jia, my little sister?
I sat on the back row of the partially filled courtroom. The boy standing at the defendant’s stand is probably a rich spoiled brat in his late twenties.
“Mr. Udit Kapoor, what compelled you to molest Ms. Jia Makheeja?” The public prosecutor asked.
“I didn’t do anything against her will, believe me Your Honour,” he says, looking at the judge,
“Jia... Jia was asking for it!” He shouted.
I felt the world collapse around me as a loud scream made its way out of my throat.
16th January 2013.
Today was no different from any other day. As usual, mom had a huge fight with dad. She shouted at him and dad refrained. The superman toy that dad gifted me as my birthday present was broken into pieces by mom in her rage. I had no courage to intervene in their blatant conversation. If I did, mom would either slap me or maim me like she had done the last time when dad got me a lavish beverage. Hence, I went to school with a hard smile; a sham, once again.
During the morning assembly, I was called on the stage. Principal ma’am, my teachers and all the students sang ‘Happy Birthday’ for me. I turned fourteen today but mom even forgot to wish me. My friends asked me what time I’d cut my birthday cake that evening at the party. They also wanted to know what special I brought for lunch. In reality, it was no different from most days. Mom just packed chapatis with mango pickle. She was in a hurry to go to her job. I’m often reminded how strict her boss is and at times, she would work night shifts too.
When I returned home without mentioning anything about my birthday party to my friends, I could see dad was cooking. He mentioned that mom was busy and would arrive late at night. As we ate dinner, dad mentioned how he was sorry about my birthday gift being broken in their argument.
I stayed silent as he also informed how one of his friends has seen mom on the road. Not wanting to listen to anything else, I just reached my room to sleep. I couldn’t believe that my mother cannot even remember when I was born. I don’t know why she is always angry and is restlessly working. I’m glad God gave me a wonderful dad who talks to me, gets me gifts and loves me too.
16th January 2013.
Today is Chirag’s birthday. I didn’t wish him. How could I? On the very morning of his birthday, his father ended up doing something utterly silly. A part of the amount that I saved to pay his school fees was invested by him on a useless toy. Marrying that man was the biggest mistake I have ever done in my life. Chirag has no idea that he’ll soon be out of his school. The little money that I earn turns out to become an investment to this man’s whiskey bottles.
Soon that would have to end and he wouldn’t be spared. When Chirag would understand reality and this man’s emotional blackmail of taking my son away from me will be a lie, I will punish him.
I should have struck him when he proudly mentioned offering Chirag a sip of his drink while I was working. When I punished Chirag to teach him the do’s and the don’ts he misunderstands my intentions.
God! We have no money left. That monster gambles and burns my money while buying himself an early grave. All I ever wanted was to raise Chirag in a good environment but I couldn’t even give him a good family. However, I will surely give him a good education even if I have to work double-time.
But with my growing age, I attract a few customers now. The pimp that I met today also deducted my pay because I couldn’t reach on time excluding his complaint against my looks. Yesterday, an old customer caught a glimpse of me on the road and started shouting my work name.
I just hope my problems are solved before Chirag gets to know about any of this. I wish, I stayed home on Chirag’s birthday but I had to rush to the hospital, for another abortion.
I just wish my son lives in the image I built about myself. He is too young to face the sullen realities of life. I’ll be strict with him and will never let him become someone like his monstrous father.
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