Years passed and soon she bought a small apartment in a decent neighbourhood. After 6 years of being a prostitute and a slave to anyone who can pay for any kind of work, She finally stopped being a prostitute. Gaining back some self respect she wanted a respectful life now. After years of being exploited she wanted to live a life where she's not a whore to anyone.
’Par Savita galat kaam ke aage jhukne wali nahi hai. Uske naram haath kaanpte hain, lekin irada pakka rehta hai. Ek jhatke mein, apni maa ki cheekh ko nazarandaaz karte hue, woh uthti hai aur emergency chain kheenchti hai. Train cheekhti hui rukti hai, choron ka santulan bigadta hai. Bheed mein do chor darwaze se kood padte hain, shaam ke andhere mein gayab ho jate hain. Teesra, ek patla sa aadmi jiske gaal par nishaan hai, itna khush kismat nahi hota. Yaatri gusse mein us par hamla bolte hain, use daba dete hain. Savita haanfte hue khadi hoti hai, uska seena tez saanson ke saath uth raha hai, jab bheed uss chor ko baandh dete hai.
’One night at a college party, Riya, who had always been the perfect student-bright, well-behaved, and on track for an elite scholarship, had a heated argument with Ajay that turned ugly when she accused him of using his connections with professors to stay ahead. Unafraid he retaliated by bringing up her own difficulties, including how she had relied on tutoring favours and avoided college regulations to balance her grades and part-time job.’
Aur baato baato mei aarif jaan gya tha k shalu kaafi aleli hai aur usey kisi k sath ki jrurt hai whi aarif ko shalu jesi aurat ki apne bistar mei jarurt thi. Aarif shalu ko apne sath office meetings k liye le jaane lga tha aur esa dikhane lga tha k wo uski bhot parvah krta hai aur ab shalu bhi kahi na kahi aarif ko psnd krne lgi thi pr wo darr rhi thi k kahi uski wajh se aarif ki shadi shuda zindagi khrab na ho jaaye. Ese hi wqt k sath shalu aarif k kaafi karib aachuki thi aur kbhi kbhi aarif ka usey chuna psnd aane lga tha. Ese hi kisi ek office meeting pr jb sb sath mei out of station gye honge whaa client k sath deal final hone pr party k wqt phli baar aarif shalu k karib aayega aur shalu phli baar mei hi is trha aarif k karib aane pr behakti hui usk kamre tk pahcuh jaayegi jhaa aarif phli baar aarif shalu ki widhwa chut ko chodne ka mjaa lega.
Shalu k sath chedkhaaniyan krte hue aarif ko bhrosa tha k wo jldi hi shalu k sath hum bistar ho jaayega pr shalu ab bhi ghbrai hui thi aur ab tk khud se koi kadam nhi uthai thi whi aarif k baaki sathi bhi dekh chuke thay shalu aur aarif k bich jo chal rha tha aur unhe bs itna hi malal tha k wo khud shalu k sath pehal nhi kr paaye thay. Sath hi shalu k itna wqt lene ki wajh se ab aarif ka bhi majak ban ne lga tha k dandiya k din khtm hone ko aaye thay aur is saal un logo k hath kuch nhi aaya tha aur aarif abhi tk ek hi ldki k piche pda hua tha. Shalu bhi naa chahte hue aarif ki trf bdh rhi thi har din ache se taiyar ho kr jana aur aarif k karib aane ka intezar krna pr kahi na kahi shalu ne jo apne mann mei ek mard ki tasveer bnai thi shalu uski jgha aarif ko nhi rkh paa rhi thi aur isi wajh se wo aage nhi bdh paa rhi thi whi aarif sirf shalu ko tdapta hua dekh kr khush ho rha tha ye jaante hue k aakhri din tk wo shalu ko apne bistar tk jrur le aayega.
‘I adjust the strap of my camisole, feeling like a siren luring him back into my life. The shadows dance around me, conspiring to keep our secret safe. My phone vibrates, his message - 'I'm here.' My pulse races, my breath catches. I take one last look at my sleeping children and turn away, leaving innocence behind. Tonight, I'll choose desire over duty, passion over commitment. I slip into the darkness, ready to unravel the threads of my marriage, ready to rekindle the flame that never truly faded.’
’Now, here I was, trapped in this living hell that played out in front of our families, watching them play happy couple. How his hand came to rest on her lower back, how his fingertips touched the skin on her spine, made my stomach churn - I think it was jealousy, or fury, or something more sinister. It was like being a mere spectator while another person experiences all the things they had ever promised me; and this was slowly strangling me. My grip of the glass containing the wine tightened and the tips of my fingers dug into the stem.’
’Seven days ago a video went viral. It was blurry, dark, and intended for her to remain anonymous in the frame. It was so vulgar, a girl kneeling down nude having sex with many men without mercy. The only noticeable physical feature was a tiny, beautiful tattoo on her right shoulder - an easily recognizable symbol that most people have seen on you wearing a sleeveless dress at different campus functions.’
’I was done with the whole good wife act. Done playing house for a man who didn't give a shit about me beyond what I could do for him. If society wanted to call me a slut, fine. Let them. At least I was enjoying myself for once. At least I was _living_. I wasn't tied down by those suffocating traditions anymore. I had seen too many women in my neighborhood go through the same shit - spending their whole lives pleasing their husbands, only to be tossed aside once they weren't “useful” anymore. I refused to let myself shrink and vanish.’
