Chapter 1

OS : THE PROPERTY

FOR AAMIR18 WHO DEDICATED A POST TO ME EVEN THOUGH I DID NOT GIVE HER EVEN A SINGLE COMMENT (A THANKYOU NOTE FOR HER GENEROSITY )

By this os I'M NOT PROMOTING SUICIDE .This is from khushi's point of view . This os highlights the angst of a depressed person who clearly needs help and that is why I have left the ending open because there's always hope .

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She tried to slide the blade across her wrist , but courage was not

something which could be brought from shops . Yet another failed attempt gave

way tears , it was a long night after all .

Khushi ,the name that became the mockery of her life ,

the only thing she owned . But then he came and snatched

away that as well . In the dirty lanes of Mumbai slum she was now

known as Champa , the woman who scrubbed the floors of some

rich Madam's bungalow . It all happened some six months ago ,when

their six month's marriage came to it's expiry .With their divorced finalized ,

much to the family's disapproval , Delhi was rocked by one of the biggest

scandal it had ever witnessed . The wh**e Arnav Singh Raizada gave shelter

to became the back stabber . The innocent son-in-law of the Raizada family was

lured by this witch into adultery and deception .People sympathized with him

and his wife bid him goodbye with teary eyes as he surrendered to the

law for the crime he committed in the haze of hypnotism of black magic .

But Khushi became an outcast and Arnav Singh Raizada made sure that

she remained one . With no one to turn to she ran away ,in the dead

of a dark night to this place of anonymity .

Suicide had always been called a crime , maybe because till now

she was always somebody's property. First her foster families'

and then of a man who called her his wife .She was had always

been the property people sold ,acquired and desired but now she was free .

She was a no man's land by but fear of encroachment always lurked .

Life in these was

not easy , especially with a pretty face and ripe body

. After all how much can a burqa hide from a man's eyes .

But something else had happened today which had shaken her

to the very root -Arnav Singh Raizad had found her .The

tiny grainy black and white picture hadn't escaped her

employer's eyes neither did the hefty amount with it . She escaped

in the nick of time and with the humble amount she had safely tucked in

her blouse's secret pocket she bought another blade .

Arnav Singh Raizad would find her ,this she knew .In fact she could

hear some commotion outside .The dilapidated door won't be enough to them out for more .

She was no-one's property to be sized , she was born free

and it would be a shame if didn't die as one . Dying for freedom

aren't

criminals they are martyrs and she was going to be one.

All she needed was courage...

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