New Arshi ff : Jaise Banjaare ko Ghar - chp 3 up!!!! - Page 2

Khushi had never seen poverty. She had never been made to wait for something which she wanted till next week or month or next Diwali for the lack of funds. Whatever she had ever wanted had been provided to her by her parents. This in no way meant that Khushi was snotty, arrogant and disrespectful towards those who were not as fortunate as hers.

When she was kid, she had never shown off her new imported doll to her poor classmates. When she grew up , she also had never shown off her stuffs to those who did not have it. She believed in being civil to everyone at least on face. She did not pick up un necessary fights with unrelated people even if they disagreed with her. She used to keep quiet, say something pleasant and move aside.

This did not mean that she did not have a circle of likeminded people who had similar interest in high fashion stuffs which she had. Sometimes she had even tried recreational drugs with them but not made it a habit. She knew the difference between various strata of society. She knew that being at her position what was acceptable and what was not. She had also scrunched her nose with disgust whenever she had passed a slum with her BMW cars window open. In her whole lifetime of 25 years , she had only visited middle class shopping area only 3-4 times that to with considerable security.

Now a days she read and heard a lot about the rape cases and atrocities against women. She had even joined some NGOs in her free time where they used to organize fundraising dinners and events for the downtrodden. But she always believed that nothing of that sort can happen to her. The men around here where not monsters. She was living in her own bubble , with so thin walls that even a single prick could burst it.

Khushi was never serious about any guy in her life. Since she had been brought up in high society , these things were quiet entrenched in her mind. She had always dated only those guys in her life which she knew that even if she went a step ahead , her family will approve of her marriage. She had stayed away of guys who had a Casanova image. Khushi had always played it safe.

The starting point of her problem was her chance meeting with her college senior Shyam jha. He also used to move around in same page 3 parties as her. They used to strike formal conversations some times. Slowly they started coming closer and started dating. Even her Dad approved.

Shayam had forced her to come to a rave to try out the new recreational drugs. She had gone halfheartedly. Shayam had then offered her a drink . She had felt a strange sensation after that as if she was floating in air. Her brain had mildly registered that she had been picked by Shayam . Next thing she registered was that she was in a hotel room and someone was kissing her so hard that her lips bled. Her mind has slowly started registering what was happening with her. She wanted to shout , stop that guy from doing whatever he was doing with her but nothing came out of her mouth. Even her hands were not strong enough. She felt that he had already taken off her top and started biting her on her chest. She also registered a flash as if someone has just taken her photograph. She tried to hide her face but her hands wouldn't move.

She could feel tears forming in her eyes knowing that she was going to receive a deep scar anytime now.

Then suddenly an alarm went off in the entire hotel. That was a fire alarm. Then someone opened the room and shouted , " Shayam run, police is here". She felt that a weight was lifted off her body as she registered that shayam had left her and run. She was thankful for that.

Police later found Khushi Gupta passed out , half naked in the hotel honeymoon suite which was registered in her name. They had busted a huge rave party in the hotel and arrested a lot of revelers. Khushi was one of them. There were traces of drugs and alcohol in her blood. Her father was able to suppress the report but could not suppress the photos.

In few days , her photos have been circulated in her friend circle and was taking the form of a scandal. Her own group of friends were avoiding hers.

Her own sweet bubble of happiness had finally burst.