Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - 15th Oct '25
Bigg Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - 16th Oct 2025
Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai October 16, 2025 EDT
KARWA CHAUTH 15.10
NOODLES VRATH 16.10
Sonakshi Sinha Pregnancy Rumours
What will Yuvraj do?
Welcome Back 🥳
Pankaj Dheer Passes Away
Pari and Mitali
This is concerning.
Who is most loved character in gen 4?
Wanna see post leap trp ?????? Geetu vs Abhimaan romance who won??
Mental health club - Only Positivity allowed 🌟
Kyunki Detailed Written episode Oct 16. Pics attached (Hindi captions)
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CHAPTER 14
Pari had spent the whole night squeezed next to Geet and Miri, reminding Geet of the days gone by, when Pari had comforted Geet and Miri through the nights of pain and nightmares. Last night it had been Pari's turn to be comforted. Though, she had refused to discuss the situation and Geet hadn't pushed her, she knew how difficult the current situation was for Pari. Geet had just stroked her hand through her hair soothingly and told her, how proud she was of her.
The next morning, Pari had insisted on dropping Miri to school as Geet's leg was still slightly sore. Geet had agreed and Miri had been excited to ride with Pari maasi to school.
Maan had decided to drop off Dev to school on his way to work, as he had some work close by. As they reached the school gates, the driver opened the back door for them. Maan alighted first, and got Dev into the wheel chair, the driver had pulled out of the back. He suddenly heard an excited and strangely familiar voice call out to Dev.
"Hi, Dev Bhaiyya."
Miri waved excitedly from the other side of the road. Maan's heart skipped a beat when he saw the little girl. His anticipatory gaze automatically went to the woman who was taking off her helmet and he felt a pang of disappointment. It was not Geet.
What nonsense. Why the hell should he be disappointed. In fact, he was glad it was not her, he told himself firmly.
The woman looked vaguely familiar, though he couldn't quite remember who she was.
Miri's gaze flew to the man on Dev's side and her eyes widened and she looked at Pari warily. She nodded towards Maan and whispered.
"Pari maasi woh waha, sher. Woh glasses kaha hain?"
(Pari masi over there, the tiger. Where are those glasses?)
Pari's eyes narrowed as she looked at the tall man across the street.
Well wasn't this her lucky day, she thought.
She looked down at Miri and smiled. The sunglasses she was wearing neatly hid the wicked twinkle in her eyes. She had an old pair of sunglasses lying around in her purse, the glass on one side of it had come off and she'd been meaning to fix them. She was glad Geet wasn't here to see her daughter being led down this deceptive road. She would never have allowed it. Pari grinned and squashed the conscience that was scolding her for taking advantage of a child's innocence. She told herself that Miri deserved a chance to avenge her mother, if only unconsciously. She took the broken sunglasses out of her purse and handed them to Miri.
"Yeh lo. Inme se check karna. Tumhe sab dikhega."
(Take these. Check out from these and you'll see everything.)
"Par maasi yeh toh toota hua hain ." Miri complained.
(But maasi, these are broken)
Pari had an instant reply, ready for that.
"Sshh, ahiste bolo, agar woh sher hain toh woh humari baat sun lega. Sher ke kaan bohot door ki baate sun sakte hain. Aur yeh toote nahi hain. Inme sirf ek glass issliye hain ki, kaanch se tum sher ki doom ko dekh ke usse pehchan sako, aur doosri aankh sher pe rakh sako. Agar tum dono aankho pe chashma laga ke sirf sher ki doom dekhti reh gayi aur sher paas aa gaya toh? Tab toh tum bohot danger mein pad jaogi hain na?"
(Sshh, speak softly. If he is a tiger he'll be able to hear us. A tiger can hear far off things. And these are not broken. The reason they have just one glass is so that you can recognize the tiger by looking at his tail through the glass and keep an eye on him with your other eye. What will you do if you wear glasses on both the eyes and keep watching his tail and in the meanwhile he gets close to you. Then you will be in a lot of danger right?)
Miri mulled over her maasi's words for a moment, then grabbed the glasses, slid them on and held on tightly to her maasi's hand.
"Chalo maasi, "Mission Invisible Tail" shuru karte hain."
(Come on maasi, let's start , "Mission Invisible Tail.")
Pari did a small mental victory dance, grabbed Miri's hand and started crossing the road.
Maan looked at the tall woman approaching him with that little brat. He did a double take as he looked at the little shrimp wearing those huge one eyed sunglasses. Her one hand was occupied holding the woman's hand, while the other one was constantly pushing the sunglasses up her tiny nose.
What the hell, he thought.
That was one kid he was very wary of. He'd never had anything to do with kids in general, other than his brother and Dev was not a normal kid by any standard. He leaned his behind against the car just to be on the safer side. He did not want a repeat of yesterday's episode.
Miri hugged Dev and when he inquired about her sunglasses, she whispered something in his ear that had him laughing out loud and looking at his brother.
"You definitely must." he told Miri.
"Hi Pari Di."
Pari tousled his hair and hugged him.
"Hi Birbal."
"Stop calling me that Di."
She just grinned and then turned to look at Maan.
"Arey Dev, aaj Nakul Chacha nahi laye tumhe, yeh toh koi naya driver lag raha hain."
(Dev, didn't Nakul Chacha bring you today? This seems to be a new driver.)
"Di!" Dev gasped
"Yeh driver nahi, mere bade bhai Maan Singh Khurana hain."
(He is not a driver, he's my older brother Maan Singh Khurana)
Pari's eyes gleamed mischievously behind her glasses momentarily, then with a fake remorseful voice she exclaimed,
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Mr. Khurana, I didn't recognize you at all. You looked different under the flashy chandeliers at the party, aur aaj iss din ke ujale mein, aap kuch aur hi nazr aa rahe hain. Sab meri aankho ka dhoka hain Mr. Khurana."
(Oh my god! I'm sorry, Mr. Khurana, I didn't recognize you at all. You looked different under the flashy chandeliers at the party and today, in this clear daylight, you are somebody else. It's all the fault of my deceptive eyes Mr. Khurana.)
"Excuse me?" I don't know what you mean. Do I know you" Maan frowned, trying to recall if he'd met her before.
Pari extended her hand and introduced herself,
"I'm Parinda Godbole, Mr. Handa and I was at your charity ball with Brij and Geet Handa." she said stressing on Geet's name.
Maan looked at the proffered hand and just as he raised his own in acknowledgement, she bent down towards Miri,
"Miri yeh kya, tumhare shoe laces lose ho gaye . Let me retie them."
She bowed her head to hide the grin that was crossing her lips uncontrollably. The moment she'd seen him, all she had wanted to do was yell at him, but she couldn't in front of the kids. This subtle revenge was not her style, but it was good enough for now.
Maan curled his hand into a fist and looked with irritation at the woman bent over, helping the kid.
He was not surprised at her air headedness at all, especially if she was a friend of that woman.
Geet's daughter, what was her name again, Miri, yes that was it, was staring at him relentlessly, over Parinda Godbole's head, with one huge rounded eye, through the broken sunglass frame.
Just then a car behind them honked and the driver, who'd been standing a few feet away, came back to move the car and said he'd be back for Maan.
As the car moved away, Maan saw the little girl's attention perk up. She was suddenly trying to get behind him. Oh no, he was not going to let that happen, definitely not. He moved along with her subtly, making sure she was always in front of him. The little one-eyed pirate was out to get him, of that he had no doubt.
Pari looked at him from below and decided to help Miri in her mission a bit. She pretended to stumble as she was getting up and then cried out loudly.
"Ouch! Mr Khurana I think I may have twisted my ankle. You see I have very weak ankles. Can you help me up please."
Maan was irritated, but decided to act the gentleman for the woman on the ground. He held onto her arms and tried to haul her up. She was strong as an ox and almost pulled him down, while hanging on to him with all her might. Weak ankles were definitely not something he'd have expected on this woman.
Suddenly he heard a voice from behind.
Oye sheru ki tail, tu kidhar chipi hain. Bahar toh nikal. Main tujhe kaal se dhoond rahi hoon aur tuh hain ki andar chipke baithi hain. Dekh maine tujhe dekhne ke liye Pari maasi ke diye special magic glasses bhi pehne hain. Unhone kaha tha ki sher ki doom isme se zarror dikhegi. Tu andar kahi soyi hain kya, jaise woh tv program mein maine dekha tha, ki bears pure thand ki dino mein sote rehte hain. Main tere liye gana gau, phir tu uthke aayegi?Accha toh sun. Hmm, par kaunsa gau. Arey haan Pari maasi ko yeh wala pasand hain, Woh humesha iss gaane pe yoon, yoon karke nachti hain.
(Oye tiger's tail, where are you hiding. Come out. I have been searching for you since yesterday and you are hiding inside and refusing to come out. See, I am wearing special magic glasses given by Pari maasi to see you. She told me that I'd definitely be able to see the tiger's tail through this. Are you asleep somewhere in there, like those bears that I saw on tv, that sleep all through the winter. If I sing a song for you, will you wake up and come out? Alright then, listen. Hmm, but which one should I sing? Oh yeah, I'll sing the one that Pari maasi likes. She always dances like this to that song.)
Miri started shaking her hands and swaying her little butt and began singing,
Aaja Aaja Mein Hun Pyar Tera,
Allah Allah Inkaar Tera..
Ooo oo Aaja Aah Aah Aaja...Aah
"Umm, Pari maasi doom nahi nikal rahi aur agey ka gana mujhe aata nahi, toh aap gao na."
(Umm , Pari maasi the tail is not coming out and I don't know the song any further, so why don't you sing it. )
Pari who was still down and pulling on Maan's arms with all her might, starting laughing hysterically and Dev who'd been watching in shock Miri singing a song to his brother's butt, couldn't hold back any longer and joined Pari in her hilarity.
Maan who'd been struggling to get off the limpet, who was clinging to him, stiffened at the words of the little girl behind his back.
Damn it. That woman on the ground and that little devil behind him had planned this all.
Pari finally stopped laughing long enough to look at him, let go of one of his arms and pointed two fingers at him like a shooting gun and taunted.
"Pow! Got you Mr. Khurana. You deserved it. That was for her mother."
Maan immediately let go of her and she smoothly stood up without any problems.
"Chalo Miri. Aaj doom nahi niklegi, lagta hain bade hi khadoos mood mein hain."
(Let's go Miri. Looks like the tail is in a bad mood today and won't come out.)
Maan turned around to confront the little girl. She took one look at his angry face, jumped back and started running inside the gate.
"Bye Pari maasi. Bye Dev bhaiyya." She paused for a moment looked at Maan and waved at him.
Bye Sheru.
A school peon had just come out to assist Dev inside. He too waved at the two off them, gave a thumb up sign to Pari and took off, still laughing.
Pari really wanted to give an earful to the man in front of her, but it was too crowded with kids around and she was getting late for work. So, she crossed the road, started the bike, got on it and then called out,
"Mr. Khurana."
Maan turned to look at her in all the confusion around him.
She grinned at him and flipped her middle finger high up in the air and took off.
Maan looked in shock at the figure driving away. They were all crazy, the whole lot of them, associated with that Geet Handa. He was pissed off at being played around and made a fool of. She knew who he was of course. She'd just played him, by pretending ignorance. He'd see to that Amazon who'd waved at him so lovingly with her middle finger.
His driver had returned with the car. He got in slammed the door hard and they both took off.
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It was late in the afternoon and Maan had taken off early from his office to get to the training center for self-defense operated by the Delhi Police. His late father's dearest friend was the Commissioner of Police and he'd requested Maan, who was an accomplished master of martial arts, to train young policewomen in self-defense. In spite of his busy schedule, Maan had agreed to take some time out for the very same. As a matter of fact, he'd felt humbled that something he'd developed a passion for during his college days, could help these women in protecting themselves, when they were out there putting themselves in harm's way. He was busy going over some contracts when the driver stopped the car at a red light. Maan casually looked up after some time and saw a tall young woman crossing the road. She was dressed in a very short jeans skirt, with a tight t-shirt that bared her mid riff and was carrying a tiny purse in her hand. He always wondered, what the hell fit in those tiny things that women carried around. His driver looked at the passing girl and gave a low wolf whistle involuntarily and then realized his mistake. He gasped and met Maan's angry eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Sorry sir, woh galti se siti nikal gayi."
(Sorry sir, I whistled involuntarily.)
"Dobara aisi galti ki toh naukri se nikal doonga aur sirf siti bajate reh jaoge, yaad rakhna." Maan warned him.
(If you repeat such a mistake, you'll lose your job and be left just whistling, got it?)
The driver nodded fearfully.
Maan's eyes narrowed on the gait of the woman who was now on the other side of the road. He had not seen her face, but her confident stride seemed familiar. No matter how confident she was, she should not be exposing herself by dressing so provocatively. She was by alone and most definitely inviting trouble. He hoped that she had some kind of self-defense to protect herself, if the need arose. The light turned green and as the car moved away, Maan forgot all about the girl.
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Continued Below
The girl in the tight skirt and the short t-shirt walked rapidly along the footpath, amongst cat calls and wolf whistles. She got onto the local train at one point and stood with her head and shoulders bent forward, amongst the crowd of people heading back home. There were quite a few women in the compartment and most of them passed her a cursory glance at her and then looked away. This particular train route had recently gained notoriety for an eve teasing group, that ganged up together and harassed the women onboard mercilessly. The harassment had turned so bad that all women travelled in groups to be safe. The girl who'd just gotten on, seemed like a red flag of provocation to the crude minded lechers on the train. Suddenly, she felt a hand touch the outside of her thigh. She gave a startled look downwards to find the culprit, but couldn't see anything in the rush. She took a slight step sideways and shifted away from the hand. The hand returned again, but this time on the inside of her thigh. The girl shuddered and spoke out.
"Please stop that. Kyu kar rahe hain aap aisa. Ple' please don't touch me."
"Kya hua chokri? Chunese current lag gaya kya." One of the male passengers asked her, as he laughed crudely.
(What happened girl, did you feel an electric shock on being touched?)
One.
Yet another one grinned at her.
"Agar aise kapde pehenkar hume nyota dogi toh, hum toh dawaat pe toot padenge."
(If you wear such clothes and invite us, we're definitely going to pounce on the feast.)
Two.
A woman passenger at the back of the train shouted at them.
"Yeh kya kar rahe hain aap log? Sharam nahi aati apko. Ghar pe maa behen nahi hain kya."
(What are you guys doing? Have you got no shame. Don't you any have mothers and sisters)
A third voice spoke up,
"Oye chup kar, nahi toh tujhe bhi daawaat ka hissa banayenge"
(Hey shut up, or we'll make you a part of the feast.)
Three.
Finally the fourth guy who'd started the whole thing by touching the girl stepped forward.
"Saali, bohot rapchik maal hain"
(This b*tch is hot.)
Four.
That was it. That was all of them.
The four man slowly advanced towards the girl.
"De-dekhiye main ek police officer hoon. I ca..can have you arrested for this." she stuttered as she fumbled and finally managed to dig her ID card out of the bag. She barely flashed it at them and hastily put it back in her purse.
The four men stripped her with their eyes, as they advanced still closer.
The first guy who'd touched her and seemed to be a leader of sorts of their group, touched her mid riff and pulled her closer.
"Agar tu police officer hain,toh main iss desh ka president hoon. Yeh pradhan mantri hain, yeh chief minister aur woh waha suraksha mantri."
(If you are a police officer, than I am the president of this country, he is the prime minister and him, he is the chief minister and that fellow there is the defense minister.)
He started laughing like a hyena at his own joke and pulled her closer still. She dug her nails into his wrists to get his hand off. He slapped her hard and pulled a pocket knife out of his pocket.
Suddenly the whole demeanor of the girl changed and she transformed from a meek girl, to a proud, strong and tall woman right before their eyes. She grabbed the wrist that was holding the knife, looked him straight in the eye and with a pure evil grin on her face, whispered in his ear,
"Yeh haat mujhe de de thakur."
*(Give me this hand Thakur.)
*For those of you who don't know, this is a famous dialogue from the movie 'Sholay.'
With that she snapped his palm backwards. There was the sound of bone snapping as the man dropped the knife and howled in pure agony.
He let out of a string of foul words and started accusing her for being dressed vulgarly to draw attention.
She bent forward and picked up his knife and held it to his crotc.*
"Agar tum abhi ke abhi chup nahi rahe, toh main tumhara yeh mardangi ka nishan, kaatke tumhare haath mein rakh dungi aur tumhari zindagi ka naksha badal doongi. Aur main jo kapde chahe woh pehen sakti hoon. Yeh mera hak hain, aur yeh hak mujhse tujh jaisa kutta kabhi bhi nahi chin sakta"
(If you don't shut up right now, I'm going to chop off this symbol of your manhood and hand it to you and change the whole map of your life. And I can wear any clothes that I choose. It is my right and a dog like you can never snatch that away from me.)
When she turned around she saw that the rest of the gang was already handcuffed and being held at bay, by two women constables each, who'd been mixed in the crowd in civilian clothing just like her.
She nodded with satisfaction and turned back to their leader, pulled a pair of handcuffs from her purse and slapped them on his unbroken wrist.
"You are under arrest, under section 123 of IPC."
That creep still hadn't learnt his lesson and opened his big fat mouth once again.
"Aap hume giraftar toh kar lengi madamji, par humare desh ka kanoon hum jaison ka kuch nahi bigad sakta. Kisi ladki ko chedna koi bada jurm nahi hain humare desh mein, hum bhi yeh baat jante hain. Aur aapne humara joh yeh haath toda hain, uski saza toh hum aap ko zaroor dilwayenge."
(You can arrest me madam, but the laws of our country can't do any harm to people like us. Even we know, that it is not a big crime to harass any girl in this country. And you will pay dearly for breaking my hand.)
The officer looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Oh! Par main tumhe sirf kisi ladki ko chedne ke jurm mein nahi giraftar kar rahi hoon kamine. Tumhe ek police officer pe haath uthane, aur uspe hathyar chalane ke jurm mein giraftar kiya jaata hain. Aur har police wale ko apni suraksha karne ka adhikar hain, jiski wajah se tumhare haat ki yeh halat ho gayi hain, samjhe?
(Oh! But I am not arresting you just for eve teasing, you bas***d. You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer and drawing a weapon on her. And every police personnel has the right to self-defense and that is the reason for the condition of your hand too, do you understand?)
Now the man had started looking scared.
"Par..par main nahi janta tha ki aap police afsar hain."
(Bu.. but I did not know you were a police officer.)
She smiled at him serenely.
"Maine toh kaha tha, aur mere piche ke log iss baaat ke gawah bhi hain. Agar tume nahi maana toh yeh tumhari galti hain, Mr. President."
(Oh but I'd told you, and all the people behind me are witnesses. If you didn't believe it is entirely your fault, Mr. President.)
She turned around and looked at the crowd.
"Sharm aati hain muje apne aap ko iss desh ki nagrik kehte hue. Kya hota aaj agar main ek mamooli ladki hoti. Apne aap ko bachane ke liye, iss jhanjaht mein na padne ke liye, aap chup rahe. Kya hota agar meri jagah pe wo aap mein se kisi ki beti, ya biwi, ya behen hoti."
(I am ashamed to call myself a citizen of this country. What would have happened today, if I was a normal girl. You stood there quietly to save yourselves from trouble and to avoid the hassle of getting involved. What would have happened, if I was somebody's sister, or daughter or wife.)
"Main ummed rakhti hoon ki aap mere liye at least gawah toh banenge."
(I hope you will at least bear witness for today.)
The woman, who'd voiced her protest earlier, stood up and started walking towards her. However, she stopped as she reached the man who'd passed the crude comment at her before.
She picked up her Kolhapuri chappal, size 5 and slapped the man across his face with it.
"Tumhare liye yehi thi aaj ki dawaat. Asha hain ki khoob maza aya hoga."
(This was the feast for you today. I hope you enjoyed it.)
A lady constable was about to step forward when the officer shook her head subtly.
That woman deserved a moment of small revenge, for she'd tried to do the right thing
Then the lady walked towards the police officer.
"Yeh mera phone number aur pata hain madam. Main banungi gawah. I am proud that women such as you serve our country."
(This is my phone number and address madam. I'll be your witness. I am proud that women such as you serve our country. )
She started clapping her hands and soon there was a resounding echo of claps from the crowd. People started stepping forward with their details.
The whole team of police women along with their criminal booty got off at the next station, got into their jeeps, parked there and drove back to the police station to book the criminals.
The whole team patted each other's backs for a job well done and scolded their leader gently for taking unnecessary risks.
"Ma'am you shouldn't have taken unnecessary risk and arrested that as*hole when he first touched you. How could you bear his touch for that long?"
"If I had arrested him then, we wouldn't have found the others; neither would his act be considered a serious criminal offense. He'd be back on the train with his gang and then some innocent girl would have really gotten into trouble. This way it's much better. I can handle it."
The constables looked at her face, one side of which was rapidly swelling up and a cut from that man's ring which had nicked her was oozing blood.
"We are really proud to be a part of this team and serve under you ma'am." As a team they all saluted her.
They were all excited to take some rest and head to the self-defense center, where they'd been told, they were going to be taught defense technique to protect themselves by a famous personality, who'd taken time out especially for them. They were all eager to find out who that person was and speculations were wildly ranging from Bollywood stars to Jackie Chan.
The constables headed inside, but their leader hung back to take the phone call she'd received. She was done with the call and after answering a few queries from her colleagues she decided to head inside.
Maan got out of his car and started walking towards the police station. The self-defense center was located behind the station. He entered the courtyard and was startled to see the young woman in the short jeans skirt, he'd seen at the signal. Her back was turned to him and he mildly wondered what kind of trouble she'd gotten in to be brought here. He had seen the two policeman just walk away from her. He ignored her and started walking onward, and just as came beside her she turned.
"TUM." He looked her over with disgust.
"I shouldn't be surprised at all. After all a person is known by the company he or she keeps. And I know what kind of a friend you have. So yes I'm not surprised to see you here, especially not after the crude hand gesture you waved at me with, today morning. Looking at the way you are dressed and that fresh bruise on your face, I can take a guess at what you've been up to."
She stood there cool as a cucumber and raised an eyebrow at him and grinned at him but there was no hint of a smile in her eyes. She was bloody pissed off and she was very, very glad to find him here, right at this moment.
"You think I am a prostitute and my customer got too enthusiastic and hit me?"
"You bloody idiotic, blind, fu***ng son of a sick bas***d." And that was just the beginning of her curses. At the end of her tirade, she looked at the man, whose ears had turned a dull red after hearing the profanities.
"She may not know any, but I can more than compensate for her and I learnt some new one's today. I don't give a shit what you think of me, but if you so much as look in my Geet's direction wrongly, I'll slap an arrest warrant on you so fast, you won't even get time to pull your pants on. You are not worthy even of being in the same room as her, let alone judging her you as*hole."
For a moment, Maan forgot what she was dressed like, or what he had assumed about her. He felt an amazing respect for the young woman standing in front of him. He almost forgot that she was a woman or that she was Geet's friend. She'd made a fool of him this morning and cursed at him till the air was blue and his ears singed with her crude words, all in defense of her friend. He looked at her in awe. She was the kind of person he'd want at his back as a buddy any day. Wait a minute, what was that she'd said about arresting him? What did she mean? How could she arrest him?
Just then, Inspector Sangram Gujjar, who was the head of that police station, started walking towards them.
"Oh Mr. Khurana looks like you've already met the young officer who is the leader of the undercover team, you'll be heading. Please excuse her appearance. She is just back with her team from an undercover mission. Let me introduce you two formally."
"Mr Khurana, this is Sub Inspector Parinda Godbole, currently heading the Anti -Eve Teasing Squad."
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Hey guys, I hope you weren't too offended by the profanities used in this update. It was just the need of the update I felt. Pari is not a flowery sweet person, as you all know by now. She deals everyday with the seamier side of society and I wanted to show, how it has affected her.
I just love playing around with the characters from GHSP and so I decided to make Sangram Gujjar, the brother of a don in the show, into a Police Inspector here. Must be the sadistic streak in me. I love making bad guys in the show, good. 😆
A Short Narrative:
Pari is based on a real life friend, though she is not a police women, she is just as aggressive, but a really, really fantastic person. Some guy did the mistake of touching her in the bus once. She punched him right on his nose and drew blood, along with fracturing her own hand. She then had the bus driver take the bus into a police station. Her father- in- law, who was along with her, tried to dissuade her from filing a police complaint. The people and even the police themselves asked her not to file a police complaint against the boy, stating that his future would be spoilt. She refused, and went ahead and filed a complaint against him. But the sad part was he used some minister's support and walked away scot free, but I am still proud of my friend and she is an inspiration to me.
Anti Eve teasing Squad is a real undercover squad that is actually run by the railway police and consists of a combination of Police personnel and NGO's.
Originally posted by: palindrome
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