Dark FF: The Withered Angel|QUIT NOTE|

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Dear Diary,

Probably people give an introduction of themselves when they begin to write their diaries but I don't have one to give even when I want to. Mother of two, but wife of none; neither do I have a surname nor do I have something that I can call as mine.

I have been losing everything I had ever since I was just an infant. I lost my 16-year old mother when I was just a few weeks old, I lost my innocence unknowingly when I was just a little above 7 years old. I lost my body to my first child when I was hardly 13 and I lost my soul every day to sustain the two children who were born to me even before I reached 15 years of age.

I lost even them when I began doing what my mother, her mother and in fact every one in my family had done, the job which was termed as the most disgusting and the home-wrecking job as I was kidnapped, raped and sold by men who were behind the biggest curse of my life, my beauty. But my grandmother cared less. She just wanted the money, which she somehow received but I had lost as a mother in my life. The day I had left to earn some money for my children on the orders of Nani was the last time I had seen them.

After losing my soul, nothing seemed to affect me but when Varun, my supposed boyfriend who was with me for the money I earned through my encounters with strangers, tried to kill me off when I was not ready to sleep with a rich guy who had offered him a huge amount. I was left on the roads of Delhi to die, to be tormented by other men after being raped for more than 4 times that night and being subjected to physical abuse from that snake. I somehow managed to reach the hospital nearby and seeing the nature of my wounds, a officer in khaki clothes was called in and that officer instead of treating me as the devastated person, asked the hospital staff to throw me out on the roads because I was what I am, I was a prostitute and the hospital implemented his orders almost immediately.

Every single encounter of mine, from the first one to the last forced one appeared in front of my eyes to be deformed. The 20 years of my life, where I kept on losing everything, not even knowing what they actually mean, suddenly seemed so unwanted. I wanted to change it, but I knew it was beyond my reach. I want to forget every single thing and I have often heard that pain reduces when shared but I have lost every single person with whom I could share my pain and then I found you. And I decided I will pour every pain of mine into you, erase every memory of it and move on, away from the prejudices of this society, away from the people who made me a withered angel.

Bye,

I am Khushi, the one without any Khushi.

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How was it?

Originally posted by: thiyamappy

thanks for the pm and very good start which matched the title itself.. seems we need to have strong heart and maybe will need some tissues with every updates but hoping it will be happy ending.