Part 1
When she regained her consciousness she could feel strong grip around her hair & been dragged along the steps.. she tried to free herself she couldn't. She didn't want to but helplessly she called out for her brother.. brij veerji. Seemed like that was boosting the guys ego who was dragging her..now more proudly. Lets see who will come to ur rescue. His vengeance filled voice echoed across as he threw her on the matap.
She angrily glared at his inhumanly behavior & then pleaded to the whole gathering who were just a mute spectator to her plight. She was ashamed to have born in this village, where girls were treated like dust. The villagers stood helplessly as few gun men stood around the temple. They were all brought here to be the witness.
Witness to wat her head couldn't even think further. She hated her discussion to have come to visit her mean brother. But then it was impt. She thought she could change him atleast this time...her thoughts were startled when his hands grabbed her arms & pulled her closer & without any notice tied the mangalsutra around her neck. Thats when she looked at his angered face ..his blood red eyes. He clearly was not thinking.
Who is he?? definitely not from their village!!! he dressed like he was from a city.. probably educated..then why the hell is he behaving so low. Why is he doing this to me.. so many questions playing in her mind & by then they were married not according to any law.. but according to the world. At least the world she was standing infront of. She was not surprised at her destiny with the kind of brother she had. He had ruined so many lifes..it had to come to them at some time!!! but not like this ..not to her!!! wat did she ever do wrong!!!
he was not done yet..he dragged her back to her house.. & walked across the hawali ripping her cloths..& carrying her to her room infront of her veerji & her brother shameless frds.. whose eyes for sure gaping at her exposed flesh now. Brij looked away roaring ..all he could do standing tied up against the huge pillars of the hawali.
He threw her on the bed & looked the door behind. He dangerously reached her unbuttoning his shirt. She screamed in horror.. plz aisen mat karon
nothing seemed to reach his ears
why r u doing this to me
ask ur brotherhe roared
ask ur brother did he even think once before ripping my baby sisters cloths..
he said it followed with his action depicting exactly wat he said.
She turned her back instantly covering herself. Hiding her nudity. He held her hair pulled her to face him... I want to see every fear in ur eyes, that my sister went through, every pain..
she slapped him at once for treating her like that
his eyes bored through hers that mirrored not fear but anger & hatred standing partly nude infront of him.
challenging his. She pulled the sheet & covered herself..as he didn't do anything but stared into her eyes.
If I want I can do anything to u at this moment
he pinned her down at once.. she turned her face away in disgust.
How much ever the vengeance in me wants to at this moment...
mujh tum se sirf ghin aati hain... he left her in disgust, oozing out hatredness
main chavoon tho tumhe ussi matap pe aisen chotke chala jata..lekin..
tumhara bhai itna kamina hain.. he would have got u married away easily to some NRI
but now he can't..
not after they think I used u. he pushed her away reaching his shirt. He didn't step out of the room. The whole night just stood in the furthest corner. He didn't even look at her again, His animosity vibrated across through the room. Filling the room with strange chillness. As cold as his heart would have been.
The numbness that came after learning how brutally his sister was raped & thrown in the river to die. For months he had not known anything abt his sister..she was only 15yrs. He cursed himself to have let her go alone to that school trip. He had put every thing in his power to search her ever since. Only few days back he had learned wat she actually went through when some personal detectives felt her going missing was not as simple as it was portrayed by the police. He knew he couldn't have done to brij .. as bad as he did to his sister. The baby sister, he had brought up alone aftertheir parents death 14yrs ago. A 10yr boy had become a father..a mother..frd everything at that tender age. He had lived only for her. His world revolved around her, her happiness..her smile.. just the little angel.
If it was in his power he would have raped brijs sister & killed her exactly the same way. He couldn't. He couldn't be as cruel.. he hated himself for being so human. He screamed in pain sitting by the river.. apologizing..he couldn't meet his vengeance. He couldn't .. he punched on the hard rock hurting his knuckles. His anger had no bound...he drove back angrily to the Hawali bashing almost dead brij again ..& again.. along with his frds. He went back to her room. She had changed by then. He held her by hair & dragged her out & threw her on brijs foot.
Her mom who was bedridden for a year now couldn't have come to her rescue.. there was no one else in the family.. just 3 of them.
He pulled her hair backward to face her brother... every min ur going to curse urself
he spat at brij.
She will have to pay for every deed of urs.
When I am done with her I will throw her out
ok.. this is something weird I know.. just came up with his SS.. max 5parts...
I think
sorry..maan is really mean here
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muskan
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