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Originally posted by: cant.be.assed.
Okay if i haven't said it before im saying it now, and if i have, well i'm saying it again.. Woman i love you :| How the hell do you write so perfectly?! I wish i could write like you.
I have an awesome idea, give me your writing talent! 😃 So many thoughts are going through my head right now about this new story and i can tell its gonna be another master piece ;)If you update soon, i will give you a laaamba sa comment ;)
Sanaa! I love this :D
Armaan is such a douche agshdksjdkj
If you stop updating this I will lose it I already miss who knew and looc dher saara okay? :P
xoxo
Originally posted by: Die_hardfan_KSG
Sanaa this was brilliant! Very well written! Keep it up.!
Was just wondering that who exactly is Aliyah? Riddhima's sister or friend? Couldn't pin point this from the update.
But i just loved the way how Riddhima stood up against Armaan from taking Aliyah to a very dangerous place.
From What i have understood from the story is that Aliyah has someone behind her who almost caught her and because of that she got paralysed too. But later she was saved too from anything further happening to her. So now Armaan is looking for the villian so that he can give justice to her and punish him..
Also Riddhima loves Armaan? :D
But does Armaan Love her? Looking forward to reading about that.
One more thing, i adored the way how Armaan stood up when Riddhima blamed him for not knowing his duties and putting Aliyah's life in danger. And he stands correct on that basis! None of us realise what police do for us till it is not related to us!
In short, outstanding update! Continue soon. And kindly do not get so lazy that this SS becomes an OS!! 😆
Love you! XX
Originally posted by: KashKajenRox
Sanna that was brilliant. I am excited to read Armaan as a cop. IN your OS he was a lawyer and now a cop...Excited!!! Please update it more frequently and dumb your laziness some where far out...
I am damn excited to read it...
Originally posted by: Ethereal-Path
Hey Sanaa!
This is intriguing. I think I'm closer to what this story is about (at least I guess!) and thats some topic you have chosen - an untoward plight of many women!! Somehow I feel Armaan's right about fighting for justice and standing against wrong. But since, there's lot to come now, all we can do is wait for this story to unfold; keep predicting stuff till the real ones out.
Continue soon :)
love
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LOLL.. Okay!!Originally posted by: Sanaa629
Wow..I thought I made the main point of the story pretty obvious..either way..next chapter you'll definitely know who Aliyah is..and what's the main point of this story..😊 I'm updating the next installment in a bit..so hopefully your doubts and confusions will be cleared..plus..it was just a prologue after all wasn't it?? It's supposed to raise questions..😆 And plus..Napp..Aliyah wasn't paralysed..I just used that as a descriptive word to describe her state of shock..😕
Chapter 1 - Where it all began
It wasn't the best of days for Riddhima as she huffed and cursed herself while dragging the heavy box to the back of her shiny five door starlet. The streetlight shone down on her as she exited the Post office with her parcel.
"Flip.. you just had to let Papa send you a desk from overseas when you could have just bought one from here! Would have worked out miles cheaper as well!"
She opened the boot and finally managed to fit the box so that it sat diagonally from the bottom to the roof of her small car. The wing had to be removed as well for that! Extra trouble! She heaved a contended sigh, blowing her fringes out of her eyes and retying her hair up so that the cool breeze could dry off the slight sweat on the back of her neck.
"Didi..please.." a weak sound came from behind her and she turned around to see a scruffy, badly bruised girl with wide, black, terrified eyes looking back at her. She didn't look at older than fourteen, maybe, but her sunken cheek and dark look made her seem like she had lived and seen a lot more than Riddhima herself had. And that was saying something, considering she was a doctor.
"Dekho, I'm so sorry. Mere paas chutte nahin hai, par yeh lo." She held out a couple of 100 rupees notes.
However, she was cut off rudely by a small, frantic shake of the girl's head.
"Voh log mere peeche hain. Please meri madad karo." She whispered. Riddhima looked around at the hustle and bustle of people around her.
"Kaun?" she questioned unable to recognise someone who looked fishy.
"Voh log. Please didi.." the desperateness in her voice heightened making Riddhima realize that something was indeed wrong. Especially if the girl had refused to accept the money she'd offered her, which was a bit too generous to give to a street child! Her eyes kept darting around, and looking back, while holding her long, thin and greasy hair to the side so that it hid her face.
"Kaun tumhaara peecha kar raha hai?" she whispered, panic settling in slowly seeping through like water from cupped hands.
"Kuch log hain. Unhone mujhe..aur aur..kuch ladkiyan.." but the girl couldn't continue, as her voice thickened severely and fright overtook her. Tears started springing from her eyes as she looked back desperately at the older woman in front of her, begging her to understand. "Voh mujhe dekhlenge toh meri zindagi barbaad hojayegi. Please, please, meri madad karo.." Following her gut instinct, Riddhima suddenly realized what she had to do.
"Yahaan, andar aajao." She motioned her to go under the slanted box and after sparing her a look of hesitation, the girl climbed into the boot, curling up and visibly shaking. Immediately, Riddhima shut the door, and got into the front seat of her car, while taking desperate looks around to see any one out of place who'd give tell-tale signs of looking for a girl. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a few men round the corner onto the street, their vision keen and eyes hawk like. With her heart suddenly pumping miles faster, she kicked the engine to life and drove away, praying and hoping that they hadn't noticed anything. Her eyes were focused on the road ahead, but once or twice, she kept looking back to catch any sign of followers. Somehow, it still took a bit of time to sink in that she had escaped. Her expectation was of them jumping round ever corner and stopping the car, forcefully dragging the girl, and maybe her, to some unknown dark place. So when she recalled the words of the girl at the back of the car, the realization of how deep everything was suddenly hit her.
The men, who were they? The girl, where had she escaped from? Why didn't she care about the money? Why was she shaking with so much fright? And her bruises on her face, where did those come from? All these questions just led to one thing, and Riddhima desperately hoped that her conclusion wasn't true. If it was, what would she do? How exactly would she help her? How exactly would she help the other girls? What if these guys somehow found out, and came after her as well? Breathing deeply, and forcing herself to not think about anything of that sort, she called out to girl as soon as she drove up her driveway.
"Fikr mat karo. Tum theek ho. Hum mere ghar ke paas hain. Wahaan koi bhi nahin hai."
And in return, she heard the sound of stifled sobs and heavy breathing. Feeling her heart sink below her stomach, she grit her teeth and continued to drive forward, continuing her stream of comforting words. As soon as she'd parked the car, she rushed behind and opened up the back door, to see the girl flinch at the movement, and wipe the tears from her face.
* * * * *
About midnight, Riddhima pulled up the blankets securely around the young girl whose name, she found out, was Aliyah and that she was fifteen. Her own tears just wouldn't stop whenever she thought of the assault Aliyah had been through. It had taken almost hours to coax the truth out of her. Once Aliyah had had some food, Riddhima had to force her into the shower. And that's when the fresh bruises, marks and cuts across her body were more visible Her heart had leapt to her throat in utter disgust as to how people could do that to such a young girl. But they had! They were hungry beasts with no heart, no feelings whatsoever! And it disgusted her to know that people like that existed in this world.
"Aliyah, tumhe mujhe batana hoga. Kya huwa, kahaan huwa, kaise huwa. Please." Riddhima had urged softly as Aliyah stepped into the bathtub, and she folded up the clothes neatly for DNA samples that might be detectable and traced. Between tears and hiccups, Aliyah had then recounted the whole story to her, while all Riddhima could do was hug and cry with her. But there must be more she could do! Come to think of it, Aliyah had been lucky to escape. There were so many more girls. Trapped. Raped. Tortured. Who knew? Who knew the living nightmare each of them was going through while she slept soundly in bed?
Sniffing once more as these thoughts plagued her mind, she looked at her phone, a sudden idea springing up. Of course, who could she call at times like these? The one person who'd always been closest to her heart ever since she'd been alone in Mumbai and her family had shifted to Dubai, which had been almost a good two years. Well to be honest, there were quite a few people closest to her heart, but this one, was her best friend's other best friend. And he was a Private Detective. One of the best in her opinion, or that was probably because her heart leapt every time she met up with him.
* * * * *
"She was raped." Riddhima whispered as soon as she took him to her own room, where Aliyah was still fast asleep under the warmth of the blankets and some sleeping pills. His blue eyes widened slightly as he glanced across at the petite sleeping figure. "Not only once.." Her voice faltered as it grew thicker and her heart filled up with disgust. "Gang raped. I checked the signs. It's all.." she stopped, as a tear made its way out of her eyes. "Bruising.. infection.. bite marks.. heavy bleeding showing signs of ruptured.."
"Heyy.." He cut her off, pulling her closer to himself while stroking her hair, back and arms in effort to soothe her. "Sshh..it'll be alright.."
"How can they be so cruel, Armaan? How can they do this to a fifteen year old? All her dreams, all her hopes, everything's gone." She questioned quietly, locking her hazel orbs into his sky blue ones. "She was sold. By her own Mother! And she's right to be worried about her other sister and brother. She was her mother Armaan!" Riddhima repeated, feeling her throat clog itself up once more, while she gave in to another sob.
"I know, Ridz. I know.." he replied softly, pulling her into his broad chest again while she shed a few more tears on behalf of Aliyah, not caring that was now hugging the guy she'd been attracted to ever since she'd first gotten to know him well. So she'd been crushing on him for at least a whole year? How had she managed, her heart questioned when it realized the warmth of his arms around her. But she'd much rather have that warmth in any other way instead of the situation they were in now.
Riddhima couldn't leave Aliyah alone, so they decided to sit in her room, by the bedside in the middle of the night and discuss the whole ordeal over a cup of coffee.
"Where did you find her?" he asked, once he brought a kettle, two mugs, and the other necessary ingredients from the kitchen.
"Outside the post office. On ____ street."
"Right, do you remember seeing anything suspicious? Anyone suspicious?" His voice grew concerned as he watched Riddhima contemplate that question. "I hope they didn't see you help her."
"No, I don't think they did." She replied quickly. "I remember seeing about four or five of them, from the corner of my eyes. And it's was dark and everything, but I'm pretty sure one had curly hair." Her eyes closed automatically as she started trying to picture the scene in her mind. But the only thing that came up was Aliyah's haunted face and almost immediately, she opened them again.
"Ok, Riddhima. I'll lay down the facts straight for you." His eyes hardened. "India is known as the epicentre of Human Trafficking. There are about 1.2 million children caught up in the slave market, according to recent figures. And these aren't even determined, as there could be several more which no one knows about. Some of them stay in brothels in India, while others get transported to other countries." She drew her breath in. "Major countries, UAE and European countries, but there have been some cases of girls being taken to Africa as well. India isn't the only place women are kidnapped from. Many are taken from parts of Asia and Africa."
"Armaan.." she whispered, unable to believe the statistics. So high! And yet she went around every day with a blind eye?!
"I know." He grieved. "This market is the highest profit making market in the world, coming probably a close second to drug trafficking. The people behind this work in different ways. They kidnap kids, deceive young adults under false job opportunities in different countries, or basically buy girls off poor mothers who are left with no alternative." He gestured to Aliyah. "There have been women sold off by their own boyfriends as well, and taken to a place where they don't know the language, and even if by any chance someone sees the pain they go through, they overlook it for their own.. well.. 'pleasure'.." Armaan finished, his tone laced with utter contempt while Riddhima just listened on numbly, knowing she had been aware of things like this but letting it take a backseat. How harsh and big the reality was, no one knew or bothered to look.
"But Armaan.. don't these people..?" she faded off as the image of a faceless, rich, skanky guy with an overlarge belly filled her mind. "Even if they know what's happening. They don't care do they? They never bother."
"No, they don't. That, and sometimes they're just ignorant. When they call those shady places for women to spend the night with, for some different spice in their lives, they never think once about whether the woman or girl is being forced to do it or not. Maybe they're bored of their own sex lives, or don't have any." He sighed, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.
"But Armaan, what could they get from girls as young as ten?"
"It's disgusting, I know. But there are beasts who exist in this world that have certain.." he paused looking for the right word. "..affiliation with young girls. And this addiction, attraction, interest, whatever you like to call it, empowers their forty, fifty year old humanity."
"That's if humanity was ever there in the first place." Riddhima put in sourly, her eyes stinging again, as she thought of a poor ten year old girl forced to do something she'd probably never even heard about in her life. Her innocence, her dreams, her life, all snatched away by cruel ' they weren't even fit to be called people ' beings that cared for nothing but money. Money, money and more money.
"Oh, you'd be surprised at how people's minds twist as they age and as they acclaim more wealth." He laughed bitterly, "Politicians, business men, high class societies, actors. They all have a secret life hidden behind the camera that comes alive when the sun goes down and stays dormant when it's up. The amount of people that shockingly contribute to this business, intentionally and unintentionally is massive! Heard of casting couch?" He received a nod in reply.
"So the girls grow up being prostitutes and not knowing it's actually wrong." She whispered back, unaware that her cheeks were now wet with glistening tears. Her gaze lifted to Armaan's, who was busy circling his fingers on the edge of his now empty cup.
"A habit I picked up from my boss.." he replied as he caught her staring. She shook her head ever so slightly, drying the dampness on her face, then put her fingers on his hand, giving it a light squeeze. He turned it and reciprocated her hold.
"Thanks for being here.."
He gave her one of his half smiles that still managed to pierce through her heart light a bright sun ray breaking into a thick cloud successively.
"Anytime. But you know what you've got to do as soon as possible right?"
Riddhima frowned in slight confusion.
"I've saved the clothing sample, if that's what you.."
"No, I don't mean that. But it's good you did. We'll need to separate and try identifying the DNA. I meant, first thing in the morning, get Aliyah checked up for any STDs. I doubt any of those bas***ds would be wearing protection. And assure her she's always safe. Maybe if you let Muskaan and Rahul know as well, they'll be able to help."
Riddhima nodded in response and watched him get up.
"I'll pass this on to my boss. And with any luck, we'll have an investigation launched before the end of tomorrow, or today." He looked at his watch.
"Armaan.." she called, getting up herself. She led him out of the room, into the entrance and sitting room, where a set of caramel coloured sofas matched the dark brown curtains drawn across the windows. "Can you take this case yourself?"
"Yeah.. probably. If I ask."
"Good." She nodded. "I don't trust anyone else."
There was a moment of silence between them as they both delved into each other's eyes, developing the bond of faith and friendship that they had between them by at least ten folds.
"Good night Riddhima." He flashed his charming dimples at her once before leaning in, kissing her cheeks and leaving her in a rush of emotions.
"Armaan.." she called him once more and this time, he was out on the porch as he turned back.
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight.."
He nodded and blinked once, smiling again. She gave him a small one in return and shut the door as he got into his car, feeling as though some part of her was missing already. Finally, she watched him leave from the window as he drove out, and turned to look at the time. Bloody hell, it was already four in the morning, and resident doctors had to report to work by ten latest! Riddhima made her way back to the bedroom, and looked at Aliyah's peaceful face, knowing the medication was doing its job. Leaving a caring kiss on her forehead, she snuggled in next to her, waiting for sleep to engulf her after an emotionally, mega long, turbulent night full of revelations and heartaches.
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Chapter 1 complete. Pretty short, I know but that's all I could put in..😃
I'm sending the pms for this chapter out from my normal account, and that's only because I can't post links in my pm one..😕 But add Sanaa-pm if you haven't already coz I'll think of a way round this..😆
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