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Awesome post jasleen... 😛

Originally posted by: Arias

Awesome post jasleen... 😛

Nice work jasleen..lovd it... 👏

WHEN are you planning to update this...I'm dying here you know!!!Be prepared to give a speech on my funeral if u don't save me asap!!!! Plz...

Originally posted by: Arias

Nice work jasleen..lovd it... 👏

Originally posted by: Kaya13

WHEN are you planning to update this...I'm dying here you know!!!Be prepared to give a speech on my funeral if u don't save me asap!!!! Plz...

hey jasleen m back! And to make it clear it was my real sis who got engaged..so my mum and my sis were naturally hyperventilating,i and my bro never knew whether she was crying or laughing.m late bcoz 1.m lazy sumtimes,2.my poor sister was not well after engagement. Have u ever interrupted a couple talking on cell, i have discovered its quite a fun of course teasing both of them part.oh gods! I was getting distracted,so back to update. Hmm wen u r dating sum1 frm rival party its is going to happen,u cant marry him without media going crazy. And cud u just enlighten me bout this devdasi concept.i have sum suspicions but m not fully sure about their roles. I feel sad bcoz Indians are controlled by priests or who call them the messiahs. People actually fear them. Shit i cud write a whole article on this but i doubt anyone will really pay attention.huh! Got a lots of pending studies to complete,so i am not sure if i would be able to visit forum regularly.

Originally posted by: Aphrodyte

hey jasleen m back! And to make it clear it was my real sis who got engaged..so my mum and my sis were naturally hyperventilating,i and my bro never knew whether she was crying or laughing.m late bcoz 1.m lazy sumtimes,2.my poor sister was not well after engagement. Have u ever interrupted a couple talking on cell, i have discovered its quite a fun of course teasing both of them part.oh gods! I was getting distracted,so back to update. Hmm wen u r dating sum1 frm rival party its is going to happen,u cant marry him without media going crazy. And cud u just enlighten me bout this devdasi concept.i have sum suspicions but m not fully sure about their roles. I feel sad bcoz Indians are controlled by priests or who call them the messiahs. People actually fear them. Shit i cud write a whole article on this but i doubt anyone will really pay attention.huh! Got a lots of pending studies to complete,so i am not sure if i would be able to visit forum regularly.

What you are about to read is Donna Paulsen approved

Chapter 12: Woman of the Hour

I will forever remember that day as a nail biting moment of my life. As her platform heels stepped foot on the podium, thousands of men glued to their televisions eager to hear what this one woman army had to say.

"Gentlemen and gentlemen", she addressed the swarm of testosterone heavy political journalists. "As I look around me, I see vulture eyes. Not because you label me a man eater, not because I despise the opposite sex but because of what you did to me. More than one of you had knowledge of this heinous act but, it was locked away as deep in your unconscious as it was mine. I see the bobbing heads go down in shame. I see all of you realizing one by one what I am talking about. For you, it is another top story. For me, it is the nightmare I live every day I go to bed".

There was nothing soft about her demeanour. Her heavily patterned full length skirt lacked its graceful train, the polka dot dupatta was stiff like raw khaadi and her sun brown coppers were chained back in an oval bun. Her double edged sword of a maangteeka swung as she spoke with zeal in her throat.

"Today, I speak of a time I inked in my black parts, the kind you tuck away from the eye. The kind you are all ashamed of, the kind you wish you never had. I talk about my womanhood. My mentor, the respected Mr. Roger Fernandez, threw me in a brothel of Sonagachi to document the lives of prostitutes. See what its like to starve, to have the daylight beaten out of you, to have your self-worth spat on, crushed into a million little pieces to quench the thirsty ego of a construction worker. I saw things that no child should have to see. I went without food, without light, without love for days, weeks and months. I didn't want to have to tell you this but you, you and you forced me. The giant of Indian politics, Jayte Party and its leader aadarniye Bittuji thought they'd bring me to my knees. I will tell you this, I cannot, shall not, will not………..I refuse to go down without a fight".

I picked up the phone and dialed the head office. There was no way Bittuji had a hand in this. The woman was playing tricks. She was jealous of his success. She was trying to prolong her fifteen minutes of fame. Maybe this was all a lie. Maybe this was the trump card Roger had hidden away. Yes, this is why Roger stopped talking to Bittuji. Their fall out was his convoluted plan to destroy my mentor and I was not about to let this happen.

I thought out our next course of action in the few seconds it took for the phone to pass from the hierarchy of assistants in to hands of the man in demand, Bittuji. Meanwhile, her speech was just reaching its climax.

"Midnight of December 8th, 2006 a drunk man with a heavy frame and short stature knocked on my door in the secluded slum of the red light district. I ignored the calls mistaking him for another customer who had lost his way. But, he had gunmen armed with riffles. They pierced through the rotten wood with sharp bullets. He was inside within seconds and on top of me in minutes. My duppatta lay on the other corner of the room closing its eyes in horror. He ripped open the fabric on my chest and exhaled his liquor stink down my throat. With a teary eye, I kicked his testicles and he fell back. I called for help and Roger came in the nick of time. I was that lucky rich bas***d girl millions around me don't get to be. Know what he said to Roger? 'Go tell the police, I will make sure the babas name her a daayan. I will make sure she never steps foot into politics again'. Roger took me to a hypnotist and I spent years trying to erase the memory this man brought up again. That you brought up again. You are all my wrong doers".

She was spitting fire and I did not know which way to look.

"Bittuji, what is happening? Are you alright? Did you know about this?"

I was anxious to hear the answer. I refused to believe a word she said and nothing but Bittuji's voice would calm my anxiety.

"We had a tape from her starter days. It was all real but my face was blurred. Somehow, she found out. Don't worry, we got it to the media first and we've talked to the radicals. We're fine. India is not liberal as you young bloods make it out to be".

A loud, thudding sound rang in my ears in place of his broken Hindi. With her one truth, my world came crashing down. I picked up my car keys and rushed to the conference venue as fast as humanly possible.

A/N: This story will be ending soon. Tentative limit of 4 more chapters. Please feel free to share your opinions on if or not you like the twist and/or the execution. I want to know the truth and nothing but the truth.

OMG! Poor Madhu that is a lot to go thorough as a child, as a adolescent, especially a young woman. No wonder she despises men like Bittuji I mean who wouldn't unless you are kept in the dark like Rishab was. I hope to see Rishab doing something about this. It was rather an unexpected twist, but I always thought that something must have happened that changed Madhu the way it did, and this explains it.