Forty-Two
“I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TO TELL YOU? I AM NOT RELATED TO EITHER MOHIT FOR THAT JHUNJHUNWALA.” Fed up, Yodhya yelled banging the table. “YOU PEOPLE ARE TRAPPING ME. IT WAS A PLAN. ISN’T IT? FIRST SURI BROUGHT ME HERE. THEN, YOU ASSUALTED ME. WE HAVE AN ALTERCATION AND THE NEXT MORNING, YOU INVITE MY FRIENDS TO CHEER ME UP. IT WAS ALL SWEET UP HERE! BUT YOU HAVE TO FAME ME FOR SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER DONE. WHY? SO, YOU COULD PUNISH ME!”
Eyes red as bloodshot, nose running watery, mouth patched dry, and hairs falling on the face in a dishevelled mess; she resembled a woman who had just stepped out of a deadly calamity which had almost resulted in a painful death.
The feeling of helplessness is the most dreadful experience one could ever go through
