Aisha Agarwal
An ambivert who loves code and books.
Lazy, foodie and oblivious. Three words which perfectly describes her.
Atharva Singh Rathore
A crown prince whose world revolves around his family and work.
Intimidating, smart and cold. Three word...
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"Yuvraj sa, what happened? Why are we going to Jodhpur? Mrs. Rathore asks as soon as I settled beside her on the chopper.
"I got a call from Vikram. He told me a woman has come to the palace seeking for justice. According to him, she is pregnant and abused." I say looking at her.
"Abused? I can't believe even after all these measures there are still women out there, being victim of violence." She says with sad face.
"Some people are entirely evil. They can never be changed and they will get punishment according to their crime. The only person we can blame is the abuser." I say to her.
"I hope the lady and baby, both are fine." She says.
I nod at her statement silently praying for their wellbeing.
Within an hour, we arrive at Jodhpur. The pilot lands the chopper in its usual place. There stands Umaid Bhawan Palace in its glory.
"Khamma Ghani, Purnima Bai sa. Khamma Ghani, Yuvraj sa." Vikram welcomes us as soon as he sees us approaching.
"Ghani Khamma." I wish him back.
"Ghani Khamma, Vikram. How are you?" Maa sa asks him.
"I am good, Bai sa. How are you?" Vikram says.
"I am good." Mrs. Rathore replies. "Where is she?"
"Ground floor guest room." He replies.
I lead them to the said room. I see a woman resting on the bed.
"Hukum." A choked sob escapes her mouth the moment she sees us.
Mrs. Rathore walks to bed and sits beside her.
"Humein bacha lijiye, Hukum. Woh log humein Marr dalenge. Aapke same hath jodti hu, humein bacha lijiye." She starts crying.
(Your highness, please save us. They will kill us. I beg you, please save us.)
"Chinta matt karo tumhein aur tumhare bachhe konkuch Nahi Hoga." Mrs. Rathore says. "Tumhara naam kya hai?"
(Don't worry, nothing will happen to you and your baby.) (What is your name?)
"Mera naam Surili hai. Aur Nahi, Bai sa. Main sirf hum dono ki baat Nahi karr rahi Hun." Saying that she starts opening her dress and I turn my gaze away from her.
(No, I am not talking about just the two of us.)
I hear a feminine gasp shortly after but still don't lift my gaze.
The lady sniffs. "Woh Sarpanch, har ek aurat ke saath badtameezi karta hai. Humein marr pitt karta hai aur-" She chokes on her sob before continuing. "Usne gau ki bohot si ladkiyo ko baltakar bhi Kiya hai. Aur agar koi bhi Uske khilaf aawaj uthaye toh who uses Jaan se marr dalta hain. Police bhi Uske saath mili huyi hain. Usne toh apni beti aur bahu ko bhi nahi chhoda"
