Present day....

Bahar poore Singhania Mansion mein Holi ka jashn chal raha tha. Dhol ki thap, logon ke qahqahe, aur costly champagne ke glasses ki khankhanahat bathroom ki marble ki deewaron se takra kar andar aa rahi thi.

Lekin iss band, thande bathroom ke andar... sirf paani ke girne ki aawaaz thi

Anshi basin ke paas bilkul be-jaan, sunn khadi thi. Uske haath mirror ke cold marble counter par tike the, aur woh blank eyes se aaine mein apne rang se pote hue chehre ko dekhe ja rahi thi. Uski aankhon mein na koi gussa tha, na koi cheekh... sirf ek khali-pan tha, jaise wahan koi rooh bachi hi na ho.

​Bahar se dhol ki thap aur qahqahon ki aawaaz aane ke bawajood, woh bas apne aks ko takti rahi.

Phir... uske kaanpte hue, safeid pad chuke haath dhiire-dhiire aage badhe. Usne apni ungliyon se gaalon par jame g laal aur purple gullaal ko ragdna shuru kiya. Pehle dhiire se... aur phir behad teez, violent tarike se. Woh apne hi chehre ko aise ragad rahi thi jaise woh uss rang ke saath Abhimaan ki thappad ki jalan, uske chhoonay ki gandgi, aur iss narak ke har ek ehsaas ko apni skin se uded kar phenk dena chahti ho.

​Uski skin laal padne lagi, raw hone lagi, lekin woh ruk nahi rahi thi.

Usne furan nal ko poora khol diya. Barf jaisa thanda paani tez dhaar ke saath basin mein girne laga. Anshi ne dono haathon mein paani bhara aur ek jhatke ke saath apne ragde hue chehre par phenka.

Paani ke chheetay lagte hi red aur purple rang gaadha hokar white marble basin mein behne laga...

Jaise-jaise gaalon se gullaal ka laal rang saaf ho raha tha... aaine mein uski asli, raw sacchai bahar aa rahi thi.

Dahine gaal par Abhimaan ke uss behad violent thappad ka paanchon ungliyon wala neela-kaala nishan, jo abhi bhi aag ki tarah sulag raha tha. Honton ke kinare se saaf hua rang apne piche ek phata hua, paka hua zakhm chhod gaya tha jahan se paani lagte hi tezaab jaisi jalan ho rahi thi. Skin jagah-jagah se chhil chuki thi. Gardan aur shoulder blade par Abhimaan ki ungliyon aur daanton ke woh gehre, violent, kaale-neele daag saaf dikh rahe the-us brutal marital rape ke raw nishan jo abhi kuch hi minutes pehle Abhimaan ne use issi bathroom ke cold marble wall se chipka kar, uski saree ke pallu ko faad kar uske saath kiya tha.

"Aah..."

Ek behad painful, gala cheerne wali dabi hui sisski uske phate hue honton se nikli. Uski suji hui, khoon se laal aankhon se garam-garam aansu beh kar basin ke thande paani mein milne lage. Paani ki dhaar jab hont ke khule zakhm par padti, toh uska poora jism ek jhatke ke saath kaanp uthta.

Har ek saans lene par uski ribs mein dard ka ek zordaar jhatka lagta tha. Kampkampi itni teez thi ki uske daant aapas mein baj rahe the. Kamar aur lower abdomen mein uthte hue 6-week pregnancy ke meetha-meetha, sharp, twisting cramps uski saans rok rahe the. Aisa lag raha tha jaise uske pet ke andar koi suiyan chobha raha ho. Uskay ghutne thar-thar kaanp rahe the, lag raha tha ki jism ab ek second bhi wazan nahi utha payega.

​14 ki umr mein woh pehla assault... aur ab 21 ki umr mein biwi ka tag laga kar har din yeh brutal rape, aur violent thappad.

Holi ka rang toh paani se dhul kar beh gaya... lekin Abhimaan ke diye hue yeh zakhmi nishan, uski aatma par laga woh dhabba, uski cheekhein, aur yeh roz ka narak kabhi nahi dhul sakta tha. Aaine mein dikhti hui woh 21 saal ki Anshi ab insaan lag hi nahi rahi thi... balki ek aisi completely broken, raw, helplessness se bhari zinda laash lag rahi thi jise har din iss haveli ke shaitan zinda khate the.

​Anshi ke ghutne aakhirkar jawab de gaye. Uski ungliyan basin se phisal gayi aur woh ek jhatke ke saath bathroom ke icy cold, gande paani waale marble farsh par gir padi.

THUD!

​Uskay zakhmi jism ke farsh se takrate hi uske munh se ek dardnak cheekh nikalne hi wali thi ki usne furan apni bheegi saree ka palla apne phate hue hont aur munh par tight dabh liya. Uska doosra haath kaanpate hue uske lower belly par chala gaya-us 6-week ki secret pregnancy aur andar pal rahi masoom jaan ko iss icy cold floor aur violent cramps se bachane ki helpless koshish mein.

​Woh thande farsh par pet ke bal dohri ho gayi. Bahar dhol ki thap aur Abhimaan ke doston ke haseen qahqahe goonj rahe the... aur andar woh bheege, gande farsh par tapan, bukhar, aur phate hue jism ke saath silent tears bahati hui apni aakhri saansein ginte hue sisak rahi thi.

Tabhi... bathroom ke bhari wooden door par bilkul neche se, ek behad nanhi aur kaanpti hui dastak hui.

​THUD... THUD...

​"Mamma... Mamma... kholo nanh... Mamma crying..."

2 saal ki masoom Aarvi bathroom ke darwaze ke bahar, farsh par apne chhote-chhote ghutnon ke bal baithi hui thi. Uske chhote haath darwaze ke nichle hisse ko thap-thapaye ja rahe the. Uski tooti-phooti, phati hui aawaaz mein ek aisa be-bas khauf tha jo poori haveli ke dhol aur qahqahon ke shor ko cheer kar Anshi ke kaan tak pahunch gaya.

​Aarvi ki aawaaz sunte hi Anshi ka dil jaise seene mein phat hi gaya.

​Abhimaan ke brutal assault ki wajah se uske jism par raw nishan bane hue the; uske torn blouse ke andar se bitten, bruised breast aur nipples se khoon ris kar bheege kapdon par phail raha tha, jise paani ki thandak aur teez jalan aag ki tarah sulga rahi thi.

​Darwaze ke neeche se aati Aarvi ki woh nanhi, phati hui pukaar-"Mamma crying..."-Anshi ke dil mein kisi zeher bhari suyi ki tarah chubh gayi.

​Usne apne phate hue, bleeding honton se saree ke palle ko chhoda aur floor par phisalte hue, ghutnon ke bal khud ko darwaze ki taraf ghaseeta. Uski nange paon, zakhmi kohniyan, aur torn blouse se nikalta khoon wet marble par ek laal dhaar chhod raha tha. Uski aatma har ek inch ke saath uded rahi thi.

Usne kaanpte hue apne safeid pad chuke haath ko door ke nichle hisse par tika diya, jahan se Aarvi ke chhote-chhote haathon ki dastak aa rahi thi.

​"Aa-Aarvi... bacha..." Anshi ne apni aawaaz ke dard ko chhupate hue, bilkul dabi hui, baith chuki phusphusahat mein kaha. "Mamma... Mamma yahan hai, mera bacha... rona nahi... please mera bacha..."

"Mamma! Door kholo nanh... Aarvi scared..." Aarvi ne apne chhote se sar ko wooden door ke nichle hisse par tek diya. Uski billakhne ki aawaaz ab saaf sunayi de rahi thi. "Buri Papa... Mamma maara ko... Aarvi Mamma paas aana..."

Anshi ke gale se ek behad raw, lacerating sisski nikli. Usne farsh par apna gaal tika diya aur apni zakhmi, neeli pad chuki ungliyon se Aarvi ki un nanhi ungliyon ko jhakad liya. Aarvi ki soft thandak aur uski beti ka ehsaas milte hi Anshi ke laal, suji hui aankhon se garam aansoo beh kar farsh ke icy paani mein milne lage.

​"Papa ne kuch nahi kiya, baby... Mamma bas... Mamma bas gir gayi thi..." Anshi ne jhooth bola, par uski kampkampi aur phati hui aawaaz uske har ek zakhm ka pata de rahi thi. Usne darwaze par apna sar peet liya. "Aap jao, mera bacha... .. Mamma abhi aati hai... please..."

Tabhi... corridor ke kone se Abhimaan ke heavy leather boots ki aawaaz aane lagi-TAP... TAP... TAP.

​Aarvi ka rona aur heavy shoes ki aawaaz paas aate hi Anshi ke seene mein khauf se saans atang gayi.

Corridor se aate violent shoes ki aawaaz-TAP... TAP... TAP-bilkul bathroom ke darwaze ke paas aakar ruk gayi. Sharab ki kadvi bo aur shaitani tezaab se bhari hawa bathroom ke door ke neeche se andar tak mehsoos hone lagi.

​Aarvi ne jaisey hi unn heavy shoes ko dekha, uski behad nanhi, phati hui aawaaz ek darr ke marey sisski mein badal gayi. Usne apni ungliyan Anshi ki ungliyon se kheenchi aur bathroom door se chipak kar thar-thar kaanpne lagi.

​BANG!

Abhimaan ne apne heavy leather shoe se wooden door par ek violent kick maari. Door ki lakdi se ek khoufnak aawaaz nikli, jis se 2 saal ki masoom Aarvi farsh par peeche ki taraf uchhal kar gir padi aur uske munh se ek behad painful cheekh nikli.

"Kachra kahin ki! Yahan kyun padi lekar ro rahi hai?" Abhimaan ki tezaab jaisi, violent aawaaz poore corridor mein goonji. Usne neche jhuk kar Aarvi ke chhotay se baazoo ko behad jagann tarike se jhakda aur use hawa mein kheencha. "Ja yahan se, warna abhi neeche phenk dunga!"

​"Paa-Papa... Mamma... Mamma..." Aarvi hawa mein latakti hui, darr ke maare billakh-billakh kar rone lagi. Uski nanhi taangein darr ke maare hawa mein hil rahi thin.

​Door ke andar farsh par doobi hui Anshi ke seene se ek raw, lacerating cheekh nikli. Aarvi ki ro-ro kar dum ghutne wali aawaaz sunte hi 102-degree bukhar aur lower belly ke 6-week pregnancy ke violent, twisting cramps ka saara dard jaise ek second ke liye gaayab ho gaya.

​"Abhimaan! Nahi! Aarvi ko mat chhoo-na... please!" Anshi ne bathroom ke wet marble floor par apne zakhmi ghutnon aur kohniyon ko ragadte hue khud ko aage kheencha. Uski phati saree aur zakhmi skin floor par khoon ke nishan chhod rahi thi.

​BANG! BANG!

​Abhimaan ne door ke handle ko violent tarike se ghumaya aur darwaze par haath se zordaar thappad maare.

​"Anshi! Khol yeh darwaza ek second ke andar!" Abhimaan ki aawaaz mein ek chilling, murderous rage tha. "Agar agley teen second mein yeh door nahi khula... toh iss bachi ko issi balcony se neeche phenk dunga! TRIPLE COUNTING SHURU... ONE!"

​"Nahi... khol rahi hoon! Khol rahi hoon, please Aarvi ko mat maaro!"

​Anshi ne farsh ko pakad kar khud ko uthane ki koshish ki. Uske ghutne thar-thar kaanp rahe the, 102-degree bukhar mein jism aag jaisa tap raha tha, aur lower belly mein suiyan chubh rahi thin. Woh do baar wapas icy cold floor par giri-THUD!-par apni beti ki jaan bachane ke liye usne kaanpte hue haathon se basin ka sahara liya aur khadi hui.

​Uske phate, bleeding honton se khoon ki dhaar uske neck ke raw marks par ris rahi thi. Usne kaanpte hue haathon se lock par finger rakhi aur use unlock kar diya.

​CLICK.

Anshi ki kaanpti hui ungliyon se lock khulte hi, Abhimaan ne darwaze par ek violent dhakka maara.

​BANG!

​Door khulte hi Abhimaan ne Aarvi ke chhote se baazoo ko behad violent tarike se chhod diya. Aarvi wet floor par phisalne hi wali thi ki Anshi ne apne 102-degree bukhar mein tapte, raw aur zakhmi jism ki aakhri taqat bator kar aage chhalang lagayi.

​Usne Aarvi ko zameen par girne se pehle hi lapak kar apne bheege, zakhmi seene se chipka liya.

​"Mamma-a-a!" Aarvi ne darr ke maare apna chhota sa sar Anshi ki gardan mein chhupa liya, aur uske chhote-chhote haath Anshi ke torn blouse ko tight pakadne lage.

​Anshi floor par pet aur ghutnon ke bal baith gayi, aur usne apne poore jism ko ek shield ki tarah Aarvi ke upar mod liya. Uska zakhmi shoulder, uski phati hui saree, aur torn blouse ke andar se bitten, bruised chest aur raw marks directly Abhimaan ke samne the. Lower belly mein 6-week pregnancy ke violent, twisting cramps ne uski saans ghot di thi, aur uske phate, bleeding honton se khoon ris kar Aarvi ke baalon par gir raha tha.

​Abhimaan ne ek shaitan ki tarah aage badh kar apne heavy leather boots se Anshi ke zakhmi jism ko dekha.

​"Tujhe kya laga tha, Anshi? Ki iss kachre ko apne seene se chipka kar tu mujhe rok legi?" Abhimaan ki icy, tezaab jaisi aawaaz bathroom ke sannaate mein goonji.

​"A-Abhimaan... please..." Anshi ne Aarvi ke sar ko apne kaanpte haathon se aur tight dabh liya. Usne floor par jhuk kar Abhimaan ke boots par apna phata hua gaal tek diya. "Mujhe maar lo... jo karna hai mere jism ke sath karo... meri beti par haath mat uthana... main tumhare paon padti hoon..."

​Abhimaan ne ek violent, shaitani hansi hansi. Usne neche jhuk kar Anshi ke wet, bheege baalon ko apni mutthi mein behad violent tarike se jhakad liya aur uska sar piche ki taraf kheencha.

​Anshi ke munh se ek dabi hui, lacerating cheekh nikli, par usne apne haathon ki grip Aarvi ke upar se ek second ke liye bhi dheeli nahi hone di. Aarvi uski god mein bilakh-billakh kar ro rahi thi-Mamma... Mamma...

​"Agar yeh bachi ek minute aur yahan rahi, toh main iske samne tera woh haal karunga ki yeh zindagi bhar darr ke marey bol nahi payegi," Abhimaan ne uske kaan ke paas tezaab jaisi aawaaz mein phusphusaya. "Chhod isse,

Abhimaan ne uske kaan ke paas gusse mein tezaab jaisi aawaaz mein phusphusaya. "Bahar mere business partners aur guests wait kar rahe hain. 5 minute ke andar apni yeh phati hui saree badal, zakhmon par concealer lagakar chehra saaf kar, aur tray utha kar sabhi guests ko drinks serve kar."

​Anshi ka poora jism 102-degree bukhar aur lower belly ke violent 6-week pregnancy cramps se aag ki tarah tap raha tha. Torn blouse ke andar se bitten, bruised chest par icy water ki wajah se teez jalan ho rahi thi.

​"A-Abhimaan... main... main khadi bhi nahi ho pa... aah!"

​Abhimaan ne uske baalon ko ek jhatke se chhod diya, jis se Anshi ka sar floor ke cold marble se ja takraya.

​"Mujhe tumhari yeh helpless acting nahi sunni!" Abhimaan ne uske zakhmi shoulder par apne boot se heavy pressure diya. "Agar 5 minute mein tum tray lekar hall mein drinks serve karti hui nahi dikhin... toh guests ke samne hi Aarvi ko balcony se neeche phenk dunga. Samjhi?"

​Aarvi bathroom ke kone mein bheege farsh par baithi hui darr ke marey billakh-billakh kar ro rahi thi-"Mamma... Mamma..."