T/W- Women Abuse.

Y E A R S   A G O

B O N D I T A -   A G E, 13 

A N I R U D H - A G E, 16

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UNEDITED

I ran towards my house with all the strength my legs could acquire, my breathing pace increased as I jumped up the fallen tree, grabbing the vines for extra speed, it wasn't helping. 

My braided hair flew backwards, I tucked my skirt up in my waist while my anklets and bangles chimed like never. 

Swear beads formed in my head as I raised my hands to wipe my tears away, I ran through the trees and interlocked logs. 

No, not again, please mother Durga, keep my mother safe, please. 

I reached my house and gripped the wooden door sill of my hut to catch some breath, I placed my hand on my chest, heaving. 

I looked at my thrashed house, hearing screams coming from inside, I walked inside, my heart on my throat, I gasped with a whimper when I saw my mother on the floor, holding my alcoholic father's feet who a stick in his hand. 

He hurt her again. 

''Can't you just not do a single job properly woman?'' My father roared kicking her right in the guts, mother clutched her stomach and cried, tears streaming down her eyes.

I looked at my 17-year-old brother who sat on the side, he had his leg over the other and snickered at the sight, as if he was enjoying what was unravelling, fury burst through me at this.

I went numb when I saw my dad grab a knife, walking towards her, he bend down and gripped her forearms, pulling a limp mother up, he threw her onto the chair, her hands shivering. 

I closed my mouth in horror as he went towards mother with a knife, before he could do anything, I went and grabbed his hand, making his blood-red eyes shoot at me, he was so drunk and scary, I shuddered. 

''No father, you won't hurt her again, otherwise'' I start looking around and grabbing another knife that lay on the floor and aimed it at him with teary eyes and shivering hands. ''I'll do something that I will regret, please'' I whisper. 

He just cackled and grabbed my wrists and yanked them, a huge wave of pain shot through my body at the, he towered over me and held my hand like that, I screamed in pain, It felt like I broke a bone, his other hand with the knife came to my neck, I went numb as I heard my mother scream. It hurt mentally than physically.

''You'll not threaten me you little twit, go mind your own business yes? Or else you're the one who is going to be killed, now get away'' he seethed, throwing me, my head hit the wall beside me, a stinging pain blurred me, I looked at my wrist, darkened in red due to his grip. 

And before I could stop him, I heard a blood-curdling scream, tears ran out of my eyes as I looked at mother, I felt my heart stop beating. 

The knife's blade was buried into her thigh, her cloth drenched in her own blood as it dripped onto the floor, all the colour of my beautiful's mother's face faded away as she sat there, numb.

A wave of revelation passed through father's face as I saw him back away, there was fear in his eyes, no regret, just fear.

My coward of a father ran away before I could say anything, my brother sat there, watching all this with a smile, how did he become so cold-hearted?

''Mother, oh my god, mother'' I panic, wiping the tears that came down at an innumerable pace, I looked at the knife and her eyes simultaneously, what will I do? I felt my heart shatter.

I looked at Bhargav, my brother, who just started whistling and walking away, I glared at his back, hot tears pouring out. My lips quivered in pain and anger that I couldn't control. 

''I-I'll do something maa, I-I will call the sepoys stationed outside, I'll do anything,  just hold on mom, please'' I beg wiping her tears, her skin cold as ice, her breaths shallow, I felt her blood on my feet, she's losing too much blood.

Before I could turn and run, I felt her cold hand grab mine, I looked back at her, my heartbreaking watching her.

''N-No Bondita, don't'' she whispered, by I didn't listen, I can't let my mother die like this, I dashed outside, my legs numb from all the running, I ran till I saw the guard in a gun standing in khaki. 

''Sir, Sir please help us, sir m-my mother, I, Sir please help'' I folded my hands and begged at him, he looked down at me, his face twisted in confusion.

''Hey Hey kid, what happened? Breathe'' he said in my language, he's an Indian British soldier, I breathed a sigh of relief. 

''M-my father, he tried to k-kill my mother, h-he jabbed a knife into my mother thigh, she's dying, p-please help'' I explain, my lips quivering as I let out a sob. 

''Oh Lord Krishna, that is bad'' he whispers to himself, bending down to wipe my tears away, his warm hands holding my face, I nodded, whimpering.

''But child, I can't help you, not until my officer orders me to, I am so sorry'' he answers, his eyes filled with guilt, my heart dropped.

''But she's dying! My father will come back for her! You have to imprison him, help us!'' I please tugging his shirt, he sighed sadly, shaking his head. 

I inhaled sharply and walked into the station, a white officer sitting there, inhaling smoke from a cigar, a nonchalant expression on his face. 

''Help me sir'' I say banging on his table, he was startled, he raked his eyes over me in confusion, his brows knotting.

''What are you doing here you dirty thing, get out'' he snapped arrogantly, I wiped my tears and breathed hard, will no one help my mother? 

''You have to help my mother, please'' I whisper, crossing my finger at him, pleading, my cheeks went redraw at the times I wiped my tears. 

''I don't have time for beggers like you, go tell your mother to mind her own business, fight with her husband? It happens here, not a big deal, such a petty case, as if I have no other job to do'' he haughtily says, I gritted my teeth. 

''You have to help her!'' I yell, instantly regretting it when I saw anger line his face, he stood up and walked towards me, towering over me. 

''You little bitch'' he cussed grabbing my wrist, I yelped in pain, he held the same place my father did and it hurt more as he touched a raw wound, he dragged me outside, I tried to pull my hand from him, but it didn't help.

''Please, I beg you, please'' I go one pleading as he dragged me outside the station. The Indian Sepoy looking at me in pity. 

''You littl-'' before he could complete his words, we heard a motor car stop beside us, the door opening and shutting after a break of seconds. 

''What is happening here officer?'' an authoritative feminine voice boomed, we turned our heads to a lady, draped in the best silk, adorned in the purest gold and face of power, elegance and grace. I noticed her left hand on her stomach, she was pregnant.

She looked not more than 27. 

''Badi Zamindarni Shubra Roy Choudhary, greetings'' the British officer left my hand and bowed meekly, I felt intimidated by her presence, she looked calm yet scary. 

''Oh not a big deal Zamindarni, this little girl had her stupid issues and-'' I gasped when heard a slap, the woman slapped the officer right across his face, so hard that it left her fingerprints and ring marks

The officer looked down in shame, saying nothing, I closed my mouth with my hands, watching this power unravelling, this lady is one of a kind.

Her doe shaped eyes darted towards me, I gulped audibly as she walked towards me, I retreated back, looking down, unable to meet the gaze of such a high caste person. 

''Do you not know that every person here deserves justice? Then why are you even an officer?'' she roared, ripping the badge off his shirt making him gasp, she threw it to the side, the badge shattering, I gasped.

Oh my my.

''Tell me, little child, what is wrong?'' her eyes and voice softened as she asked me, I felt more comfortable. 

I inhaled deeply and started telling her everything from the start, how my father always hurt my mother drunk and how we had to endure it always, till today's incident. 

''And he jabbed a knife straight into her thighs, she's bleeding and dying, please help us, sire'' I beg, folding my hands at her, I saw rage pass her eyes as she heard what I said. 

''Thomas!'' she yelled at the British officer, he looked up and stood straight in fear. 

''Go find, Arvind Das, no more court, heed my order, imprison him, this is my verdict, my order should be passed this moment'' she said in authority, he saluted and walked away while I looked at her in awe. 

''And'' she started before pulling a bag from her motor car, looking at me ''Take me to your mother, sweet child'' she softly touched my head, I retreated back as if I touched fire.

''N-No sire, please don't touch me, I'm an outcast you? Our queen, please don't'' I say, folding my hands at her, she laughed sweetly.

''Such an innocent child, take me to your mother, I'll explain everything to you later'' she says something I didn't understand, I nod and walk towards the hut. 

''Oh mother Durga, this is bad'' I heard Zamindarni say as she walked towards my mother, even maa was taken aback by seeing Shubra Roy Choudhary here. 

''Zamindarni?'' my mother whispered weakly and Shubra softly nodded. ''You here? In an outcas-'' 

''Shh Sumati, I don't want to hear anything, I'm a doctor, I know how to heal you, now let me'' Zamindarni says before talking some strange things from her bad along with some pliers looking object, needle and thread, bottles of medicines labelled with something I couldn't decipher.

''Well, to make you forget this pain, I'll tell you my strange story'' Zamindarni started, wiping the blood with a clean cloth, before doing something with the plier. 

''I used to be an outcast as well, just like you'' she started making us gasp, she was an outcast as well? Then how did she end up being Binoy Roy Choudhary's wife, the mother to his kids? A high cast never marries a low cast. 

My mother whimpered in pain as Shubra softly twisted the medical plier in pulled the knife out, making the pain less with some liquid I didn't know what it was. Shubra placed the needle on the starting of mum's skin. 

''This is sterilized needle and string, and you will never get infectious like the threat used here, it's dangerous, but this won't harm, it will only help you heal faster'' Shubra explained softly digging the needle into mother's long gash. 

''One day, Binoy Babu and Trilochan Dada was lost in this very woods, I used to live in the other village, an outcast as well, they went for hunting and didn't know how to come back, they were young, Binoy babu was 20 and Da was 25 and me? I used to be 16,'' she explains sewing the wound up, making the blood flow stop. 

''I found them, helped them out of the forest, safety, it used to swarm with deadly animals, but I didn't let them get hurt, they were indebted to me, but I kept a secret just to myself, It was love at first for me, for that youngest son of the Roy Choudhary'' she chuckled to herself when she said these, I smiled at the thought.

''But I wasn't a fool, I knew I could never get him, he was a high cast of course, but I couldn't stop thinking about him, how kind and good-looking he was'' she says applying a strange ointment over my mother's wound. 

''I used to be a Ved's daughter, so I also healed their hunt wounds, in a way, I actually saved their life. I was surprised to hear Trilochan da is a celibate, I was afraid if Binoy Babu ended up being a celibate, but he wasn't'' she says placing a sterile clothe over mother's wound. I was so lost in her story and so was mum.

''He came to me every day, I never knew why, but I knew sooner that our feeling was mutual, even though it was against the society's rules, we loved each other, even Da supported cause he was indebted to me, their mother was bitchy, they tried to hurt me, but in the end, we tied the knot, so you see, I am just like you'' she ends the story patting my mother's cheeks. 

''To conclude, I'll make sure, that you both are safe for the rest of your life, I may not be here for long, cause I'm having my third child'' she laughs softly before placing her hand on my cheek. 

''But I promise you, my child, even if I am not here, there will be someone like to be here for people like you because I'm growing a person just like me, he'll continue my good deeds'' she says bending to my height.

''Who sire?'' I ask, tilting my head in confusion. 

''My son Anirudh Roy Choudhary'' 

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Ouch, that was emotional trauma, I tried my best to portray the emotions, hope it came out right!

But hope y'all enjoyed this! Wrote it when was I was half-asleep.

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