I would like to dedicate this part to my lovely sis MrsArnuu If not for her, the end of this part wouldn't be beautiful like it has now. Love you dear 😘😘😘😘😘

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Anjali tossed and turned on the hard floor. Her breathing becomes laboured proving her lungs and heart are still active. Her ears perked up and eyes opened wide at the shriek of voice.

Her mind pursued her to get up and see what the sound was about whereas her brain failed to order the limbs. Her limbs lay flat tied up with a rope. Her mouth opened hollow trying to grasp her breath. Her eyes flickered and near to close when she heard another shriek followed by a cry. Her brain registered the danger and ordered the limbs to move. But lack of oxygen and the tied up limbs has no option but to stay immobile.

Meanwhile, inside Shyam jumped aside in confusion hearing Khushi's shriek. He looked at his hands and her trying to analyse what would've probably hurted her that she yelled at the top of her voice.

Khushi who failed to restrict him through her physical strength used one of her antics. She shrieked without any particular reason and distracted him successfully. Apparently, any tool could be best for a good craftsman. Victoriously she knocked him down using the opportunity and made a step to escape from his clutches.

Once devil can never be an angel. And when the devil named anger blinded his senses, Shyam recovered from her folly and quickly regained himself back. Before Khushi could make out a run towards door forgetting her earlier failed attempts, she was yanked back badly. She fell right on his chest, her hairs disheveled and fell right on her face hiding her face.

She wiggled on his arms as he continued to laugh like a lunatic.

"Tsk... Tsk... Trying to act smart. No one... No one can stop me today from taking what is mine..." He bragged.

"There's nothing here which is yours." She fervently despised.

He craned his neck and raised his brows in an amused way "Your fierce... I just love that Khushiji..." She jumped  feeling his face so near her. Instantly, she stomped his feet & pushed him down at the place where it pains. He yelped in pain & that was the exact cry Anjali heard.

Anjali rolled her body with great difficulty and somewhat successful in taking a one full rotation. Applying full force she took a round again and again until she hit a thing which is nothing but a weapon she need at the moment the most.

Shyam fell down on his knees at the impact. Her determination and anger added to her bone weight gave a perfect needed shot which made him immobile for good few minutes. She released herself from his hold and looked out for something which would help her at the moment. She hurriedly tried to open the main door & the realisation hit her. Mustering her dripping courage and thoughts, she run towards the wardrobe and tried to open it. Alas! It was locked already. Then she moved towards side drawer and opened it to search for alternate keys.

But seems like her Devimaiyya decided to test her, she turned out empty handed. The seriousness of issue once again dawned on her when her eyes accidentally fell on struggling anjali who was at the moment trying to catch her breath amidst of the restrictions. Panic started to crept up. Her heart drummed in anxiety. Her lips and hands started to quiver in tension. Her mind went blank. Sweat beads already rolled down from her forehead to chin and down to throat. Her eyeballs frantically moved from left to right inside the premises of eyes. In between this her mind didn't failed to register the wincing Shyam nor the reducing yelp from him. Her brain quickly rewind her memory and found out the key on his pocket. Without wasting time, she took the comforter and throw it on his head & held him captive from behind. He tossed his head and his arm already went behind to hold Khushi. She give her best effort to strangle his neck, at least she expected a sprain or anything that would keep him abate. But her idea backfired. A sane person would've fatigued but a lunatic obsessed person will never. In no time Shyam pushed her away and threw the comforter away. His strong physical strength become his boon whereas her moral strength was her boon.

He yanked her up and threw her harshly against the poolside door. Her lips torn at the force and tears leaked out of her eyes in pain.

"You didn't done good khushiji..." He groaned and clutched her hairs tightly.

She winced in pain. He further raised her up and made her stand against the door. She hit his chest and tried to push him which awakened the beast as if he isn't already in that sense. He stepped his shoe cladded foot on her slippers cladded feet. The ear piercing scream escaped from her mouth shook the whole mansion so as Anjali.

Anjali raised her head and took her face near the thing and next moment the cover which roped over her head got a little hole letting Oxygen to travel inside the cover. She made continuous attempts by hitting her face against the sharp thing and got many holes on the cover letting the oxygen to seep inside her lungs. Never ever she thought the thing which her brother uses to groom his plants will save her life. But it did. As said earlier, anything could be a tool for a good craftsman. It's all with us to take better use of it. It took her only seconds to regain her conscious and next she tried to tear the rope tied on her hand through the same sharp thing. When she set herself all free from the clutches, she limped towards the poolside door and terrified to see the scene unfolding infront her. She knocked the door frantically. How'll she get response when she's alive and he realises his game was over? She hurriedly made a run towards the main door of her room and knocked it hardly. As if a lightning strikes at unexpected time, her brain worked. Alternative keys for all the doors and locks has been safely with Nani. In no time she limped and fell few times before reach her room again with keys. Fumbled with keys, she groaned when the door refused to open. Seeing the bunch of keys, she realised her blunder of putting wrong key on the hole.

'Breath Anjali.' She said to herself and inserted the correct key to keyhole. The door blasted open and Anjali breath robbed of her soul.

Shyam pinned khushi down with his full weight and her hands are held above whereas legs are tied with her dupatta. To her utter horror and disgust, his head was buried on her neck and she's whimpering tossing turning with all her effort.

Hearing the door sound, he lifted his head and snarled at Anjali.

"You good for nothing women..."

Anjali lurched forward and pulled him up by his hairs. Tears cascaded down her cheeks with no limit. Khushi hiccupps in both relief and disgust. She hurriedly sat down, untied her dupatta from her legs & covered herself with it. The shock didn't subsided yet and another one came in the form of Shyam who knocked Anjali down. Anjali curled herself like a ball in pain.

He laughed like a maniac averting his eyes between Anjali and Khushi "What do you both thinking of yourself? A superwoman? Haha... Haha.. A limp women and a fragile girl can knock me out. Like, really? What can you do WOMEN? You both together will not even weight equal to me & you both are showing your so called power. I pity you... Haha... Haha..."

Khushi moved back frightened by his madness. Her eyes bulged out and breath almost stuck in her throat as he cupped her jaws.

"Don't think just because this so called limp creature escaped from death will save you. See her, she's almost at verge of losing. And you, you're fragile khushiji. Don't make me harsh on you." He warned and lowered his head down.

He underestimated the power of a girl whose mental strength is unlimited compared to a man who's only strong at physical front. If she decides anything no-one can stop her. There's nothing she can't do. And it happened here too.

The moment he uttered low about woman, Anjali ego got hurt for the very first time. She realised how wounded heart and ego drives one to an extent, when she stood up and took the garden tools when she is not even in the condition to roam freely.

With all her mighty, she hit Shyam head who've just placed his lips on statued Khushi.

Shyam held his head and slumped down for few seconds. Anjali lifted her hand to hit him again. The sweet doll he've ever known has literally took Kali Avatar. But that didn't stop him from doing anything. He pulled the cutter in his arms making her stumble forward. She fell right on Khushi who shrieked and held her safely.

If his words enraged the ever sweet Anjali, the push he give to Anjali awaked the demon side of Khushi. She doesn't know what come over that she went ahead and strangled his neck with her dupatta from behind. As if she gained some superpower she applied force with triple the times of her usual strength. Meanwhile, Anjali crawled and saw the thing which fell from his pocket. She took it in her hands and made a slit on his arms. The small knife he had it for emergency helped her instead of him. Khushi grip loosened automatically seeing an enraged Anjali.

"You're not fit to live... A true man should protect his lady with love and care. A true man will be honest with his lady. He'll not eye another women nor he'll plan to kill his wife & child. You're not even a man Shyam. Shame on you for pointing us when you have all mud on yourself. You deserve hell..."

And she thrashed the knife multiple times on his chest, arms and wherever she can get access. Khushi jumped forward and held the enraged Anjali from killing him. But if only that bastard left with any sanity in him. He bounced forward and gripped Anjali neck making her choke to death.

Khushi got horrified. Her senses alarmed the danger. At the moment, her priority set on only saving Anjali that she took the cutter and thrashed it on the back of his head. His grip on Anjali neck immediately withdrawn and he slumped down like a sack of potatoes. Anjali coughed catching her breath. His eyes flickered clearly indicating his struggle between life and death. Blood pooled down surrounding his head.

The two ladies stood watching his struggles, one with utter horror and another with determination and happiness.

The moment his breath was about to stop Anjali stabbed his chest with all her mighty. If only the other occupant noticed the minute detail of his last minutes. He stopped breathing even before Anjali could stab her last shot which practically makes Khushi as the main destroyer of his existence and Anjali knows that but she kept mum and before Khushi could realise that, anjali herself called the police and surrendered willingly.

Once everyone was back to home, there was a plethora of truths and revelations which left them with nothing but misery and guilt.

Since money speaks more than anything in power, it's easy to coax the officials regarding Khushi involvement. No one except anjali, not even Khushi herself know about Arnav hand in this. Khushi's moral didn't let her in peace knowing she harmed someone physically. And Anjali, If only she let arnav in, she wouldn't even had to stay two days in police custody owing to the weekend holidays.

"It's not your fault Di, but if you are stubborn to not cooperate on getting bail today then be ready to welcome me in with you." Khushi said breaking the hug.

Anjali gasped in shock and her vision landed on teary eyed Arnav.

"Di..." The pain and crave underneath Arnav voice undid the knots. Anjali lurched forward and hugged him tightly.

"No sorry will ever going to vanish the sin, I did." She hiccupps between the words. Arnav engulfed her in his brotherly hug and patted her back in soothing way.

"We don't need your sorry. We need you di. Let me handle this..." Arnav mumbled through his tears.

Anjali nodded her head and cried her heart out on his arms. The pain of betrayal hit her hard as soon as she hugged Arnav. She cried clutching him to dear life. Arnav continued to soothe her and family also came to them by then. Once her cries subsided, he shifted anjali in his one arm and stretched his another hand which khushi take it as a cue and crashed herself against him. He hugged them both close to his heart.

Within a week, the case was closed. The term 'Self Defence' played a vital role in her release adding to her limp leg which turns out to be a boon in her case and she was out of the case in no time.

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"Amma, sorry. Because of me you've to stand in principal room. You would've felt tired na?." A cute girl around five, clutched Khushi saree pallu.

Khushi smiled at the cute bundle and made her stand infront of her "Amma is not tired baby. Even little one too... See yourself..." Khushi lifted Anya's little hand and keep it on her swollen belly where her and her husband's first love symbol is growing.

"Awww... Amma baby is kicking. Is it paining?" She asked with a pout for which Khushi blinked her eyes as no.

Anya laughed in glee. Khushi lovingly caressed her cheeks.

"Amma, that boy hit my friend Naina. She cried so much in pain. How could I stay quiet? So, I hit him back. But... Principal saw that and called you." Anya said with a sad pout feeling terrible for making her amma tired when her dad clearly warned her to not trouble her much before going abroad.

"You did right baby. My baby is always right."

"Like, bua." Anya smiled clapping her hands.

'Yes, Like your amma.' Khushi thought but didn't voiced out. For them, Anya is their first child and they're giving their best to Anya.

Anjali put so much trust in them, that she handed her child over to them stating only they can be better parents. And she didn't want Anya to grew fatherless and nor she wished to introduce Shyam as her father.

True to Anjali trust, Arnav and Khushi grew Anya like their own child nurturing her with all the good values. Unlike Anjali who was once a porcelain doll, anya was taught to fight back the odds and was shown to world and the problems according to her age. But that always made either Arnav or khushi to take run to principal almost every week. One day she slapped a boy in her class, other day she took a fight with seniors because they teased her friend and the list goes on...

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People, especially women themselves accused me of having affair with someone behind my husband's back and I killed him for the same.

Not all the fingers are same in single hand but every finger has its uniqueness. Not all the fault was on women as society portrays. Same as not all men are good as they flaunt themselves.

If a girl is raped in our society then her whole life is destroyed. Her dignity, self-respect, virtue everything is squished by the society, but the one, who is responsible for her destructor is defamed for few months only and then everything is back to normal. The VICTIM is remembered always but the criminal and the cruelty he commited, is forget by everyone. And the irony is, these shameless bastards who doesn't even deserve to be called as men use a girl's dressing sense and her freedom in their defence, instead of accepting their crime. What more can be more cheap and uncharitableness than this?

In what way an eight year old, eleven year old, five year old & sixty year old uplift their desire?

Why eveytime only a girl is questioned? Either if she's raped, kidnapped or heck... even if she's divorced, why everytime our society blames her? Why doesn't these so-called respectable people hold the collar of the man, who's responsible for all this?

And heck, why only girl is bound to follow orthodox traditions when God, our creator himself has created both men and women on equal basis. Why doesn't boy was told to behave well, outside his house?

If a girl is said to respect everyone and dress up according to the society, why doesn't a boy is told to behave with respect? Who the hell are these men to treat women so lowly?

The basic ideology of our country is, All Indians are brothers and sisters. Is it hard to understand? We're living in the nation where our ancestors worshipped and respected women to an extent that they kept female names to all the rivers and worshipped it.

But today the situation is totally upside down.

Nowadays, Men thinks they are superior than women, most people across the world presses this notion.

Then I challenge each and every men to create a life with your highness having no support from any women.

They think, we're fragile. Yes, I agree we're fragile in strength but there's nothing a women can't do. Her strength, determination, will power and self-esteem is what makes her strong. When she's a wife, she'll do anything for her husband well-being, when she's a mother, she won't even hesitate to sacrifice her life for here child and when a woman is a WOMAN, she won't stay back from protecting and standing up for another woman.

He asked, What a limp woman & fragile woman can do, forgetting the basic notion for the existence of men and women. They're created to stay together, help eachother, love eachother, care eachother and compliment eachother. But if the men themselves emerges to threaten us, then Women can be We-men too. If situations demands and if men thinks we cannot do anything beyond their strength & domination, I would like to enlighten, WO(E)MEN, WE CAN BE MEN TOO.

And that's what I am going to do... A path which leads me to lit the dark lives...

My mornings will help the victims by giving necessary precautions and counseling to all students, youngsters and my nights are for the victims destructor...

The dairy lay opened as she covered herself with a hoody and slipped into her specially made boots. Only her eyes are visible through the black hoody. She once again verified the name and specifications of the man who raped a twelve year old girl. She crossed the photo of destructor with a red marker and took a pistol & knife and other safety precautions.

Court declined to give death penalty to the criminal as the girl he raped was above twelve years. Yes, a weird law is practised in our judicial system, if a girl above twelve years is raped, there's no need to give death penalty to the culprit. So she, Anjali Singh Raizada took it on herself to give desired punishment to the culprits. What if we don't have Robinhood? We can make one for ourselves, right. And Anjali willingly took it on her shoulders.

It's not an end, it's a beginning...

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