Radha – lay quietly weeping on the floor, she had physically curled up like a fetus!
Her hair was a mess, her bangles broken, her clothes ripped, her face battered and bruised, her hands scratched…
Next morning she was woken up by a sound on the door – and she rushed to open it – to realize that she didn’t even have proper clothes on (hers were torn).
A woman and her MIL came in – and sniggered – “Looks like they had fun…”
FUN : This word echoed in Radha’s mind. How the F*** have fun when someone is beating you, cussing at you, tearing your clothes off, scratching you, forcibly entering you…
