Watch the unfolding of events when a girl meets the biggest movie star of her generation.
Follow her journey through the bedazzling world of fake smiles, blinding lights, endless gossip and congenial mockery.
Witness the making of a star and the fal...
Sun was blazing overhead. Eleven armed men wearing similar white coloured Kurtas were all lined up under the scorching heat with eyes fixed on their target, similar looks swirling in them under their furrowed brows meanwhile, one, the one for the town, the Chaudhary, sat on top of his vintage Rolls Royce, the symbol of the rich and privileged.
Between his occasional cackling, followed by a wave of cacophonous laughter from his loyal pets, he filled bullets in his rifle, deep amusement was evident in his beady eyes.
"Someone tell her to stop breathing" Chaudhary laughed and then continued "because if she breathes, she moves and if she moves..." he paused to aim his rifle in her direction "these bullets might end up inside her little head" Chaudhary barked out a laugh, putting his rifle beside him.
"Place the apple on her head!!" He ordered one of his men.
Scratching his balding head, chaudhary got on his feet; intimidating, conniving yet appearing sophisticated in his black pristine suit with a rose protruding out its front pocket and a golden brooch with VC engraved on it, initials to Vyom Chaudhary, the descendant of the esteemed royals of East Champaran of Bihar. He aimed his rifle again at the girl standing in front of him, the one sharing the same lineage as his.
The miseries of the 5 year old were evident in every single tear falling down her face, where all the beatings and occasional whipping scars, courtesy of her father, were telling tales of her grim past. The land that bowed down to her, sobbed with her queen, watching the unfolding of ugliest of the omens, Patriarchy. Generations after generations, everything changed, but what did not change was the mistreatment towards woman in the land of East Champaran, the result of the old twisted beliefs of some egomaniac misogynists and their influence over the society was today's mistreatment towards one sex and the condescension of the other.
A sudden gust of wind distracted chaudhary from his aim. He retracted his hands back to rub his eyes. A few specks of dust restrained his eyesight, bagging his daughter some time to run away as far as possible.
These few seconds felt like an elixir to her. She ran like there was no tomorrow but just as she was approaching the fence, which separated the grassland from the woods; deafening gunshot sounds reverberated through the surroundings, making her lose control of her feet. She stumbled onto the ground but stood up quickly and started running again, her heart beating furiously as she ran her way through the woods.
The girl with aristocratic features, cascading shiny jet black hair with small twigs here and there, quivering blood red lips, dark brown eyes, who could have had the most immaculate life, who could have had anything in the world in just one snap of her fingers was running in worn out and muddy clothes, from her fate, for her life.
The end of the woods led to a breathtaking view. A magnificent entrance that opened up to a large bungalow with a large lush garden. Victorian garden lamp posts leading up to two golden fountains on either side of the wooden pathway.
The oakwood door leading inside the bungalow was open, she finally slowed down and took deep breaths to calm herself down and entered the palatial hallway. It was a perfect blend of medieval and vintage painting collections, statues and vases. Gold sabres adorned the walls on one side, a throne was placed underneath them. An ornate chandelier added to the beauty of the bungalow as a whole. The angelic façade could've charmed anybody but the people dwelling there.
Slow and sweet humming sounds were coming from the kitchen. They started to grow more vivid as a pregnant woman came down the hallway, wearing heavy jewellery, traditional saree and henna on her hands, her jet black hair styled in a bun. Her warm, light brown eyes searched for something as she looked around but as she gradually walked towards the pillar, she saw a small figure shaking violently against it, her eyes widened in worry as she knelt down and scooped up the girl in her arms.
"Trisha, TRISHA.. what happened, look at me here, look at me, Tri!!" She asked the girl in a panicked voice while soothing her back.
"Did he do it again?" She asked again, gazing down at Trisha while squeezing her hand comfortingly. After a few seconds the girl nodded
"I can never be a good mother to you, I'm sorry..." she broke down into tears as she hugged her tightly "I should've done something the first time I saw him lifting a hand on you..."
Padma, the second wife of Vyom Chaudhary was barely 20 years old when she had to marry him because of her family's worsening economic condition. After her father's death she was left with only one way, to accept the marriage proposal and get married with a man in his 40s, only that could've possibly prevented her from being homeless as she just got to complete her education till 8th standard, after that she had to leave the dream of becoming a police officer as her father's health condition worsened.
Trisha was Vyom's child from her first wife but as soon as she gave birth to a daughter, she was hanged and left uncremated, a few months later he got married to Padma.
Now after a miscarriage and getting female infanticide practiced on his second daughter, this was the third time Padma was pregnant with his child but this time was different as they were expecting a boy, the heir, the pride and honour of chaudhary family or as being declared by the local doctor who may or may not have taken a bunch of gold coins for the false declaration.
Padma very well knew the consequences but she was not ready to let his husband murder her third child, so she kept this a secret from everyone.
"Don't be sad ma, you know how mad he gets when you try to stop him, he even pushed you and slapped you the other day" Trisha looked up at her stepmother's face who had been more than a mother to her.
"Everything is going to be fine, he would not hurt you anymore, your baby brother is going to save us"
Padma was scared for herself, for her kids but she can't do anything about it but run, run away from this golden cage and start a new life somewhere else.
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Hello, to anyone, who is reading, I'm grateful to you!! Female infanticide used to be very common amongst the rural areas of Bihar in the early 80s 90s but now situation has changed significantly but still there are a lot of improvements to be done in the field of gender equality. Also, all these characters, the royal family situation are fictional. Just my own imagination and some inspiration drawn from other sources. I'm not good at writing. This is my first writing experience ever so pardon me for that.
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Kesariya, East Champaran
This is one of the major religious attractions for Buddhists all over the world. The great emperor Ashoka built this stupa, its first construction dates back to 3rd century BCE.
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