Sunlight peeked inside through the net curtains of the open windows.
Shefali fell asleep abruptly last night sitting on the carpet.
Her grandfather always woke her up early in the morning for morning prayers.
The birds chirped outside and she sat up feeling anxious.
Ever since that night, anything unplanned scares her and the humorous part is everything that is happening is not planned at all.
She took a deep breath and turned to the sunrays that fell on the other side of the bed from the little corner of the open window.
She felt her stomach growl in hunger but she refused to pay it any attention.
Shefali is determined to escape whatever place this is and go back to her hometown but she also knows if she makes it obvious, she will be locked up.
From everything she heard last day, she is sure they bought her with a lot of money and they don't want it to be a waste.
Her glance went to the almost closed door of her room which was not locked from outside anymore.
Picking up the heavy lehenga and tugging in the anchal of the dupatta that secured her bosom from over the choli, Shefali tip-toed to the door.
She peaked outside and there was no one around. It was all quiet.
She tried her best to not make any audible noise with her anklets and walked through the empty corridor.
There were several other rooms beside hers with closed doors. None of them were locked from the outside unlike what Abhilasha did to hers last night.
There was a thin passage after a narrow turn and then she landed on the main way out of this particular shabby house.
The main door to the house was not closed either. The two parallel doors were just kept in a way that the ends of them touched each other.
A tiny push and she'll be good to go.
Shefali gently pushed one of the doors to see if anyone was outside but no one showed up. The paved path that led to the huge gate was empty.
She took a deep breath, tucked her dupatta into the lahenga properly again, and ran outside hoping to somehow make it past the gate.
To her disappointment, just as she walked out of the door a rough hand got hold of her wrist and prevented her from moving any further.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Says the voice that threw her to the dusty ground with a heavy thrust.
She looked up from the ground to see two guards on either corner of the door.
She groaned in pain.
A sharp glass piece lying on the ground had scratched her skin near her elbow.
"Every time a new girl is taken in, it's the same story. I am tired of it now"
Says the man looking at the other who was previously holding her hand.
The other man, a bit older than the one who spoke, was although watching her quietly struggling on the ground.
"What is your name? Get up"
Hissed the younger man.
Shefali tried to get up but all she did was hold her arm tightly which was now bleeding.
Tears jolted up in her beautiful big eyes.
"Can't you hear me?"
Demanded the man stretching his hand to shudder her up but a hand held his arm back.
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𝟏𝟓𝟐𝟗: 𝐀 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚| Indian Historical Fiction
Historical Fiction𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 Ⅰ 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐈-𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 Shefali Roy had lost her parents in a pandemic when she was just one year old. That was the first time she was orphaned. The next time she was orphaned was when she was seventeen. The army of...
