Siyasat -E-Ishq

||Chapter 1||

Hello my lovely Miracles
Kaju here🎀
⚠️-Mention of Rape,cuss words and violence.Please skip if  you are uncomfortable with any of this.
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Meera's P.O.V.

Today was an important day in the court.It was the last hearing of Preeti Mathur's case.She was an aspiring actress who was gang raped by the directing team just because she declined their sexual advances.

Why is this world always to insensitive to women's pain?Why is it always a woman's fault?If she gets successful too early,she must have slept with the boss.If she gets molested,why didn't she raise any voice?If she did and gets raped ,it's her problem only.If she is raped,why did she leave the house that late at night?It must have been her clothes,right but no one says it must have been the rapist's fault.If there's a stalker behind her,she only would have given him a sign .If she rejects a man,they can go to extreme ends after their fragile masculinity is wounded.They may even burn her with acid,rape her,kill her or the worst create some photos of her with A.I. and then make them viral.

They say not all men,but it's always a man.Honestly ,there's nothing scarier in this world than to survive as a woman.No matter what you wear, what you do you will always be sexualised and objectified.

Today's case was no different.The director ,Shikhar Mehra had the support of the ruling party.So,no one had the guts to go against him but there was this man some Thakur ,a person of the opposition party who was fighting for justice or more like fighting for votes in the upcoming elections.Politicians,you know are some double-faced monsters who appear to be good doers but in the end are some greedy wolves who very slowly eat up the people who gave them this throne.

Getting ready for the day,I plugged this camera with had this button over my dress .Ananya brought me this yesterday ,this is a camera with an inbuilt Mike which gets operated within 10 seconds after pressing the button.I somewhere knew these people are going to do something to prevent me from going to the court.

Ananya ,my aaloo was a journalist .My best friend,Ananya Chaudhary thought that she could straightly go and record them so they won't harm me or anything.It's quite foolish in my opinion,they may hurt her in the end.These men are some dirty vultures who won't mind anything until they get a body to feast upon.

As I did my pooja for the day ,I got a call from Kaashi telling me about her progress,she is hacking the court's screen .If by any chance,I don't reach the court ,I want my client to get justice no matter what happens to me.I know how it feels when you are not provided justice .

Getting into my car,I switched on the music system and played a song ,it was an old melody ,something which brought a feeling of nostalgia where the memories of my childhood engulfed me with open arms.The song was 'Acha Ji main Haari'.

I still remember the first time ,I heard this .One day,Maa and papa had some argument which a ten year old me was not able to decipher about what they argued but my mother told me to ask my dad to come to the room as she is not able to find some of her legal papers.My dad ,being the responsible husband,he had always been came to the room ,only to be hugged by my Maa.

Enveloping her arms around him,she sang those lines with her soulful voice and my father who played along with his not so gentle.He seemed more like giving a lecture on Indian laws to his students.

Chotte se kusoor pe kyun huye khaffa ,
Roothe to huzoor the meri kya khata?
Aji,dekho dil na todo .
My maa sang while giving my papa those puppy eyes she knew she won't be able to resist .I inherited her eyes though .Those light brown honey coloured eyes which may even mesmerize devil himself,those were the exact words my papa used to say about my Maa's eyes .