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.Chapter-3.Compassion in Action

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Mohabbat ke sapnney wo
Dikhaate Bahut hain,
Raaton mein wo hum ko,
Jagate bahut hain,
Mai Aakhon main,
Kajal lagaun toh kaise,
In aankho ko Log,
Rulatey bahut hain.

Author's pov: 

As Anshika drove back home, her mind was preoccupied with the day's events. Suddenly, her attention was caught by a distressing scene. A group of young, impoverished children were being ruthlessly beaten by a drunken man. The man, an owner of a nearby shop, was enraged because the children had accidentally eaten leftover food from his customers' plates. The sight of the children cowering in fear and pain ignited a fierce anger in Anshika.

"Anaya, stay in the car," Anshika instructed, her voice firm but tinged with concern. "I need to handle this."

Anaya, just back from Bali and visibly exhausted, nodded nervously. "Maariyo maat. Baato se he smjha liyo," she said, urging Anshika to use words rather than violence. (Don't beat him up. Use your words instead)

Anshika stepped out of the car, her determination hardening with each step she took towards the scene. The man was stumbling, barely able to stand, but his rage was unmistakable. He was hitting the children, who were now crying and huddling together in fear.

"What's the matter, sir?" Anshika's voice cut through the chaos, firm yet calm. She approached the man with a sense of purpose, her eyes fixed on him with unyielding resolve.

"Jaa Jaa apna kaam kar!" the man slurred, barely able to focus. (Go, go do your work!)

Anshika's patience was wearing thin. "You're hurting these children, sir. That's not acceptable."

The man's irritation flared. "Jaa na yaha se! Mereko mera kaam karne do, jaa tu apna kaam kar," he snapped, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. (Go from here! Let me do my work and you do yours.)

In a sudden, violent outburst, the man slapped one of the children so hard that the child fell to the ground, crying uncontrollably. Anshika's heart sank. She pulled out her phone to call the police, but before she could dial, the man shoved her aside and smashed her phone on the road, breaking it into pieces.

As Anaya watched the chaotic scene unfold from the safety of the car, she couldn't help but find humor in the gravity of the situation. "At this moment, he knew he messed up," she said, mimicking a dramatic tone as she aimed her phone's camera. "Let me shoot this, Oh My Gosh—"

Just then, Anshika, fueled by her righteous anger and determination, executed a powerful back kick. The man, still reeling from his drunken state, was propelled onto the road, landing hard on his backside. He groaned in pain, clutching his chest as he tried to recover. But before he could regain his balance, Anshika was already in motion.

With a swift, precise movement, she delivered another brutal kick—this time to his face. The impact was harsh, and blood exploded from his nose, painting a stark, red contrast against the grimy road.

"Fucking bitch!" the man spat out, his voice muffled by the pain and the blood gushing from his nose.

Desperation and rage were evident in his eyes as he glimpsed his reflection in a puddle of water flowing from a nearby car garage. The sight of his battered face seemed to intensify his fury. He gingerly touched his nose, feeling the warm blood and the throbbing pain.