One of the books from the 'Fine As Wine' series.
It can be read as standalone.
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❝When archenemies fall for each other, it doesn't just sparkle... Stars explode to rain stardust on their bodies as they make love to each other and satisfy their s...
♪ na zameen na falak ke, ishaqzaade! khush khud hi ke jahaan mein, ishaqzaade!
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Year: 1981
"Yasho, that idiot from the Hindi Literature Department tried to rag me again!" Shivani whined as she sat in Yashoda's car. "I want to break his head!"
As freshers, they often faced harassment, but the goons from the Hindi Literature Department were a special kind of nightmare. One girl got harassed so badly that her parents yanked her out of college for good. With women's literacy already hanging by a thread, these jerks were making it nearly impossible for women to keep fighting for their education. If this didn't stop, they'd all be shoved back into domestic drudgery. Yashoda knew how hard it was for many girls to battle their way into college. She was lucky to have brothers who had her back and gave her freedom, but not everyone had that kind of support. When tales of harassment hit home, parents often had no choice but to pull their daughters out of college and marry them off.
This had to end.
She had exhausted all avenues, from complaining to professors, escalating to the college principal, and even reaching out to the university dean. Yet, every time, her concerns were casually dismissed with the same tired excuse, "Those boys are harmless; they're just playing pranks." The real reason behind this disinterest was glaringly obvious: those boys were the privileged sons of trustees and influential politicians. Taking any action against them would inevitably stir up a bawaal, so the dean and the entire administration chose to turn a blind eye and refused to intervene.
Fueled by a fierce determination to tackle the issue head-on, Yashoda resolved to take matters into her own hands. She knew the authorities wouldn't help, so she turned to her own resources. Her family's house was stocked with enough guns that taking one wouldn't even be noticed. With a firm resolve and a plan in mind, she was ready to make sure those troublemakers faced the consequences.
She asked, "Where are they?"
Shivani stared at her, "Huh?"
"Where is that harami?" Yashoda repeated, clutching her bag and staring straight ahead.
"Why?" Shivani asked, bewildered. She'd just wanted to vent about being ragged by seniors, not get interrogated like a toddler caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She shrugged, exasperated, "They were hanging around near our department."
