Falling Into Oblivion

Chapter 9: My Strippers

Banhi and Dhriti had just finished their first mid-semester exams and were buzzing with excitement. The air was filled with a sense of liberation, and the sisters decided to celebrate by watching their favorite movie.

"Chalo Dhriti, let's watch 'Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge' again!" Banhi suggested, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Tum bas hamesha romantic filmon mein hi kyun atakti ho?" Dhriti teased, but she was just as excited. "Lekin theek hai, aaj tumhari pasand."

Just as they settled down with a bowl of popcorn, loud music and stomping sounds erupted from upstairs, disturbing their moment of joy. Their grandmother, Vasudha, who had been resting, came into the living room with a disgruntled look.

"Beta, upar jaake bolo music bandh karein. Mujhe neend nahi aa rahi, itne badtameez log Hai t itni raat ho Gaya hai, lekin in logon ko to koi chinta hi nahin ki raat hogee hai log so rahe honge, nahi ninako to sirf gaane bajane hai." Vasudha said, her voice laced with irritation.

Banhi sighed and glanced at Dhriti. "Main jaati hoon. Tum yahin raho. Mere Bina film shuru mat kar Dena!"

Dhriti gave her a playful salute. "Best of luck, soldier!"

Banhi walked up the stairs and noticed that the door to the noisy apartment was slightly ajar. She hesitated for a moment but then knocked lightly. The music was so loud that it seemed no one heard her. She pushed the door open a bit more and peeked inside.

Four men were inside, and they all turned to look at her as soon as she stepped in. Banhi felt a wave of shock wash over her. She was confused about what they were doing here.

Danish, who was sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand, saw her and immediately jumped to a wrong conclusion. He stood up, walked over to her with a smirk, and before Banhi could react, he grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into a forceful kiss.

Banhi's eyes widened in shock. She struggled to push him away, her heart pounding with anger and disbelief. This was her first kiss, something she had always dreamed of sharing with her future husband, not in such a degrading manner.

Summoning all her strength, Banhi managed to break free from Danish's hold and slapped him hard across the face. The sound of the slap echoed in the room, and the other men were stunned into silence.

"Tumhare himmat kaise hui!" Banhi shouted, her face flushed with rage wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Before Danish could recover from the shock of the slap again, Dhriti, who had followed Banhi upstairs out of concern, stepped into the room and landed another slap on Danish's other cheek.

"Kaminey, mere behen ko chua kaise?" Dhriti yelled, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by fierce protectiveness. "Wasn't the slap the other day enough to put sense into you?!"

Danish, now holding both sides of his face, looked utterly bewildered. He had never expected such a reaction. The other men quickly stood up, unsure whether to intervene and get slapped or stay out of it.

"Arre bhai, humne toh strippers ko bulaya tha na!" Ranveer whispered to the Pravan, realization dawning on them.

"Kya? Kya bakwas kar rahe ho tum log? Yahan par koi strippers nahi aayega! yahan pe sharif log rehte hain, samajhe!?" Dhriti's eyes blazed with fury as she heard the conversation.

Banhi, her chest heaving with anger and humiliation, glared at the men in disgust. "Tum logon ki soch itni ghatiya hai? Kya samajhte ho khud ko?" She spat out the words with venom.

Dhriti stepped protectively in front of Banhi, her fists clenched. "Chalo yahaan se, Banhi. In gande logon ke saath waqt barbaad karke koi fayda nahi hai."