Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 When justice needed a voice, Rani-sa's roar was enough to silence the storm. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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It had been three weeks since Adhiraj and Rithvik embarked on their ambitious project to provide electricity to the neighbouring cities...a monumental venture that involved everything from media launches to government approvals, New electrical installations, Hydro-generating stations, Overhead lines, Connecting to the grid, Nuclear power projects....few of them were going from years and now finally his dream project to initiate....It left Adhiraj completely occupied, and in his absence, Raipur was my responsibility. My days were consumed by meetings with townsfolk, listening to their grievances, and ensuring justice was served.
Evenings were spent with the women's community, offering a listening ear and solutions to their problems. Yesterday, however, an incident ignited a fire within me that refused to be contained. A woman came in, trembling, with livid red marks on her arms and bruises fading into deep purples. Her left arm sat awkwardly in a cast....plastered, her teary eyes as she explained how her husband, who held a respectable government job, had repeatedly hurt her still refreshed in my mind.
My hands curled into fists as anger surged through me. This is unacceptable! His heinous attack on pregnant lady! With the experience of Maa-sa's guidance, I contacted an influential figure in her husband's department, demanding that he be stripped of his position immediately. Justice would be served, but my work wasn't done. I remembered spark of hope lighting her teary eyes. But I knew that tonight, the man's fury would rear its head again. Because yesterday her wife approached me for help or she might lose her baby growing in her womb. Probably he might know everything till now.
With a decisive breath, I adjusted the dupatta over my head and secured the ties of my blouse and ghagra. The familiar weight of my jewellery pressed against my collarbone, grounding me. Today, I wasn't just Siya; I was the voice of justice. I reached downstairs, my eyes fell on Maa-sa and Dadi-sa as they approached me, patting my head.
"Rani-sa?" I heard Salim Baig.
"Salim Baig, hum aaj ek alag safar par hain. Sabhi raaste surakshit hain na?"
"Salim Baig, today we have a different mission. Are all routes secure?" I asked, glancing at the commander of Adhiraj's trusted guards. He nodded with a slight bow.
"Ji, Rani-sa. Aapko koi dikkat nahi hogi."
"Yes, Rani-sa. You will face no trouble," I nodded. Coming out of the Maghal, I was Surrounded by guards who were strategically positioned along the streets, I led a group of women out. At some distance from Rathore Mahal, As we walked, people emerged from their homes, palms pressed together in respectful greetings. I responded with a subtle nod and a warm smile. A jiffy later, At last, we reached the house that had become a prison for that woman. It sat silent, the atmosphere tense. She hadn't come out...not a whisper or a shadow passed the doorway. I took a step forward and called out firmly.
