The Ugly Beauty

Part-2

Everything changed after the accident, I was getting unwanted attention. I hated it; I just want a normal life. Like wandering around the city in daylight without being noticed, playing with kids without making them afraid, putting my hair up in a bun or in a ponytail. I'll do anything to get my life just the way it was before. I feel like there's no one in my life who'll understand the pain I am going through. While thinking all this I didn't realize I was weeping like a kid.

No, I have to be strong for mom, for myself and for those who need my help.

I got a cup of coffee and went to the only place where I feel strong and content, RFW(RESPECT FOR WOMEN).

This NGO helps women against domestic violence, rape, acid attacks and human trafficking. They helped me to cope up with the trauma and initial shock of the accident. When I became stable, they offered a job and I accepted without any questions.

I see loads of women here who are badly bruised due to domestic violence. I even saw a woman without ears and nose. Apparently, her husband was an alcoholic. He used to abuse her physically and sexually every night. One day, when she got the courage to protest. He brutally chopped her ears and nose off and threw her on the road. A volunteer of our NGO found her and immediately provided medical help. Later a case was filed against her husband, and after immense hard work he was sentenced to 7 years jail along with a penalty of 1000000 rupees. He surely deserved even more than that.

"Hi, Dhani. How are you, today?" I grinned at the 14 year old who was raped at the age of 7.

She was coping well, but often had nightmares about it. Her mom and dad abandoned her after the incident.

"Hello Kiara, I am fine, a bit scared though". She smiled sadly. I could easily see the terror in her swollen, red eyes. She must have been crying again. The dark circles were evident of her lack of sleep.

Sometimes I wonder where has humanity disappeared? How can someone do this to a girl, to a woman who deserves love and respect in each and every form, because they always keep their families first. They are so strong yet so vulnerable. So caring, loving and admirable and yet some people are unable to respect them. That's completely shameful and disgusting.

"Hey Kiara?" I turned sensing him just behind me.

I started making conversation with the other women, ignoring him and the look in his eyes.

"I think he wants to speak to you."Dhani smiled at me and went near him.

I decided to go at the cafeteria avoiding him like a plague. I hardly took 4 steps, when he grabbed my arm and pushed me inside the store room.

"Why are you doing this? Please talk to me." He was pleading with his hands still on my arm.

I avoided looking at his eyes and started pulling my arm out of his reach, which seemed to be completely futile due to his firm grip.

"Please..... please let me go." My pained voice made him leave my arms, but he immediately blocked my way.

"Please Kiara, I don't even know why I want you so badly. I can't see you like this. .Please let me in, I won't hurt you, I love you so much nerdy." There was so much sincerity in his voice.

He grabbed my chin to look at him, but I refused. I knew I'll give in if I looked at his eyes or at his face. He was my only love and I wanted him to be happy which will not be possible with me.

"I don't want to talk to you, Siddharth. Please don't say such words unless you mean it. How could you love me? You don't have to pity me!!!" I shouted with as much disgust and hatred I could come up with. I could feel my heart breaking inside me.