Prude Debauchery

Prude Debauchery

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Blood pooled on the ground as I was just passing by the protest which was happening. The man beside me had just taken me to the beach and a protest which turned this blood. Everyone was scattering away. Police with sticks and guns began shooting lecherously. I was rushed to somewhere by Krishna so that we can get away but we got caught and slapped and thrown inside the jail without any explanation. The fury inside me was just growing. All they can see is an mere brown skinned woman who was going against the rule. But they had no idea how capable I could be. I was sitting in the jail cell, thinking, plotting and scheming on how to go against them. How to dissolve such cruel pale skinned people. But fate had different plans, it seems. Who knew Krishna and Sarthak dada had a whole underground spy organization. Blueprints of government buildings, officials list and a motto. Free India. And I became an important part of it. The seed of rebellion was just planted inside me as I sat there inside the cold and dark cell. Arthur Hastings- a man with unyielding ambitions and ruthless practices would be one of my greatest obstacles and my darkest temptation. How good would it feel to take him down with me. To drown him in the pain that he inflicted upon all of us. This is my story, a tale of courage and betrayal. How I met him, how I take him down. But that's not all. The blood spilled for this revolutions matters the most, the thirst for freedom is heavy and how everyone around me is fighting for it is always a motivation. The path would be full of thorns but the taste of their fall would be above it all.
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