Here's the story of a freak show... Two characters, both been called freaks their entire lives, never lived in a home for five years, lost their parents, lost their families, and were sold to a freak show. One character, ringmaster, snobby, hateful, mean, temper, cruel, lost his mother at birth, his. father taught him that money is better than having friends, and that appearance is what matters most, and when his father died, he got the freak show and all of his father's money.
Three characters, all part of the same story, all have their own story, two have difficult lives, the other lives in luxury, but they all have a thing or two in common.... They all wish... One wishes to see his mother again, one wishes to be free, and one wishes that the freaks looked normal so they could be treated normal instead of like animals....
"Kapde utar," he said coldly.
["Strip"]
Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it.
But she was too slow.
Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees.
"Muh khol."
["Open your mouth"]
She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently.
"Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other.
["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"]
She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told.
Because Trayambak wasn't a husband.
He was a monster.
And she was trapped.