Under My Skin #Wattys2016

Under My Skin #Wattys2016

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Born to a Muslim family, Jasmine is a very cheery, young lady. She has an aim and that is to get a good job to support her parents. However, life takes a turn. She ends up falling into the hands of a rapist, a person she respected so much. She's a victim of rape. She doesn't seem to have a place to go to. She's lost in a city that is unknown to her. Will she be lost forever? Will she ever be able to achieve her aim? Will she ever find happiness again? _________________________________________ This story is set in Modern India. {This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.}
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Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

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