Her doors hardly opened. The bell also remained
on the silent mode. There was a hidden eye hole on her door to see who was on
the door. Be it anybody and no matter how many times someone banged the door,
she won’t open. If once or twice the door opened, it was always a male member
that would come out. I am sure of a lady being inside, as sometimes I heard
someone working on utensils. I used to try a lot to peep in, out of anxiety but
could see nothing. But, I could hear fights, numerous fights and someone crying.
I could make out that this is definitely a case of bad marriage. Since that day,
the eagerness to know about that house multiplied.
I hardly saw her husband going out or even if he
went, it was only for a couple of hours.
One day the door opened and I saw a beautiful
woman standing in her gallery. She was very well dressed and from her elegant
suit not even an inch of skin was visible. I tried to talk to her but suddenly
she ran away inside and I stood there- puzzled. Then I saw her husband coming back
from work.
I moved back.
Suddenly some harsh voices started coming from
the house together with door banging, pushing tables, falling utensils, I was
terrified.
The rest of the day there was complete pin drop
silence in their house.
Few days later, I again saw her standing in her gallery.
This time she stood there for hours without any fear. I kept on staring at her
and tried to read her face. There were so many questions on her face. I could
not stop myself and just banged the door to have a word with her.
She cheerfully greeted me. After a few chat
regarding the house, the family, I came to the point and asked would she mind
me asking a few personal questions.
Even before I started, she had tears in her
eyes. As I kept my hand on her shoulder, she broke down and cried bitterly. I
came closer to her to wipe her tears and was unable to put my eyes off her
beautiful face. She was a gorgeous girl.
Suddenly, I realized she was a top model and I
used to watch her in fashion shows.
Gathering herself and wiping the tears , she said
that her husband did not like her modeling and so does not allow her to move
out or even be in public .He is afraid if someone recognizes her, they will ask
her to join back, which he won’t allow. She continued. They came to this place
as no one knows her here. She kept on saying and wiping tears. She did not notice
that her sleeves were fully drenched in tears and now I could see the blue
marks all over her arms. Without her notice, I tried to gaze through her cotton
kurta and could see marks all over.
Some had faded and some were really fresh. She saw me noticing and tried hard
to hide but could not.
There were so many.
She continued and said her husband works as a
photographer and clicks for some of the most prestigious brand models. But he
never allows his friends to come to his house. His friends don’t even know
that his wife was a top model once. He never takes her out or even allows her
to go out as he does not want her to be noticed.
She continued saying as if from years she
was waiting for someone with whom she could share her pain. She didn't even do
the formality of asking tea or coffee. It was almost 3 hours that she was speaking.
Suddenly she realized the situation and asked for water but I was getting late
for my houses hold work so I declined. I promised to see her tomorrow if she
was free. She agreed and said yes, we could talk as her husband was out of the
city for some assignment.
The next day she looked a little better, may be
because so much that was stored within her had come out. As soon as she
saw me, her first statement was not to tell anybody about this and she shared
to me all this as a neighbor.
I thought that it was the right time to tell her
my profession.
I told her, “No darling don’t you fear. I am not going to tell this to a
single person, but let the whole world know about this”
She looked like a sheep ready to be butchered
and shivered with fear, literally begged.
I told her I was a criminal lawyer and the moment I came back from her
house yesterday, I had been preparing notes on her marriage, a bad marriage.
She said that I didn't know her husband. He was
a very shrewd person and keeps calling every 1 hour on the land line phone just
to check if she is at home or not.
As soon as she completed the statement her phone
rang. The other side accurately shouted and said that it was the third ring
where was she.
She shivered. ‘Umm…nothing nothing.’
The phone was banged from the other side,
without a word.
She told me that I should please leave and that
we would never talk in front of him.
I tried to explain her that instead of being afraid of him, she should
teach him a lesson and show him that she is not weak. She is tough enough to
take a stand for herself. And that, if she is not wrong, she should not be in a
cage but instead he should be behind bars.
She looked puzzled but she also wanted to do
this. She was ready. Now we both were on for this mission. She was also confident,
because she knew that she had a lawyer with her.
We both hid spy
cameras in her house and I told her, now everything that he does will be
recorded. We will take that tape to the police station and he will be arrested.
The next day, as expected, he came and started
slapping, abusing, pushing her and asked what was going in her mind.
He had no idea at all everything was being
recorded.
I was feeling very restless to wait in my house
and so after about 1 hour, I rang the door bell.
As usual he came out. As soon as he opened the
door, the constable with me pushed him inside and I took care of the badly
bleeding girl.
Before he could understand what happened I took
out the spy cam from under the bed and planted a confident smile on my face.
She too did a great act of bravery that day. She gathered all her courage and
gave a tight kick in his stomach, a tight slap on his face and a knock down
punch on his face.
‘Now you
will know, how it feels ’. She laughed loud with tears rolling down.
He was arrested and finally put behind bars.
Author
Info- "Priyanka Bansal, an eminent
Internationally Published Poetess (for the Brain’s Anthology of Winter
Collection), a social activist, an Organ Donor, loves to write for a cause! Her
faith In “HIM”, she believes, has brought her to what she is now. priyankaagraw@gmail.com is where you can contact her. An
interstate Basket Ball player and a trained Kathak Dancer, her motto in life is
to be positive and headstrong."