C28 Part - 2 A Living Hell

Warning: This part contains descriptions of some events that do not happen in real life. Hence, those exaggerated fictional events cannot be and should not be taken as an indication of life in Bharat/India. Neither should such events be taken as an indication of Santana Dharma. The names of some characters have been taken from all communities, given the nature of the story. Those characters do not reflect their community or religion or country. The focus should be to recognize and empathize with the agony faced by the victims who find themselves in such situations. Any Person/s or any organization misusing such content for furthering their own propaganda will have to face the law for such actions.

It was a typical Monday morning - lazy, excruciatingly boring and - difficult to get up yet have to get up - type of a morning. Especially if you have a very uninspiring normal week ahead of you. Mounika yawned and pulled the blanket closer as she tried to sleep a bit more.

"Mouni .... Don't you have office today? It's already 10!"

"Yeah! The typical Mom Alarm!" thought Mounika as she turned the other side. "Trust your mom to wake you up at least 3 hours early!"

But she might as well get up as her sleep was gone. She got up lazily looking at the bright sunlight filling her room. It was a typical middle class room; sparsely furnished, yet with an elegance that moms seemed to have. It was home - a magic word that made you want and go to everyday - safe, secure and lovely despite your mom waking you up annoyingly every morning - without fail! It made you wonder at the superhuman qualities that moms seemed to possess - maybe they were goddesses taking a vacation!

"Mounika!!!!!"

Mounika jerked out of her reverie as she now knew her mother was definitely ANGRY.

"Coming, mom! A few minutes! "She answered as she ran around making her bed in express speed and get ready in record time. She ran to the hall which had a partition that acted as the dining room.

"Eat slowly. There is lot of time." her mother chided as she packed her lunch. "Why get up late and rush through your breakfast? Why don't you get up early and have a proper breakfast? God knows when you will get time to have your lunch." she said as Mounika started wolfing down her breakfast.

"Moooooooommmmm!!!!!!!!" she protested as her mom served some more upma. "Eat! A girl of your age should eat more! "Mounika rolled her eyes." Look how thin you are! People would think we are starving you. Who will marry you if you eat like a sparrow?" her mom continued to 'bless' her as Mounika finished eating. It was always about marriage! Her mom seemed to link everything to her marriage - eat more, you get married; more sleep, no marriage; become fat, no marriage; how was she supposed to not get fat if her mom fed her so much? Mounika thought as she walked to the bus stop.

She just wished the bus was not jam packed today. But then Monday morning buses were always jam packed! It seemed the sky would fall if a bus was not jam packed on a Monday morning! Even when it was a holiday! What so many people did on a holiday Monday she never could understand. Is that a single door bus? She groaned inwardly as she realized she would have to squeeze through the people - men who stood in the middle of the bus intentionally. It was very uncomfortable for women who had to go to the ladies' section of the bus or to de-board the bus. The men would squeeze, grope and touch the women getting in or getting out, everywhere they could lay their hands on. The women could do nothing but to curse their fate of having to travel in such buses. Somehow RTC - the Road Transport Corporation - never seemed to find a bus that had two doors instead of the single door buses that somehow were the only buses at that hour. She couldn't afford to wait for a double door bus as there would be none till 12 noon. She grudgingly got in and was pushed towards the back instead of the front where the ladies' section was. She was now surrounded by men completely.

"One ticket for Manikanta Nagar," she said passing the money to the conductor.

As she put the ticket in the purse, she felt a hand on her **** - she couldn't say or do anything thing as she couldn't point out who it was. She felt the man in front of her place his hand on her ****** doing something in his phone. The nerve of this guy! She pushed the hand away as she put one hand in front of her to ward off unwanted hands and held on to the rod above for support. She felt another hand touching her inner thigh moving up and down as the bus bumped in the potholes. Before she could react, another man took her purse and held her hand preventing her from retaliating. Another hand covered her mouth to stop her from shouting. "What's happening?" She thought in alarm as she felt the cold touch of a scissors cutting her dress. Her eyes went wide in shock as she watched her clothes get tossed out of the window. She shuddered as cool air hit her private parts making her realize that she was now completely naked. As in totally naked- without a stitch on her body to cover her modesty. Apart from the danger she was in, how was she supposed to go to her office or to her home stark naked? She was surprised that there was no more assault on her - no groping, no touching, no squeezing her private parts, no fingering, nothing! What was stopping them? She was completely helpless, unable to prevent them from doing whatever they wished to do with her. Yet. They seemed to do nothing apart from preventing her from freeing herself or shouting for help.

"Manikanta Nagar! Come to the door! Manikanta Nagar!" the conductor called. The full realization hit her as she was pushed towards the door. They were pushing her out of the bus without a stitch on her body, without her purse, without any means of contacting her mom or friends or her office. She would have to walk to her office displaying her assets to whoever cared to look at her. She didn't even want to think what would happen before she reached her office or after she reached her two female - rest of them male - office. This was a busy hour as people rushed to school, college or office and her office was located in the busiest part of the city on the third floor of a building with no lift and many offices and many stairs on every floor! How was she going to reach her office safely? How would she able to work again there after this? Or in the city? She would become the talk of the town when the TRP hungry Media channel on the Second Floor - saw her walking naked - during rush hour - to her office on the third floor! Climbing the stairs that were at the far end of the corridor of each floor - perfectly designed to ensure total humiliation for someone in this situation!

"Ouch!" she winced as she fell on the footpath, "Nightmare on!" she thought as she curled up and looked around hoping to find a nonexistent cover or something or someone that might help her. She thought of shouting or asking for help, but the look of disgust on the faces of the people stopped her short. She had never seen this kind of a reaction before. Men were supposed to be pigs and 'enjoy' her embarrassment, buy how could fellow women be so - so - uncaring? As if seeing a young female totally nude on one of the busiest roads was normal. Were they as shocked as she was or something else was happening? The only part of this city with any sort of cover was the bus shelter. Or her office, which was 50 feet from the bus stop in a side street. What should she do? Stay exposed to ridicule and danger, or run to her office? At least she might get some protection there.

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62-year-old Nayana sat in the hall switching on the TV. She had come with Mounika as part of the cultural exchange program from India. She flipped through the channels as she tried to find a channel worth watching - most of them were rubbish, but what choice did she have? They all seemed to be the same. She stopped at XTV; a news channel known for its hunger for TRP ratings. "Welcome to our Morning Vita Bites!" the news reader was saying, "This morning, there was a very interesting incident near our office. A young woman in her twenties was found curled up on the footpath of the busiest roads in the city ...." she paused for dramatic effect,"...TOTALLY NAKED GUYS!" She seemed happy that a fellow woman was actually in a very embarrassing situation. This channel seemed to employ the worst specimens of Homo sapiens sapiens! Disgusting! She was about to switch off when she remembered that the office of this channel was one floor below where her daughter worked every day as a Software Tester.

".... according to eye witnesses this woman stepped out of the bus without anything on her body, walked to the footpath and then sat curled up in a foetal position craving for sympathy. She was probably a "professional" who was trying to attract a few "clients" in the early hours of the day, they said with disgust on their faces. For more details let us talk to our live correspondent Aman. Aman, who is this woman who was found naked today on the foot path? What is her name? What does she do? Why is she naked in the streets? "

"Sameena, as you can see, the woman we found is still curled up on the foot path." the cameraman focused on a nude female on the footpath. They had not even blurred the images leaving nothing to imagination. "Let us get the details by asking the woman herself," Aman said as the cameraman focused the camera in front of the woman.

"Ma'am, please look up!" The woman looked up - looking strikingly similar to Mounika. "What is your name and how old are you?"

"M-m-m=Mounika, 22 yrs.," she stammered not expecting the question and focus of a media camera.

"Ok. Mounika, your surname?"

"Sattenapalli."

"Your date of birth?"

"27-Feb-1990"

"What do you do for a living?"

"I am a software tester in Super Grow Tech"

"Ah! That company has an office on the third floor of the building where our channel has its Head Office. Is it the same company?"

Nayana prayed that the woman would say no, all in vain as the woman said, "yes" making her worst fears come true. It was Mounika whose embarrassment was being telecast live all over the country, perhaps even the whole world. The morons had not even bothered to blur her face, adding to her shame.

"Very good. Let me tell you a fun fact folks. This office has some marvelous, pieces of art made by god!" he said winking. "So, Mounika, why are you sitting here instead of going to your office?"

"How can I?" she asked with tears in her eyes, "You can't expect me to walk all the way like this, do you?"

"Why not? Your office is a walking distance away, from here! It would be nice to see you walk to your office in all your glory!!"

"WHAT!" Mounika spluttered in shock, her eyes wide open like saucers. "Do you even have any idea of what you are saying?"

"You are causing heads to turn, Mounika! It might cause accidents! I am only acting in public interest!" Aman motioned to two of the crew, who held Mounika's hands and stood her up, displaying every bit of her body for the world to see on their TV sets. It didn't help that she had shaved the previous evening, exposing the most private of her private parts. Mounika was frantic. How could this situation be her fault? She hadn't asked to be in this situation! Didn't the media have any responsibility to help victims in need of help?

"As you can see Sarita, Mounika's face is bright red, whether it is from shyness or happiness I don't know. Since she is not saying anything, I assume she is happy that her assets are seen by all and now she is famous."

Mounika was furious. How could she be happy to be naked on one of the busiest parts of the city! Did the ******* believe she was a pr*******e? Even they had a code of conduct and did not go around displaying their wares to everyone! Had she been in India, he would have been thrashed by an irate crowd and he would have got the strictest punishment! Speaking of which, why was there no protest? What happened to the people? Why were they simply watching? People here also seemed to be falling into the take a selfie and make it viral kind of craze that seemed to grip India these days. It seemed that the media here was out to humiliate women.

"We can see that she has a medium sized, round, firm ******* that are ... Soft!" pressing her right ****** first and then the left one. "As smooth as a baby's cheeks!" Aman commented happily making Mounika blush beet red in shame and embarrassment. "You can see brown nipples that are becoming stiff as I tweak them .... Wait! Is that a mole? A birth mark? "Aman asked as the cameraman focused on her right ******."Wow! Guys, a fun fact! This woman, Mounika Sattenapalli, has a mole - a birth mark - on her right ******! If any police officer or any official wants to check her identity, all they have to do is check for this mole on her right ******! Such a lovely, sexy spot, on a lovely, juicy ******! "What kind of reporting is this? Didn't this man have any shame or morals? Would he do the same kind of lecherous reporting if the woman was his sister? Did no one in this country respect women? Media in India and for that matter in other countries of the world did not outrage the modesty of women like this.

"Moving down, we can see her lovely belly button!" he continued as he twirled his finger and then touched the area around it, showing it very clearly, adding to Mounika's discomfort. "As we move further down the belly button, we can see that Mounika has shaved her *****, giving us a view of the piece of heaven that god created for all men in the world." he traced his fingers all over Mounika's womanhood pressing it a bit before continuing. "As you can see, her ***** lips are full, fair and inviting. The slit is the gateway to heaven. Let us see what is beyond that slit, shall we?" He asked grinning like a maniac as Mounika flinched and struggled to get free. "Wonderful! She has a pink ***** guys!" Aman exclaimed in joy as he parted her lips. "She is wet! She is enjoying all this folks! She is really shameless!" He turned her around, focusing on her backside. "She has sexy thighs and lovely ********! I would say Mounika's figure is 32b-28-34! Remember guys, this is one female who will take you to heaven when you enjoy her. "Mounika had broken free and had started running towards her office as Aman and the cameraman chased her all the way. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. When did vulgar description of a woman's body become journalism? What kind of a moron would do such reporting? She hoped they had at least blurred the images hiding her identity. Her boss was a kind man, but considering what just happened, would he help her, or would he add ghee to the fire?

Nayana was too shocked to even switch o the channel! What was happening? Why was there no police? Why was no one even trying to stop that garbage of a reporter from disgracing a woman live? And why was no one even trying to help her daughter who obviously was in trouble? Was this happening only here or were these kinds of incidents happening elsewhere? She grabbed the remote flicking through the news channels. She was deeply distressed as she saw women.... young women, being humiliated and disgraced in public - some were openly stripping the women, some were raping them ... Was there no law here in this country? Where was the police that was supposed to protect the women? She wondered, watching the chaos that the city had become. The reporters covering the events were making no effort to blur or hide the identity of the females that were being attacked - rather they were openly revealing the faces and personal details of these unfortunate women. Why are they doing that? What is happening to this world? Why is there no law and order in the city? Why is no one stopping this? She thought as she prepared to rescue her daughter.