09-11-2022, 08:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2022, 09:30 AM by ddey333. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Purva faces the slum women
The next morning, Purva woke up on time at 7PM sharp. Mushtaq was still wide asleep. As usual she got out of her husband’s love clutches and went to do her chores. She once again thought about the strategy she was going to apply to deal with the slum women. She was going to nonchalantly get in the queue completely nude. She will remain confident, and if anyone happens to rebuke her for her nakedness in public, she was going to just tell them that she likes to be naked for all and sundry to see and that there’s nothing they were going to do about it. She repeated her husband’s words in her mind, “DARR MAT!”. As she wasn’t allowed to brush or even wash her face, she simply picked up her can. She kissed her dear husband who was still sleeping happily and moved out of the house in all her nakedness.
For a split second, when Purva saw the burkha, she was tempted to wear it and go to get the milk. But then, she thought there was no point in doing that. The burkha did nothing to hide her modesty anyway and if the situation didn’t go well, she wouldn’t be spared even for the burkha, so she decided against it. With sheer resolution, she made her way to the milk booth all naked. As she walked, the people on the road were taken aback. People commented on her with things like “iske babbe dekh, kitne bade hai” and “iska bhosda ka mazaa alag hi hoga”, ridiculed her and some even shouted out loud calling her names like “duniya ki sabse besharmi randi” quite openly. She of course didn’t mind all that, as all of them were ultimately men who didn’t object to her running naked anywhere in the slums. She even blew a few of them kisses shamelessly, maintaining her resolve of dealing with the slum women. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was pounding like crazy. She was feeling very anxious about how it would turn out.
Finally the time had come when she was in the eye sight of the slum women waiting in the queue. As soon as they realized that Purva was strutting down naked to join the queue, a bunch of women walked towards her suspending their wait in the queue. From a distance, she could see that they were about 8-9 of them and they were all clumsily dressed slum workers, except that there were fully covered, while Purva was fully naked. She was concerned about what might transpire given that so many women were walking towards her, but she tried to keep her cool. As they neared her, she felt a little relieved that Sultana wasn’t one of them. All the women looked pretty young except for one who seemed to be leading the pack.
“Yeh kya hai? kuch mazaak chal rha hai kya?”, the woman, who was probably around 45 asked her in a rebuking tone.
“Kya hua?”, Purva asked, trying to sound assertive.
“Yeh nanga avatar kya hai? Apni ghar samjhi hai kya lodi? Sharam nhi aati tujhe bina kapde k ghoomne aise sab k saamne? Tu aurat hai ya kya hai?”
“Arre didi aurat toh dur ki baat hai, yeh toh insaan hi nhi hai, yeh ek kuttiya hai jo din raat chuddti rehti hai kisi se bhi, 1 rupayee ki raand hai yeh…”, said one of the younger women.
Purva was beginning to feel threatened as she felt cornered and did not find any male around who could support her for being completely nude out in the open infront of everyone. She managed to gather her courage and said, “Mein tumhare jaise hi aurat hu, parr mujhe sab k saamne aise nanga ghoomna bohot pasand hai, aur mein hamesha aise hi rahungi…aap logon ko kya problem hai?”
*slap*
One of the younger women slapped her hard on her right cheek. “Kya boli randi? Humare jaise aurat? tu toh randi hai, hum paise wale nhi hai parr kam se kam ijjat toh hai humare paas. tu toh lodi bina ijjat ke apna bhosda aur gaand khol k chalti hai sadak pe, aur koi bhi mard tere andar bachha paida kar sakta hai…”, saying so, she spat roughly right at purva’s face, the spit depositing a big globule near her eyes.
Purva could feel herself unable to take control of the situation. Gradually more slum women reached the spot and there were about 12 of them all around purva.
One of the younger women looked angrily at Purva and said, “Sadina, rehne de…iss neech pe thukne bhi nhi chahiye, kam se kam sadak pe kuch hoga thuk se, iske muh pe thuko toh kya hi hoga”. Saying so she proceeded to deliver two hard slaps to purva, one on her left cheek and one on her right cheek.
karle apne badan ko, randi kahin ki”, she shouted towards Purva. Purva was now slowly regaining her physical and mental energy after the rough humiliation she was subjected to. There were people all around her, some even men by now who had probably witnessed the whole destruction. It was utmost humiliating to Purva as she sat there helplessly on the muddy ground as the old woman poured water on her body without touching her to get rid of the spit by the slum women in front of so many people. Purva slowly rubbed her hands over her body to get rid of the spit deposits on her entire body. She washed her eyes too and she began to feel a little better. Dadi maa then gave her a hand so that she could get up and gave her the can of milk. She then said with utmost disgust, “Ab jaa aur aise nanga kabhi mat ghoomna, jaa”, she said as she dropped the mug angrily into the bucket of water and left the scene.
Some of the slum women who were still present there hurled verbal abuses at Purva again. Purva timidly turned back to leave the spot. Her face and boobs were still crimson red from the hardcore treatment by the slum women. She was still wet and she managed to walk as quickly as possible so that she could reach her home. Once inside she quickly closed the door behind her. Mushtag was still sleeping snoring happily, as she fell to the floor all naked, and continued to cry.
The next morning, Purva woke up on time at 7PM sharp. Mushtaq was still wide asleep. As usual she got out of her husband’s love clutches and went to do her chores. She once again thought about the strategy she was going to apply to deal with the slum women. She was going to nonchalantly get in the queue completely nude. She will remain confident, and if anyone happens to rebuke her for her nakedness in public, she was going to just tell them that she likes to be naked for all and sundry to see and that there’s nothing they were going to do about it. She repeated her husband’s words in her mind, “DARR MAT!”. As she wasn’t allowed to brush or even wash her face, she simply picked up her can. She kissed her dear husband who was still sleeping happily and moved out of the house in all her nakedness.
For a split second, when Purva saw the burkha, she was tempted to wear it and go to get the milk. But then, she thought there was no point in doing that. The burkha did nothing to hide her modesty anyway and if the situation didn’t go well, she wouldn’t be spared even for the burkha, so she decided against it. With sheer resolution, she made her way to the milk booth all naked. As she walked, the people on the road were taken aback. People commented on her with things like “iske babbe dekh, kitne bade hai” and “iska bhosda ka mazaa alag hi hoga”, ridiculed her and some even shouted out loud calling her names like “duniya ki sabse besharmi randi” quite openly. She of course didn’t mind all that, as all of them were ultimately men who didn’t object to her running naked anywhere in the slums. She even blew a few of them kisses shamelessly, maintaining her resolve of dealing with the slum women. As she neared the milk booth, her heart was pounding like crazy. She was feeling very anxious about how it would turn out.
Finally the time had come when she was in the eye sight of the slum women waiting in the queue. As soon as they realized that Purva was strutting down naked to join the queue, a bunch of women walked towards her suspending their wait in the queue. From a distance, she could see that they were about 8-9 of them and they were all clumsily dressed slum workers, except that there were fully covered, while Purva was fully naked. She was concerned about what might transpire given that so many women were walking towards her, but she tried to keep her cool. As they neared her, she felt a little relieved that Sultana wasn’t one of them. All the women looked pretty young except for one who seemed to be leading the pack.
“Yeh kya hai? kuch mazaak chal rha hai kya?”, the woman, who was probably around 45 asked her in a rebuking tone.
“Kya hua?”, Purva asked, trying to sound assertive.
“Yeh nanga avatar kya hai? Apni ghar samjhi hai kya lodi? Sharam nhi aati tujhe bina kapde k ghoomne aise sab k saamne? Tu aurat hai ya kya hai?”
“Arre didi aurat toh dur ki baat hai, yeh toh insaan hi nhi hai, yeh ek kuttiya hai jo din raat chuddti rehti hai kisi se bhi, 1 rupayee ki raand hai yeh…”, said one of the younger women.
Purva was beginning to feel threatened as she felt cornered and did not find any male around who could support her for being completely nude out in the open infront of everyone. She managed to gather her courage and said, “Mein tumhare jaise hi aurat hu, parr mujhe sab k saamne aise nanga ghoomna bohot pasand hai, aur mein hamesha aise hi rahungi…aap logon ko kya problem hai?”
*slap*
One of the younger women slapped her hard on her right cheek. “Kya boli randi? Humare jaise aurat? tu toh randi hai, hum paise wale nhi hai parr kam se kam ijjat toh hai humare paas. tu toh lodi bina ijjat ke apna bhosda aur gaand khol k chalti hai sadak pe, aur koi bhi mard tere andar bachha paida kar sakta hai…”, saying so, she spat roughly right at purva’s face, the spit depositing a big globule near her eyes.
Purva could feel herself unable to take control of the situation. Gradually more slum women reached the spot and there were about 12 of them all around purva.
One of the younger women looked angrily at Purva and said, “Sadina, rehne de…iss neech pe thukne bhi nhi chahiye, kam se kam sadak pe kuch hoga thuk se, iske muh pe thuko toh kya hi hoga”. Saying so she proceeded to deliver two hard slaps to purva, one on her left cheek and one on her right cheek.
karle apne badan ko, randi kahin ki”, she shouted towards Purva. Purva was now slowly regaining her physical and mental energy after the rough humiliation she was subjected to. There were people all around her, some even men by now who had probably witnessed the whole destruction. It was utmost humiliating to Purva as she sat there helplessly on the muddy ground as the old woman poured water on her body without touching her to get rid of the spit by the slum women in front of so many people. Purva slowly rubbed her hands over her body to get rid of the spit deposits on her entire body. She washed her eyes too and she began to feel a little better. Dadi maa then gave her a hand so that she could get up and gave her the can of milk. She then said with utmost disgust, “Ab jaa aur aise nanga kabhi mat ghoomna, jaa”, she said as she dropped the mug angrily into the bucket of water and left the scene.
Some of the slum women who were still present there hurled verbal abuses at Purva again. Purva timidly turned back to leave the spot. Her face and boobs were still crimson red from the hardcore treatment by the slum women. She was still wet and she managed to walk as quickly as possible so that she could reach her home. Once inside she quickly closed the door behind her. Mushtag was still sleeping snoring happily, as she fell to the floor all naked, and continued to cry.
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