06-02-2026, 06:05 AM
Next morning, Divya woke up early on the sofa. She felt a little disturbance inside her mind. Her body felt heavy.
She remembered last night — the slap, the grope, how she froze. Shame came back fast.
She got up quietly. Made tea for herself. Woke Monu gently. “Beta, college time.” She made breakfast — simple roti and sabzi. Packed his tiffin. Helped him wear uniform. Smiled for him like always. But inside, she felt dirty. Wrong.
Ranjith did not come back that day. He called in the morning. “Mom needs one more check-up. I will stay one more day.” His voice was normal. Divya said “Okay” and “Take care.” She felt relief. Also fear. If he comes home, will he see something on her face?
She dressed in a simple blue saree. Neat pallu. Bindi. Mangalsutra shining. Looked like a good wife, good teach.er.
Took Monu to college drop. Then walked to bus stop for convent.
At the bus stop, she saw him.
The old beggar.
He sat on the same corner of pavement. Dirty kurta. Crooked stick. Same place every week.
He looked up. Saw her.
His eyes went to her face.
Then down — to her saree, her breasts under the blouse, her hips. Slow look.
No smile. Just staring.
Divya felt hot shame rush to her face. Cheeks burned red. She looked away fast. Pulled pallu tighter over chest. Heart beat very fast.
---He touched me last night. He slapped my ass. He tried to make me touch him--
She remembered his rough hand. His hard thing pressing. How she did not scream loud enough.
Bus came. She got in quickly. Sat near window. Looked outside but did not see anything. Mind full of shame.
She whispered to herself, very soft: “I must control myself.”
All day in convent she taught children. Smiled. Corrected books. But inside, disturbance stayed. Little shame became big shame.
When she came home in evening, house felt empty. Ranjith not back yet. Monu playing.
She made dinner. Sat with Monu. Ate.
She remembered last night — the slap, the grope, how she froze. Shame came back fast.
She got up quietly. Made tea for herself. Woke Monu gently. “Beta, college time.” She made breakfast — simple roti and sabzi. Packed his tiffin. Helped him wear uniform. Smiled for him like always. But inside, she felt dirty. Wrong.
Ranjith did not come back that day. He called in the morning. “Mom needs one more check-up. I will stay one more day.” His voice was normal. Divya said “Okay” and “Take care.” She felt relief. Also fear. If he comes home, will he see something on her face?
She dressed in a simple blue saree. Neat pallu. Bindi. Mangalsutra shining. Looked like a good wife, good teach.er.
Took Monu to college drop. Then walked to bus stop for convent.
At the bus stop, she saw him.
The old beggar.
He sat on the same corner of pavement. Dirty kurta. Crooked stick. Same place every week.
He looked up. Saw her.
His eyes went to her face.
Then down — to her saree, her breasts under the blouse, her hips. Slow look.
No smile. Just staring.
Divya felt hot shame rush to her face. Cheeks burned red. She looked away fast. Pulled pallu tighter over chest. Heart beat very fast.
---He touched me last night. He slapped my ass. He tried to make me touch him--
She remembered his rough hand. His hard thing pressing. How she did not scream loud enough.
Bus came. She got in quickly. Sat near window. Looked outside but did not see anything. Mind full of shame.
She whispered to herself, very soft: “I must control myself.”
All day in convent she taught children. Smiled. Corrected books. But inside, disturbance stayed. Little shame became big shame.
When she came home in evening, house felt empty. Ranjith not back yet. Monu playing.
She made dinner. Sat with Monu. Ate.
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