divya

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Hamee stood very close on the roof. Street light from lane came up and fell on both of them. Divya’s light blue saree looked soft in that light.

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‎Hamee spoke low, voice rough from liquor.
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‎“Yesterday morning I met Beedaa. He just came to pay house rent.”
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‎Divya looked at him. Doubt in her eyes. She did not speak.
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‎Hamee smiled dirty. Came one step more close.
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‎“Beedaa said your breasts are beautiful. How he know?”
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‎Divya’s eyes became angry.
‎She looked at him hard. Face hot.
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‎Hamee suddenly pulled her waist with one hand. Pulled her close. Hugged her tight.
‎ His dirty shirt touched her clean saree. Liquor smell is strong.
‎His other hand on her back.
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‎Divya tried to push him away. Hands on his chest. “Leave me… please…”
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‎But he was strong. Did not let go.
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‎He put his mouth near her ear. Hot breath.
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‎“How Beedaa see your breasts?”
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‎Divya became silent. No answer. Body stiff. She stopped pushing. Just stood there. Heart beating very fast.
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‎Street light shone on them. Made her sindoor look bright red. Her cheeks pink from shame.
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‎Hamee bent his head. Kissed on her sindoor. Lips touched the red powder on her forehead. Then moved down.
‎ Kissed her cheek.
‎Rough beard scratched her soft skin. Kiss wet and slow.
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‎Hamee kissed her cheek again. Then whispered.
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‎“Memsab… tell me. How he see?”
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‎Divya did not answer.
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‎She just stood there. Silent. In his arms.