The unrepentant sinners turned to lust driven monsters on eyeing the helpless girl in tattered clothes. She struggled as one guy held her by the wrist and the other was shoving her inside the car.
I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE
My baba married me off to him. He took me to Delhi. After few days, he started ill treating me. He even insisted and forced me to work in brothels.
THE SCOURGE OF LIFE
With her deep brown eyes full of hopes and dreams like the others, she was born in this very place with her unfavorable fate which forced her to live this life.
Memories as a child
I wrote a short story to share with you about My memories about Russia. Something I wrote is true but I didn’t tell more about my life
I am a Prostitute
Editor’s Choice: Her bare cold feet were shuffling above one another in a vain attempt for warmth, but the cold was already creeping its way through her body
LLC03: A Li’l Different Tale of Love
It had been the longest half-an-hour of my life. I had felt my conscience raining down virtual slaps me the whole time. And the saddest part was, each of her words was true
Meena…
The life I choose for myself was not easy and getting some one else into this kind of society was a difficult task. The doubts I had were taunting me day and night.
Hunger
Editor’s Choice: I was fed up of being a prostitute. I didn’t want such a life. I couldn’t, anymore, have a guest in my room every night, touching me in places which every woman has the right to guard.
Prostitute
Sarah smiled, came near him, and took the wallet from his hand. A minute later he got it back, without seventy five dollars inside.”Thank you!” she said and left the room.
The Red Highway
Editor’s Choice: She wore a sleeveless black dress. Soft curve of her bare shoulder almost touched his skin…and he accidentally saw her armpit hair, which was also dyed pink.
