The loud clatter of a glass shattering jolted Rajni awake. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and she took a moment to orient herself, her gaze lazily scanning the office room. It wasn't until her eyes settled on the source of the noise that she fully came to her senses.
A maid, likely in her thirties, knelt on the floor, trembling as she hurriedly picked up the broken shards of glass. Fear etched across her face, she cast nervous glances toward the open balcony Rajni hadn't noticed earlier.
"Maafi, Chote Thakur," the maid whispered, her voice quivering as though her words alone might save her.
Rajni's gaze shifted to the balcony, where Ratnesh stood like an immovable statue of authority. His sharp eyes were locked onto the maid, their intensity enough to make anyone tremble. The muscles in his jaw tightened, his stance rigid, exuding a simmering rage that made the air around him feel thick and suffocating. It was as though the trivial mistake of dropping a glass had crossed some invisible line of propriety.
Rajni instinctively recoiled, her body curling in on itself, but the movement sent sharp waves of pain coursing through her. A low groan escaped her lips as the raw aches from the office's brutal encounter resurfaced.
"Ek kaam bhi dhang se nahi hota tum m**d*******o se! Nikal ja yahan se, saali!" Ratnesh's voice thundered, shaking the walls of the room. The maid flinched violently at his outburst, her trembling hands struggling to gather the shards of broken glass.
"Maafi malik" the maid stammered, her voice barely audible as she lowered her head in submission. Her hurried movements were a pitiful attempt to escape the room, her bowed figure disappearing quickly through the door, leaving behind an oppressive silence.
Ratnesh's muttered curses filled the void as his menacing glare lingered on the spot where the maid had stood moments ago. His expression gradually softened, though, as his eyes shifted to Rajni.
Seated on the floor, Rajni's wide, fearful eyes met his, her chest rising and falling with each nervous breath. Her pulse quickened when his gaze lingered on her for a second too long.
"Uth gayi tu?" His tone shifted, softening just slightly as he moved toward her. The anger that had once tightened his face faded, replaced by an almost mocking calm.
He crouched slightly, his eyes narrowing as he scanned her from head to toe, lingering for a moment at her disheveled appearance. "Saali ne jaga diya tujhe," he muttered, his voice laced with irritation.
Ratnesh's hand tightened slightly on her chin, tilting her face upward to meet his piercing gaze. His smirk deepened as his thumb traced the line of her jaw, his voice dripping with mockery. "Par uski bhi galati nahi thi," he said with a low chuckle, his eyes flicking down her form. "Ab tu aise zameen pe bina kapdon ke padi rahegi, toh koi bhi tujhe dekh ke galatiyan kar de... aur tab, jab tu itti sundar hai."
Rajni's breath hitched as his words sank in. Her gaze shifted downward, and the stark realization of her nakedness struck her like a wave. Her eyes widened in horror as shame coursed through her, her face heating with embarrassment. Tears welled up, blurring her vision as the humiliation of being seen like this by the maid washed over her. The thought of being the subject of whispers in the haveli, the talk of the servants, made her heart sink further.
"Areyy, areyyy, tu toh rone lagi," Ratnesh mocked, his laughter echoing in the oppressive silence of the room. His hand left her chin only to deliver a light, taunting slap to her cheek. "Ab toh ye roz ka hi hoga," he said, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Agar tu aise hi beech mein so jaayegi toh."
Rajni's shoulders hunched as she tried to shrink into herself, but Ratnesh's gaze held her firmly in place. His mocking laughter and dismissive tone made her humiliation complete, leaving her feeling small and powerless under his commanding presence.
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After the incident in Thakur's office, Rajni retreated to her room, bolting the door behind her and refusing to answer when the maids came with lunch or evening snacks. She was consumed by a storm of shame and anger, unable to reconcile the humiliation she had endured. Her heart ached, not just from their actions but from the realization of how truly insolent and heartless the Thakurs could be.
She had tried to rationalize their treatment of her-how they used her as though she were nothing more than a rag doll, something devoid of feelings or humanity. But the blatant disrespect they had shown her in the office was beyond what she could tolerate. Tears streamed down her face as she clenched her fists in frustration.
Rajni's mind raced, torn between the fear of defiance and the unshakable need to preserve what little dignity she had left. She couldn't allow them to continue treating her like an object, something to be used and discarded. In her heart, she resolved to reclaim her sense of self, no matter how impossible it seemed in the confines of the Haveli.
It was now night, and another set of knocks echoed on Rajni's door. Unlike before, she ignored it again, pulling her knees closer to her chest as she sat on the floor.
"Rajni didi," came the voice of a maid from the other side. Though older than Rajni, the maid still addressed her with respect. "Chaliye, khaana khaa lijiye. Thakur sahab neeche aapka intezaar kar rahe hain," she urged gently.
"Mujhe nahi khaana hai. Aap jao yaha se," Rajni replied sharply, her voice strained and hoarse, betraying the hours she had spent crying. Frustration, anger, and exhaustion laced her tone, but it was clear she wasn't in the mood to relent.
The maid sighed, worry evident in her voice as she pleaded, "Thakur sahab gussa ho jaayenge. Aap kyun aise kar rahi hain?" She cared for Rajni's safety, knowing all too well the wrath the Thakurs could unleash. That morning, a fellow maid had whispered about the humiliating sight of Rajni lying naked on the office floor, discarded like an object. The image haunted the maid, and pity tugged at her heart for the girl who seemed so out of place in this world of power and cruelty.
Rajni's reply was quick and cutting, "Toh hone dijiye gussa. Hume nahi khaana hai, aur hum neeche nahi aayenge." For the first time, there was a stubborn defiance in her voice-a small, desperate act of rebellion. She refused to submit, not this time.
The maid's panic grew as she heard the loud crash of furniture downstairs. Ratnesh's booming shout followed, his fury palpable. The sound of his chair being flung aside echoed through the Haveli, sending shivers down her spine.
"Kripya, chaliye," the maid begged again, her voice trembling. "Thakur sahab gusse mein hain, aur wo upar aa rahe hain." She banged lightly on the door, pleading with urgency, but Rajni remained firm, her resolve unbroken.
The heavy, approaching footsteps of Ratnesh reverberated through the hallway. The maid's voice was now almost a whisper, tinged with despair. "Didi, darwaza khol lijiye. Mat dikhaiye unhe ye zid..."
But Rajni didn't move. She didn't open the door, her heart pounding as she braced herself for the inevitable.
"Nikal yaha se!" Ratnesh shouted at the maid, his voice thunderous and commanding. The maid, terrified, scurried away without a second's hesitation. He slapped his hand against the wooden door, the sharp sound echoing in the hallway. "Aur tu, madarchod! Darwaza khol aur abhi bahar aa!" His tone was icy and venomous, anger spilling from his words like molten lava.
"Nahi kholungi," Rajni replied, her voice shaky but resolute. Though not as loud as his, it carried a defiant edge that only seemed to stoke his fury.
"Kya bola, randi, tune?" Ratnesh barked, his rage escalating. "Kya bola, madarchod!" His fists pounded aggressively on the door, each strike louder and harder. When he kicked the door with brute force, the entire frame shuddered, and for a moment, Rajni feared the latch would give way. But it held firm, much to her relief.
"Ratnesh, bas kar," Srikant's stern voice rang out from behind, cutting through the chaos. Ratnesh paused, his hand mid-air, and turned to face his elder brother. His expression was a mix of frustration and confusion, silently questioning why he was being stopped.
"Abhi aur isi waqt mere kamre mein aa," Srikant ordered, his tone calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward his room.
Ratnesh's glare snapped back to the door. "Tu madarchod ruk, aur dekh, main tera kya karta hoon," he threatened, his voice low and deadly. The words sent a chill racing down Rajni's spine, her earlier defiance dissolving into fear.
Her breath hitched as the realization hit her-her attempt to assert herself, to demand some semblance of respect, had only backfired. Instead of gaining their attention in a way that might shift the power dynamic, she had provoked Ratnesh's wrath. Now, all she could do was sit there, trembling, and wait for the consequences of her boldness. The fear of what awaited her made her regret the small rebellion, knowing that it would likely lead to something far worse than she had anticipated.
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"Ye kya tamasha laga rakha hai tune?" Srikant scolded, his voice sharp and commanding. His piercing glare met Ratnesh's, who gritted his teeth in defiance. The silent challenge in Ratnesh's eyes only served to inflame Srikant's anger further. "Main maar daalunga usko agar tune ye sab natak dobara kiya toh," he growled, his tone carrying a deadly finality.
Ratnesh's expression shifted, a flicker of unease crossing his face as he registered his brother's threat against Rajni’s life. But his own anger didn't waver for long. "Tu ek Thakur hai," Srikant continued, his voice rising, "aur ek ladki ke liye, jo saali ek chhote ghar se kharidi hui r*** hai, uske liye itna bawal macha raha hai?"
"Main toh usse sabak sikha deta, tu beech mein aa gaya," Ratnesh retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. His jaw clenched tightly as his anger simmered just below the surface. "Aur soch bhi mat usse maarne ka, Srikant. Warna aage jo hoga, uska zimmedar main nahi rahunga. Uspe sirf tera nahi, mera bhi haq hai. Aur meri ijaazat ke bina, usse koi nuksaan nahi pahuncha sakta—tu bhi nahi," he warned, his eyes dark and menacing.
"Toh ye apni harqaton se pehle socha kar, saale," Srikant shot back, his voice growing colder and more domineering. "Tab teri akal kya marne chali jaati hai? Kya soch raha tha tu, ki usse aise nangi zameen par uss gandagi mein sota hua chhod kar, ek naukrani ko andar bulayega, toh wo kaise vartav karegi?"
Srikant's words landed with the force of a whip, each syllable laced with razor-sharp authority. "Jab ye chutiya harkatein karta hai, tab dimag kahan rehta hai tera?" he demanded, his voice rising above the palpable tension in the room. Ratnesh's fists clenched, his frustration evident, but he remained silent under his brother's piercing gaze.
"Sun," Srikant continued, his tone hard and unyielding. "Mujhe ye sab tamasha nahi chahiye. Aur mujhe pata hai ki ab tere dimag mein kya chal raha hai, par usse haath lagane ka soch bhi mat." His words were a warning, firm and final. "Usse saja main dunga," he added, making it clear who held the reins of control.
Ratnesh opened his mouth to protest, his anger bubbling to the surface, but Srikant raised his palm, silencing him with a single, commanding gesture. "Aur ye teri saja hai," Srikant declared, his voice cold and resolute, "ki tu usse koi saja nahi dega. Is baar, bas dekhna hoga tujhe."
The weight of Srikant's words hung heavy in the air, leaving no room for argument. Ratnesh’s jaw tightened, his pride bruised, but he grudgingly nodded, knowing better than to defy his elder brother’s decree.
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