She smiled as a stream of blood flowed past her. It was over now and she gave a sigh of relief.
Memories of her 12th birthday streaked through her mind. She remembered it was her school’s founder’s day celebration. She had taken part in the ballet dance, and was proudly flaunting her white short skirt. She knew she looked the prettiest among all the dancers even her teachers couldn’t stop praising her beauty.
After the function was over, her uncle picked her up from school and took her to his home. He was a lawyer and had a huge farmhouse at the outskirts of the town that was the venue for her birthday party. She had always adored him for what he was. She had always admired him for his good looks and because he had always treated her like a princess.
When she reached there, the farmhouse was deserted her aunt and other family members were to reach there by late afternoon. She got down from the car and ran towards the swimming pool her favourite place in the house. She took off her ballet shoes and sat down at the edge of the pool putting her legs in the cold water. A few moments later her uncle called her inside the house but she refused to go. She was enjoying the feel of cold water and splashing it with her feet. A few minutes later her uncle came out and asked her to come inside the house. In the mood of fun she pulled him in the pool too and started splashing water on him.
Their clothes were wet. He looked at her from head to waist. Her wet hair sticking to her neck, her wet white dress sticking to her chest gave him a mad rush of blood. He gave her a weird smile. She had never seen him like this before. Suddenly he grabbed her with one hand and started pulling her into the house. Initially she thought her uncle was having fun and she tried to free herself but his grip was very strong and it made her feel uncomfortable. She requested him to leave her but he took her inside the bedroom.
She thought her uncle was angry on her of what she did to him in the pool. She begged for forgiveness fearing that he might hit her and pleaded him to let her go. Instead he threw her on bed and locked the door from inside. She closed her eyes afraid anticipating a blow from him anytime.
However, he didn’t hit her, instead he put something soft in her hand, she opened her eyes and the sight made her scream. Her uncle was standing half naked in front of her. She started screaming and crying. He slapped her face, ripped her off her clothes and pushed himself inside her.
The pain, the burning sensation, the blood were all unbearable. She hated him for causing her so much pain. The man she had adored and respected once, had become repugnant and filthy now.
He threatened her that if she complained about him, she would be dead. With time the physical pain was gone but the emotional pain and torture scarred her life permanently. Whenever he found her alone he would force himself on her and all she could do was unsuccessfully try to protect herself. She shuddered every time she saw him, breaking into sweats. But with time it became a dull pain which was there constantly at the back of her head.
She had lived the pain every single day for the last ten years until today when he forced her to serve his client. She had refused. This made him angry.
He had slapped her and pulled off her duppata, pushing her towards the man sitting in the corner of the room. She spread her hands to avoid falling down and her hands got hold of the spear which was until now an antique showpiece adorning the beauty of the room. The view had scared the client and he had ran off from the room while her uncle didn’t realise that his sin of last ten years was about to end
She sat in front of him with her hands drenched in blood, looking at him die. This was the moment she had always dreamed of since she was twelve. It took her ten long years to gather the courage, for a decade he had haunted her day and night, every morning she would get up with the fear of facing him and now she had ended that fear. He would no longer haunt her.
