EP 2
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Cities don’t welcome people like me.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
They pretend to.
Smile at my scholarship, clap for my grades, bow for my silence.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
But I’ve learned the truth.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
They don’t welcome girls like me.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
They brace for impact.
Girl 1
(whispers)
“Woh Abhishree Rathore hai na?”
“Sunaa usne last year ek ladke ki wrist tod di thi. Bas kyunki usne uska dupatta kheench liya tha…”
"That’s Abhishree Rathore, right?"
"Heard she broke a guy’s wrist last year just for pulling her dupatta…"
Girl 2
(whispers)
“Yaar, she’s insanely pretty. Woh aankhon mein kuch hota hai... like—cold fire.”
“Par koi uske paas jaane ki himmat nahi karta.”
"Man, she’s crazy pretty. Her eyes? Like cold fire."
"But no one dares go near her."
Boy 1
(in whisper)
“Wahi Rathore? Jisko uske khud ke ghar waale witch bolte hain?”
"That Rathore girl? The one her own family calls a witch?"
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
My bag was heavy.
But their whispers were lighter than what I’d carried before.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Trauma doesn’t need a megaphone.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Sometimes, all it takes…
Is one look that says
“Shut. The. Hell. Up.”
[Scene Shift: Hostel Check-in | Common Area | Room Allocation Board]
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
I scanned the list like it had personally offended me.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
And then I saw it.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
My name.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Next to his.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Ekansh.
Rajvanshi.
The boy who once held my secrets like treasure.
Then threw them like confetti for a crowd.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
“Well played, fate.
You could’ve given me a room with rats.
But instead, you handed me a snake in designer shoes.”
[Scene Shift: Hostel Hallway | Room 207 | Door creaks open]
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
The first thing I noticed wasn’t the boy.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
It was the cologne.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Then I saw him.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
Sitting on the bed like he owned the floor.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
White shirt. Black jeans.
Eyes like sin. Mouth like a dare.
Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}
(without looking up)
“Wow.
Tu ab bhi zinda hai?”
"Wow.
You’re still alive?"
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
(calmly placing her bag down)
“Tum ab bhi bol rahe ho.
Disappointment.”
"And you’re still speaking.
Disappointing."
[Silence. Thick. Familiar. Deadly.]
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
His eyes finally met mine.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
And there it was.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
The same boy who once promised to protect my voice—
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
And then used it as a joke.
Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}
(smirking)
“Nice hoodie. Still hiding behind fabric?”
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
“Still hiding behind sarcasm?
Cute.”
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
I walked to my side of the room, threw my hoodie off.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
And for the first time…
I let him see what I’d become.
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
The healed voice. The hardened heart. The hollow I’d filled with fury.
Author
From the healed voice it means that her voice was raspy before which was due to the screams when her stepmom tortured her.
Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}
(low, surprised)
“Tumhari awaaz…?”
"Your voice…?"
Abhishree Rathore {Fl}
(deadpan)
“Zinda hai.
Tere jaise logon ko sunwaane ke liye nahi.”
"It’s alive.
But not to entertain people like you."
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