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I got up early that day as Sameer was supposed to leave early to work. It was me who looked after the house and everything after our parents’ unfortunate death. No doubt that Sameer looked after me very well and loved me too. After our parents' death, we divided our work and I eventually took all my mother's work like household, cooking, cleaning and so on. Sameer being only a male member left in our family decided to look for a job and earn a livelihood for both of us. He got a job in an electronic showroom but his wages were meager. It was really hard for us to manage with so less but we had no option left. We were happy with what we had and loved each other’s company too. Many a times Sameer would bring gifts for me to keep me happy but many a times I use to scold him for he bought expensive gifts which we couldn’t afford.
Everything was in the pink of health but gradually I started to observe Sameer behaving weirdly and become greedy. He then, every evening, used to talk to me about his fewer wages and prices of goods touching the sky. It seemed weird to me as he never talked so before. Our evening talks gradually changed from talks on his day’s routine to the increasing inflation rate. I was disappointed but I thought to give him some space and time to freshen up, yet I couldn’t find him becoming normal.
One day I was passing through our living room and peeped in, I saw Sameer counting bundle of notes. I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t believe my eyes and that was surely black money. I was afraid to talk to Sameer about this and so I didn’t. Days passed and now Sameer and I didn’t exchange a single word for a month. He was totally changed now. He started smoking and got addicted to drugs on which he would blow out all his salary and would hand me some pennies left. It was really hard to manage with so less but I kept quiet and never spoke a word again
One day a man came along Sameer to our place. He had red eyes, long crisp beard. He looked at me very vulgarly but I kept quiet 'coz I thought it would be incorrect to raise my voice and humiliate our guest. I greeted him and went into the kitchen for preparing tea for both of them. My mind was crowded with the man and the way he looked at me. I was embarrassed but I kept quiet. I then poured the tea into the cups and took them to the hall where they both were sitting. I was astonished so see Sameer holding a bundle of notes and they seemed to be a large amount but I kept quiet. I served Sameer and his cheap friend even. As soon as I offered him the cup he held my wrist in his hand and started squishing it. I cried “Sameer, Sameer stop your friend.” But he wouldn’t listen, he was busy counting those notes. I cried again but he didn’t even look at me.
The man took me to his cars abruptly and I was still crying. He threw me into his car and rode off. I tried to stop him but he didn’t. I cried for help but nobody turned up. He dragged me out of the car to his house. I asked him to leave me but he didn’t bother. He closed the door of his house and came nearer to me and I was pushing him aside. Then he lost his patience and slapped me, dragged me to his room, and asked me to pull off my clothes. I didn’t. He said “your brother’s a jerk, he told me you wouldn’t trouble me but you are a headache. I paid for you and now you belong to me. So don’t waste my time and hurry up.” My heart shattered, I couldn’t imagine Sameer doing this to me. I realized it was all my fault 'coz I kept quiet, I didn’t stop him, 'coz I preferred to be silent than standing up. It was all my fault. The man took me to his bed and climbed on me. I was horrified and it was dreadful. I died that day, I died every day he touched me. I was helpless which is the worst feeling. From that day, I kept cursing Sameer for what he did to me, I would never forgive him for this. I prayed every day that no one should go through what I was going from. I prayed for harmony and humanity and nothing else, not even my freedom.
Today I am feeling free 'coz I am going to free myself from this miserable life. I am ending my life. I feel good today as I shared my grievances with somebody. But I am going to tell this all to God. I will tell him what his people are doing. I will tell him everything; I will ask him justice for me and for all sufferers of my kind who had been betrayed by their own people. I am going to tell him about everything which I am writing in my suicide note. I have no desire to live now and I am very happy today as I will be freed from this serfdom. But beware 'coz I am going to tell him everything.