55 Fiction: Wounded

He walked free on the streets of New Delhi again. 5 years of prison life didn’t change the way he looks at the womenfolk.

One night, he drank too much and passed out. It was 2.43 a.m. He felt being dragged by someone. He opened his eyes slowly. There was a teenage girl.

ViolenceHe wasn’t found anymore………………………………………

 

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