My Hooligan

🎤🎤.....In this world, a mother is the greatest warrior..... 🎤🎤

A young pregnant🤰 girl of 13 was seen running through a forest with an older man with grey hair beside her. It was a rainy night and both were drenched in the heavy pouring rain.

She turned to look behind her multiple times to see if anyone was chasing then but she didn't see anyone.

The old man suddenly stops to catch his breath prompting the younger girl to stop also and went to meet him. The old man started shivering. They were out of the forest and were in a lonely bush path.

"I can't go any further Amulya." He said after regaining his strength to talk. "I have helped you escape from there, you have to take the journey alone now." He told her

"Won't they kill you if they find out you helped me escape?" Amulya asked softly. She was feeling cold but tried not to shiver.

"No, don't worry about me." The old man said and dug around his pockets and brought out some money and gave it to her who collected it. "Use this for yourself and take care of yourself, Amulya. Just ran straight, and you will find two path splits, take the right one, and follow it until you see houses."

Amulya holding the money tightly in her hand nodded her head in appreciation. "Thank you for everything, just in case they find out I escape and you help me, I am sorry for what they will do to you." With that she turns around and continues running, following the old man's direction.

The old man watches as the young girl with nothing saved for the money he had given her ran into the unknown.

A sound of clapping greeted his ears and Lady Deepa- a lady in her mid thirties, with thick black hair pulled in a bun. She was slender and taller- came out from where she has been hiding with two of her bodyguards holding long swords. One of the guards was holding an umbrella above the head of Lady Deepa and the other one threw another umbrella to the old man who caught it and quickly opened it.

"I told you to make her run away from here and not to give her money Mr helper." Lady Deepa said in an angry tone.

"B- but she will die of starvation ma'am."

"Isn't that what we all want?"

"Yes, I am sorry."

"Whatever, I have sent some guards to keep an eye on her until she gives birth. If she gives birth to a boy they should kill him immediately but if it is a girl, they should leave the child." Lady Deepa told him. "Any news again?"

"Yes ma'am, the trucks filled with the children and adults are inside the fortress."

"Tomorrow, arrange the children according to their heights, and the adults too, our buyers are coming and also, look for a pretty young girl from the age of ten and bring her to my husband. Make sure you remove her womb before bringing her to him to avoid another mistake from happening, do I make myself clear, Doctor Yash?"

"Yes my lady." Doctor Yash replied and they entered the forest walking back towards the fortress.

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🎵🎵 When you walked, carrying me in your womb. Seems like you are majestically sitting in a chariot, Mother 🎵🎵

Amulya even in her seven months pregnancy ran with all her life. She doesn't know where to go, she was an orphan and was kidnapped and turn into a sex slave.

This was her chance to escape from her nightmare.

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Towards evening Amulya finds herself somewhere in Bombay, in a local village.

She walked around looking for a place to lay her head, apart from that, she was hungry. She hasn't eaten anything throughout the day.

But if she spends the little money Yash has given to her then where will she lay her head to sleep when it's night in case someone decides to take her in and ask her to pay?

Amulya continued walking occasionally looking back to see if she was being followed but saw no familiar hunting face. She ignored the whispers and looked towards her as she walked deeper into the village, no one spoke to her.

She got tired of walking and decided to rest. She found an empty little shade and went to sit on the ground.

Amulya was very hungry and was contemplating whether to use the money or not.

Someone cleared her throat which brought Amulya out of her thought.

"Good evening ma'am." Amulya said, staring at the old woman, not more than 50 looking down on her.

"Evening dear, what's your name?"

"Amulya ma'am."

"Where are you from?"

"I have forgotten ma'am, but I am an orphan." Amulya replied. "Please ma'am what is the name of this village?"

"Gorai village." The old lady answered. "Come with me to my house, I will give you shelter, here is not safe for you."

Amulya stood up to her feet. "Thank you ma'am but.."

"My name is Reena and I am a local midwife in this village so do not be afraid."

"Thank you ma'am." Amulya said again.

"Come with me."

Amulya followed Reena and once Reena answered one or two greetings with people familiar with her, Amulya was sure the.old woman was telling the truth.

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The Fortress:

A young girl of eleven years brought to a man with long dreadlocks which covered his face. He was very built and has creamy color.

The young beautiful girl started crying when she was pushed to him.

"Where is she?" He demanded from the guard that brought the younger girl to him.

"I-I-"

"Go and call me Deepa." He ordered and the guard happily ran out of the room.

Deepa opened the door and one could see how beautiful she looks.

"You sent for me when you know it's time for Krishna bedtime story."

"Our daughter will survive a night without her bedtime story, where is Amulya?"

"She escaped last night."

"Escape? From more than five (500) hundred guards stationed in each of the three gates?" He asked, not believing her.

"She escaped and that is all, there is a younger girl that has been brought to replace her." Deepa told him, looking at the crying girl without remorse.

"She is with my child Deepa and you know what happens if she gives birth to a boy outside my Fortress."

"She won't, I will make sure of it." Deepa said. "More slaves were brought in last night and some were sold today."

"Call me the priest and take this girl to Amulya room." The man said without a care.

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"Who did this to you, do you know his name? Or where he is from?" Reena asked Amulya after the girl had eaten to her satisfaction.

"If I tell you who did this to me, your life will be in grave danger ma'am, let me keep the faith of my child to myself please."

"Okay."

"You live alone ma'am?"

"Yes, my husband died some years ago, he was a farmer."

"How about your children?"

"My only child died of cancer a year before my husband died. We struggled to raise the money for his treatment, but we couldn't. We lost him to cancer."

"I am sorry."

"It's okay. You are not alone now."

"You too ma'am."

Reena took care of Amulya treating her like her own daughter until the night of her delivery.

The guards which were sent by Deepa stayed alert as they blended with the villagers, wearing the kind of clothes the men of the village wore. They waited and watched Amulya until her due date.

When the moon was hiding under the shield of the clouds, a fiery woman gave birth to a mighty volcano.

🎤🎤.....In this world, a mother is the greatest warrior..... 🎤🎤

The cry of the baby filled the room Reena and Amulya was.

"It's a girl." Reena said with a happy smile and cleaned up the baby before giving her to Amulya waiting arms. Her smile widened when she saw the affection Amulya was showing on her child. "Do you have a name for the baby?" She asked.

Amulya nodded her head slowly, "Zoya." She said. "Zoya Bairya."

Reena smiled widely, Bairya was her last name.

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Two Shadows in all blacks were seen entering through the house of Reena, they were so quiet as they tip toe into the room Amulya was in surprising Amulya who was awake and breastfeeding her child.

From their attire, Amulya knew who they were.

"Please....."

"Sshh, be quiet if you value your life." One threatened and that shut up Amulya.

The second one forcefully took the baby from her arms to verify something. Once he was satisfied with his findings.

"It's a girl." He told the other one before he faced Amulya. "Just thank your stars you birthed a female if not you would have been the mother of a dead child." He told her and he flung the child back to Amulya without a care and they left as quietly as they came.

As soon as they were gone, Amulya rose from the bed like a bolting light and lock her room door. She hoped their voices didn't wake up the old lady, she doesn't want to put the old woman in danger.

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9 Years Later....

Zoya grew up to be a very intelligent, smart and handwork girl who always helped her mother and grandmother at any slightest chance.

Amulya helps most of the villagers do their laundry and get paid for it. With the money she realizes from it, she divides it into two and uses half to stock foodstuffs in the house and the other half to send Zoya to school.

One day towards evening, Amulya was coming back from the market with the things she brought and it was raining heavily, she was soaked from head to toe, she saw a little girl sitting on the ground in the pouring rain. She ran to meet her.

"Why are you sitting down there, don't you know you will get cold? Where are you living, won't your parents be waiting for you?"

"I have no one ma'am." The little girl responded with a shivering voice.

"Okay, follow me." Amulya told the girl who stood up still shivering. Amulya went down on her knees. "Hop on." She told the little girl who quickly climbed Amulya back.

Amulya ran with the little girl on her back towards her home.

Soon she was at her room and Reena with her daughter welcomed her. One look on the little girl on Amulya's back melted the heart of Reena who took the girl from Amulya and went to bring one of Zoya clothes for her to wear even though it wasn't her size, and cover her with some wrappers.

"Who is she mama?" Zoya asked as she helped her mother in the kitchen.

"Someone who is like us." Amulya responded with a smile.

Food was ready and served and the little girl ate to her satisfaction.

"So what's your name?" Amulya asked once the four of them had finished eating.

"My name is Aishwarya."

"Where are you from?" Reena asked.

"I can't remember, my mother left me in a shed to go and buy something she forgot but didn't return. I went back home but found the place empty, she left me and I have been wandering on my own since. That was five years ago."

"How old are you?" Zoya demanded.

"12."

"I will be 10 soon." Zoya said. "From now henceforth, you are my big sister."

The friendship between Zoya and Aishwarya grew strong.

Amulya registered Aishwarya in the local school in the village where Zoya went and tried to make ends meet, one night she called both girls into her room. Reena has gone to sleep in her room. Her house consists of three rooms and a parlour. Reena stayed in one room, Amulya stayed in the second room while Zoya and Aishwarya stayed in the third room which was the room that Reena used for delivery, but since she was getting old, she converted the room into Zoya's room.

"There is something important I would love to talk to both of you." Amulya began. "Both of you are intelligent but...one of you will stop school and allow the other one to continue, the burden is too much for me."

"Let me stop my school mother and let Zoya continue." Aishwarya said.

"No, let me stop and you continue your school, you are my big sister and the senior, it won't make any sense if I continue to go to school and you stay at home." Zoya told Aishwarya. "Let me stop my school and let Aishwarya continue, there is no argument."

"Okay." Amulya said kissing both girls on their forehead tenderly.

Aishwarya continues her school while Zoya helps her mother in the laundry.

A month later, Aishwarya fell sick.

"I and Aishwarya are going out to get some drugs, we will be back soon." Amulya told Reena and Zoya.

"Be back soon Amulya, it's almost 7pm." Reena said.

"We will return soon mother." She said and kissed Zoya and left with Aishwarya.

But they didn't return as promised instead the news of their deaths.

A villager came to report their deaths to Reena. An unknown speeding truck had crushed Amulya and Aishwarya and ran away.

Their burial rites were performed and they were burnt and their ashes were given to Zoya who poured them into the village river.

Zoya remembered the conversation she had with her mother.

"How deep is the ocean? Without knowing the depths you can't rule over it. That is how you should be Zoya. Be like the ocean no one can rule." Amulya told her daughter. "People like us have no one to call our own, people like us live for alms. I won't always be with you forever my child, but promise me, I don't know how you are going to do it but you should become wealthy and help the likes of us. Be dominant and strong so that when you come to face your father one day, he will be scared of you. Others are scared of him, but you, let him be scared of you, promise me Zoya."

"I promise you mother." Zoya promised. "But tell me, who is my father?"

"Once you see him, you will know. He is feared all over India and a powerful man. I can't tell you his name, they might be watching my every move to end our lives." Amulya told her child looking around her in fear. "But don't worry my child, I will be alive till I have to hold your hand in the dark and make you walk through it even when you are scared of the dark, then I will teach you to even leave my hand and stand strong against others and walk through the darkness without fear."

"Of course mother, I will be strong and handworking for you, grandma and Aishwarya."

"Some people read history and some teach it, but you, I want you to create your own history my child." Amulya said and continued. "In this world there are two types of people, winners and losers, but life definitely gives every loser that one chance in which he or she can become a winner, always be a winner Zoya, promise me."

"I promise mother."

Zoya could remember the conversation like the back of her hand and she made up her mind to fulfill her late mother promise.

One week after the burial of Amulya and Aishwarya, Zoya went to meet Reena at night.

"Grandma, I will be leaving tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

"To find my father." Zoya answered. "Mother told me he is a powerful man, I need to find him."

"But you are too young to go out there and face the world alone."

"I am not alone grandma, I have you." Zoya said. "Tomorrow I will be gone before the morning sun comes out."

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Bombay City:

Raja Rajasthan was one of the biggest and feared Don in the whole Bombay. He has lot of gang all over Bombay and a dealer of guns and girls and boys prostitution. He was well respected and feared in the whole of Bombay. Bombay police have tried to apprehend him but no one has evidence to put Raja Rajasthan to prison.

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Anant Desai who lives in Bangalore in India was one of the biggest and feared Don in the whole Bangalore but mostly he has businesses all over Bombay. He goes to small villages, forces the people out and uses their lands for his own business, brothels, hotels. Police dare not question him, they all turn blind eyes to his business.

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Raveena kaali nickname Demon was the most dangerous of all Don's. He controls all Don's all over India. He is into all sorts of evil. The girls and boys Raja and Anant used for their brothels are from Raveena. He has 200 acres where he built a strong fortress and placed it with strong guards. He has slaves that dig out gold from his land. He was well feared and respected all over India. He calls for a meeting every five years for every Don's all over India to come to his fortress and give account of their business and give him 40% shares of their profit. No government dares enter his fortress. Rumour has it that Raveena Kaali is from the lineage of a Demon god called Kaali Yuga.

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Raja Rajasthan and Anant Desai don't cross each other's paths. Anant Desai is the right hand man of Raveena then Raja Rajasthan follows. Both Don's were always at war with each other and would do anything to eliminate the other from the surface of the earth.

In this war, Zoya entered, even though her worn out slippers were small, but the path where she laid her footsteps was big.

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🎤🎤.....In this world, a mother is the greatest warrior..... 🎤🎤

Zoey walked through the busy street of Bombay City without knowing where she was going. She had left the village early enough with a promise to her grandmother that She will be paying her a visit often. She had carried her little school bag along with which she used to put some of her clothes.

Bombay is large, no one knows her here and she know no one here. Everyone is going to their various places of work, she saw some of her mates going to their school, seeing them reminded her of herself and Aishwarya.

She started walking aimlessly without a destination until she saw a group of beggars, mainly children and women, sitting down on the roadside and she decided to join them.

Opening her bag and bringing out the half eaten bread 🍞 her grandmother gave me today before she left and started eating it. Someone tapped her shoulder and she twisted her head to the side to see who it was. I saw two boys, probably my age and one pointed at the bread I was eating. They were looking so dirty and smelling but I ignored it and looked beyond that and smiled at them.

"Yes."

"Please can we have some of your bread, I and my brother haven't eaten since yesterday." The one who pointed at my bread said to me.

I didn't ask any further questions as I divided my bread into two more parts and gave each of them a piece.

They sat beside me and we ate our bread in silence.

No water, I did not remember to bring the water bottle in grandma house, so I used my spit as water.

"Thank you, my name is Krish and my brother's name is Khaleel, what's your name?" He asked me.

"Zee." I replied to him and pointed at his second brother. "Can't he speak, you have been doing the talking." I told him.

"He's mute, he can't talk."

"Oh, sorry." I said, I felt pity for Khaleel. "Was he born this way or..." I left my word hanging and couldn't complete it.

"He was born this way."

"What about your parents?"

"They died in a car accident two years ago and we stayed with our uncle, his brother. His wife maltreated us and one day, we decided to run and we've been living off the street since." Krish answered me.

"Okay."

His brother did some sign language and Krish faced me.

"He wants to know why you ran away."

"I did not run away, I left on my own free will to find my lost treasure." I told them and that ends our discussion.

Some passengers threw some coins at us while some covered their noses. I prayed their noses would be blocked forever.

The sun was getting hotter and it looked as if all the sun families were doing some kind of competition today.

I ignored the burning sensation of the sun on my body and slept off holding my bag tight. Even though I shared my bread with these brothers, I won't let my guards down, they might be thieves, not that I have money but my most important treasure is in my bag, my mother's picture.

Someone tapped me roughly waking me up and I yawned loudly, stretching my two arms and swinging it in the air. I noticed it was very late, most of the shops were closed and the street was almost empty. It would seem I slept the whole day off. I was surprised to see the two brothers sitting beside me, shaking in fear, facing their front.

I turned to look at where they were staring and saw five boys, older than Krish a little, four of them were pointing their small knives at us.

The last one who wasn't holding anything and who seemed to be their leader grabbed the front of my gown tightly.

"Give us your bag." He ordered.

My bag? No way.

"They tried to take your bag but you were holding it tightly and wouldn't let go of it." Krish sounded sacred when he spoke to me.

"There is nothing in my bag, so I will advise you to go and look for someone else to disturb." I told the boy that held my cloth. "Would you please let go of my gown." I said gently trying to remove his hands but the boy held on tightly, almost choking me.

"Do you think I am joking, I can kill you and I won't be arrested, so give me your bag if you value your life." He threatened me, bringing his face quite close to mine.

"I am warning you, let go, I have nothing in my bag." I told the deaf boy getting angrier by the minute. I don't normally get angry easily, cause I can not control myself of what I might do.

My mother and grandmother noticed this and always make sure I don't get provoked, but this deaf boy who has sold his ears, is forcing my hand.

"Hey." I said pointing at the other four. "Tell your boss to let go of my clothes now that I am still calm or else...." I left the word hanging and stared into his eyes.

"Or else what?" He asked, shaking me as his nose nearly touched mine.

"Or else I will hit you so much that even pain will get confused as to from which wound it should come out." I told him, now, I am angry.