The Taste of Sikkim restaurant was bustling with activity as Meghna Sengar, a confident postal assistant, walked in with her parents and colleagues. Dressed in a traditional kurta and pajama, Meghna's presence was impossible to ignore. She was a woman who commanded attention, and she had it in spades.
As they made their way to their table, Meghna couldn't help but notice a group of local boys staring at her. She rolled her eyes and excused herself to go to the washroom. She was used to the attention and didn't let it get to her, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
As she made her way to the washroom, she noticed the group of boys following her. She quickened her pace and locked the door behind her, taking a deep breath. She could hear the boys on the other side of the door, taunting her.
"Hey, tease, you can't just lead us on like that," one of them called out.
Meghna took a moment to compose herself before responding. "And you can't just follow me into the washroom. What kind of gentleman are you?"
The boy, undeterred, continued. "A peacock with no feathers, that's what you are. Afraid to show us what you've got."
Meghna smiled to herself. She had always been quick with a comeback. "And you're a peacock with no feathers," she retorted.
The boys, determined to get what they wanted, broke down the door. Meghna was trapped inside, but she wasn't about to let them have their way with her.
"You better stop now, or you'll regret it," she threatened.
The arrogant boy, with a cruel smile, began to slowly open Meghna's clothes, revealing her curves. Meghna tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn't help but feel vulnerable.
"Please, stop," she begged.
The arrogant boy ignored her pleas and continued to undress her. Meghna felt helpless as he revealed her full breasts. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
The boy, with a twisted smile, bit Meghna's hips, leaving a mark. She cried out in pain, but no one came to her rescue.
The arrogant boy, with a knife, cut Meghna's nipples, causing her to scream in agony. She begged for him to stop, but he only laughed.
The boys, taking turns, began to fuck Meghna in different positions. She was in pain and humiliated, but she refused to give in. She fought back with all her might, but it was no use.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, she heard a commotion outside the door. Her colleagues had come to her rescue and the boys were being dragged away.
Meghna was left alone, tears streaming down her face. She was shaken, but she was alive. She would never forget this night, but she would not let it define her. She was a strong and confident woman, and she would not let anyone take that away from her.
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