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The stench of stale paan and desperation hung heavy in the narrow, suffocating lanes of Sonagachi, Kolkata. Inside a cramped room, stripped bare of anything resembling comfort, Rangoli Shekhawat, her face a mask of defiant anger, faced down a corpulent woman whose bulk seemed to fill the entire doorway.
"I won't go!" Rangoli spat, her voice tight with fury, though a tremor betrayed the terror churning within her. The woman, with a malicious glint in her eyes, grabbed a fistful of Rangoli's hair, yanking her head back.
A resounding slap echoed through the small space, leaving a stinging red mark across Rangoli's cheek. "How can you not go?" the woman snarled, her breath reeking of cheap tobacco. "You may be the commissioner's daughter, but now you're a tawayaf! Be thankful I didn't make you a full-blown prostitute! You're beautiful, a fresh bud... the kadardaan will like you!"
With a dismissive shove, Rangoli stumbled, landing near another girl, cowering in a corner. The fat woman barked orders to 'prepare this girl' before waddling out, muttering curses.
Rangoli slowly pushed herself up, her eyes blazing with a dangerous promise. "My father will melt your fat, you buffalo! If I don't make you cry tears of blood, then my name isn't Rangoli Shekhawat!" she hissed, but her resolve faltered as she caught the innocent, terrified gaze of the girl she'd just collided with.
