Vengeance

She was vengeful. But against whom could she retribute her vengeance? The rich guy who raped her and ruined her life? The police for harassing her in the name of interrogation? Lawyers who tormented her and raped her all over again with the twenty questions? The inconsiderate jury who were bent on paying their children's school fees? The lab assistant for lying to the jury that she had absolutely no sign of being raped and she was making this up only because she got pregnant in the act? The parents and teachers of the evil vandal who made him that way? The media who were more interested in making it to the front page rather than sympathizing with her? The government for taking safety precautions so lightly? Neighbours who looked her down with contempt? Or herself for not being strong enough to protect herself. Whom could she blame?
She finally adjudicated to direct the power of vengeance against herself. She trained herself in martial arts. She learnt all the tricks of the book which was employed against molesters. She did everything at her fair disposal. But she knew her vengeance wasn't complete. Not yet. She decided that she would make her daughter strong, strong enough to live fearlessly and to not have to go through this living hell. Before long she realized there that there were a lot of girls out there who needed her help. She opened a self defence training centre to train or rather prepare girls to deal with molesters, eve-teasers, sex offenders, and rapists.
She heaved a sigh of content. Her vengeance was now complete.