Shield

A wolf whistle cut through the lonely bylane.

The pair of seemingly endless legs encased in tight blue denim stopped in their tracks. The jet black hair was thrown back as the head turned, revealing a pretty face – just as pretty as the swinging gait had suggested.

Aye haaye! Chikni!” A snide comment from the youth standing some distance behind her in faded jeans and a white T-shirt.

She gave him no response other than a smirk. Which only served the purpose of him coming dangerously close to her.

Chikni! Chalti kya?” The youth spoke again, with a menacing look in his eyes.

She brooked no response, again, and started on her way, only to be shocked out of her wits when he grabbed at her hand. “Mast hai re.. Apni meethi aawaz nahi sunayegi kya?” the youth questioned, the look in his eyes turning into something of a very primitive nature.

He had been totally unprepared for the blow that landed on his face. Square. “Eh? Bahut charbi chadhi hai kya tujhko? Abhi batata hoon tujhe…” Another sucker punch interrupted him mid-way through the sentence, this time in his stomach. He could feel his teeth rattle. There was a question in his eyes now, but no more words came out.

Another punch on his face and he felt the blood trickling down his jawline. He looked around the lane, but it was as lonely as it had been when he had spotted the beauty walking down. “Er… sorry madam. Maaf kar dijiye,” he mumbled. A sheepish half-smile. She gave a nod, and he was gone. Crossed the lane and vanished out of her sight in a minute.

She smiled as she fingered the black belt and the karate uniform she was carrying in her duffel bag. “My shield,” she thought, “It has never let me down.” She silently thanked her parents who had given her all the weapons that she would ever need to fight against any sword or dagger in the world – self-respect and education being among them.

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“Aye haaye! Chikni!” – roughly translates into “Hey, beautiful!”

“Chikni! Chalti kya?” and “Mast hai re.. Apni meethi aawaz nahi sunayegi kya?” roughly translate to “Beautiful, will you come with me?”, and “You’re beautiful… Won’t I get to listen to your beautiful voice?”

“Bahut charbi chadhi hai kya tujhko? Abhi batata hoon tujhe…” roughly translates to “You’re very haughty. I’ll teach you a lesson.”

Maaf kar dijiye.” translates to “Forgive me.”

All of these are Hindi slang words.

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This post is for the week’s prompt at Magpie Tales. I know it’s quite Bollywoodish, but it is something I strongly believe in. Couldn’t resist writing this when I saw the prompt this week. 🙂

 

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14 Comments

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14 responses to “Shield

  1. An interesting take on the Magpie. Well done!

    Anna :o]

  2. Loved it. Very nice…

  3. Wonderful magpie this week, very imaginative, Priya. 🙂

  4. Oh! What a clever take on the prompt. Excellent read.

  5. Self respect and education. I love that.

  6. well plotted,
    she is powerful…
    🙂

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