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‘Bhai Sahab, we have nurtured our girl in a complete traditional environment; in complete stringent upbringing. You will never hear a single utter from her. You will always find her either in kitchen or household chores.’
‘Wah Trivedi ji! Your daughter is a gau.’
‘Ji bhai sahab.’ He grinned, while his palms remained folded.
‘Doesn't utter a single word, all day!’ Trivesh, immersed in his smartphone, turned to them, ‘Papa! I wonder whether you are looking for a life partner for brother, or a puppet…. Slave fits better though.’ He gave a sneer to both.
‘What do you mean, Trivesh.’ His brows narrowed.
‘Leave it.’ He got up to leave, ‘the problem’s with the centuries of oppressed mindset, that still inhibits us to think right; which turned a woman from ardhangini, to a mere daasi.’
