Author's POV:

It was sweltering hot in Mumbai but the woman was dressed to cover her from head to toe. She was hurriedly walking towards the shady bus stop. Sweat rolled down her forehead and her heart was beating out of her chest. She was well aware that there were road punks following her.

"Hello, darling," a man said. "Would you like us to drop you somewhere?"

She ignored them and kept her gaze down as she walked to the bus stop.

"What's your name, sugar?" One of them inquired. She didn't bother to respond and kept walking in long strides. Suddenly, one man grabbed her wrist and said, "We're talking to you. Look at us when we're talking."

She tried to wiggle free from his grip, but he was too strong for her. He tightened his grip, twisting her wrist slightly. She sucked in a painful breath and stared at them, fearful.

"Please leave me alone," she whimpered. Begging, she realized, was her only chance right now. She obviously couldn't just stand there waiting for a miracle.

"Give us a few hours of your time. Then we'll leave you." They smiled wickedly at her. She took a look around at the other people. They were preoccupied with their own lives, acting oblivious to what was going on around them. She pleaded for help. People avoided making eye contact with her and continued to ignore her.

"Even if you are married or have a boyfriend, you must choose one of us as your lover. Or maybe all of us." They laughed together. She tried to move away from them, but the men grew bolder and tried to pull her clothes off while laughing at her helplessness. Swatting all their hands away wasn't working. Adrenaline rushed through her body and instead of confusing her, it made her think faster. She summoned all her strength and pushed them away and dashed away from the bus stop, down a lonely street, unsure of where she was going.

"Don't run, beautiful. We're sure you want it."

She ran with a gut-wrenching scream. People turned to see her being pursued by a group of men, but they carried on their way not wanting to get in trouble themselves. She soon realised she was now on a lonely street. Her eyes widened in sheer shock and panic.

"What a moron to run towards an abandoned street!"

"Who cares about her stupidity? I'm sure she's got a fucking hot body under those clothes." The men burst out laughing once more. That comment frightened and angered her all at once.

She ran into an old structure. It was the backside of a shop where no one was around. She whipped around and gave the men a frightened look.

As they followed her inside, one of them said, "Perfect place to have fun with her. She is laying up trouble for herself."

She was truly trapped with nowhere to turn. The men didn't even have to chase her around the place because it was so small. When the men approached her with a lustful expression on their faces, her fearful expression changed.

A smug smile spread across her face. "Oh, yeah. I'm going to have a lot of fun," she said, pulling out the long, thick stick that was strapped between her layers of clothing. "A lot of fun," she said again.

The group of men's agonising cries filled the air, along with the sounds of thick sticks and boots slamming into their flesh.

"We are sorry! Please let us go!" The men sobbed incessantly.

"Didn't I just say that a few moments ago? But what did you people do?" She asked. She and her backup, which included two policemen and two policewomen, hit the would-be rapists repeatedly. "You guys have to keep your word. The good times have only just begun. You're not going to swindle me out of it, are you?" She inquired.

"No, don't," yelled a punk as he attempted to dodge a blow from a thick stick. "We had no idea you were a cop."

She dragged the man up by his collar. "So, if I wasn't a cop, I was fair game, wasn't I?" She asked.

"Please accept my apologies. I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't want to do it. My friends compelled me to participate."

The aforementioned friends gave him a sidelong glance. "Don't lie. He was the one who noticed you first and suggested we follow."

"So you want to play the blame game now?" she asked while beating the crap out of the punks.

The men burst into desperate tears. "Please. We are sorry. We will not bother anyone else again. We will treat all women as if they were our sisters and mothers."

She scoffed and pushed the punk to the ground, pressing her foot firmly against his neck. "These boys enjoy having a good time. So show them some more fun, and then drag them into the crowd to show everyone what happens to obnoxious punks who harass or assault women. Then throw them in the nearest jail," she said.

"Yes, ma'am!" the policewoman replied. The policewomen were dressed in constable uniforms and the men could tell by the way they talked that they were in big trouble this time.

She walked away from the scene as the other constables continued their beatings. She had instructed her backup the day before to have this incident covered in the media without using her name. The last thing she wanted was news of an undercover cop thrashing some road thugs. If this became public, an investigation would be launched, in addition to the human rights association's charges. What she didn't understand was how a group of people could defend rapists and molesters in the name of human rights. They had no right to exist. They should be assassinated most brutally. Instead, they were put in jail and provided with food and rest twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

She received a complaint a few days ago from some college girls in this neighbourhood about the hazards that a group of men was causing in their neighbourhood. They even told her that the local police had never taken any serious action on this. She had assisted them.

She was about to drive away in her SUV when she noticed the bus stop and other bystanders who did nothing to help her when those jerks tried to molest her in front of them. She took a step towards them, glaring as she passed by each one. No one dared to look her in the eyes. In shame, they kept their gaze lowered.

She came to a halt in front of them. "The next time I see or hear that as bystanders, none of you helped a helpless girl and simply stood passively while a crime was being committed, I'll personally arrest you all."

She walked away, towards her SUV, without waiting to see their reactions to her genuine threat.

She arrived at her house and rushed upstairs for a quick shower. She needed to be at the station today because it was a weekday.

It was the peak of summer, and the weather was ferocious. She quickly removed the suffocating layer of clothing and stepped into the cool, refreshing water but the water did little to soothe her aching mind after the day's events.

She had purposely dressed in low-cost clothing. However, the clothes served as ideal bait for the perverts. The low-life vultures assumed that women wearing such modest clothing came from poor families and would not make a fuss or fight back. They regarded them as easy prey.

She wished she could stay under the water for longer, but she needed to get ready. She quickly put on her uniform and nameplate. Priya Mehra's name was emblazoned on it. She stepped out and locked the door, taking her police cap and purse, as well as her SUV keys.

She arrived at the station and went straight to her office only to find something on her desk.

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Third person's POV:

I witnessed her thrashing those men. She still thought she was superior to us, the men. It made my eyes redder with unabated fury and the tick in my jaw became almost permanent. That was the thing I loathed about her. Who gave her the power to treat a group of men as if they were nothing? I need to teach her a lesson soon. She deserved every bad thing coming her way.

I should put her in her place as soon as possible.

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