Faith~ A Collection Of Short Stories Story #1- Raped

Hello Friends, I have written three one shots earlier. And “FAITH” is a collection of one shot stories to show how some people in spite of their shortcomings or being in a complicated situation, come out of that just because they had faith on themselves. I will try to cover a vast range of common faiths too. Whenever idea strikes me, I will jot them down and present you. Well, if any idea strikes you and want me to suggest that, you are welcome. Let’s start my first story in this collection.


I know I am in pain. But I don’t feel it. I thank God that even in this comatose state, my brain works. I remember each and every bit of the ordeal that happened with me. The most unexpected mishap- Rape.

How happy I was with my middle class contended family! We just wanted each other’s happiness. But God did not let us live forever like this.

I was returning from my tuition and it was 8:00 p.m. On the road a black van stopped by me and gagged me and took me in forcefully. I cried. Tried to shout. But only some feeble mumbles came out. Listening that, one of those wretches told, “Hey Beautiful! Shout! Be more loud! Even your mumbling raises our lust.” Then he gave me the most nasty look I could ever get. With tears, I pleaded. I cried. I tried to tell them to leave me for God’s sake! But they weren’t in a state to listen to my words. My eyes had all the expressions to free myself. But their eyes had only one expression- LUST.

They were drunken which made them more excited. They ripped open my clothes and lustily touched my skin. I tried a lot to fight back. But they were six and I was one. Could not resist for long. They hold my body tightly and buried themselves in my womanhood, in turns. They pierced my womanhood and moaned with pleasure. In the moving car, it wasn’t possible to break their wrap and run away. I felt so helpless. The pain I felt at that time was a never ending one. It seemed like for ages I am getting screwed up. They were using phrases like “Look at the b***h”, “F**k the s***t”, and so on. I had never heard such vulgar words in my life.

When they had their way with me, they simply threw me out of their car and drove off. I hit the road and rolled over to the side of the road. They had thrown my bag too. Probably, they wanted their desires to be fulfilled only. By then, my full body was covered with blood and cum. My vagina was profusely bleeding. My legs, hands, face, everywhere bore their “love bite”. Ironical. Isn’t it?

For an hour, I simply laid on the roadside, naked. I was waiting for the burn to decrease a bit. Then, I took myself to take the bag, with great difficulty. I took out my phone. My senses are still working! I saw the screen. It showed 1:30 a.m. And in this darkness I lie here with a darkness. I managed to open my safety app and press the SOS button. Now I dialed 100.

“Hello, who’s there?”
“I-I-I a-a-m i-n s-s-o m-much-h-h p-p-a-ai-n-n.”

Now I felt my senses giving up. I felt hazy and then darkness. This darkness prevails even now. But this still makes my brain work. I now can clearly visualize each and every part of the ordeal. I try to move my muscles and shout out loud. But I can’t. My blood boils. But I can’t do anything. Neither do I hear anything. Amidst all these, my father’s words ring inside my eyes,” Never lose your faith on yourself. Then you lose every battle of your life. Confidently fight against all odds. You will win.” Yes dad. I have to win. I can’t let my nightmares overpower me. Internally, I strengthen up.

One day, I felt my darkness move a bit. I mean my muscles are moving. I try to say,” Mom.” Now my lips split. Am I getting out of my coma? Now I can hear somebody saying, “Now your daughter is coming out of the coma.” A overwhelmed lady’s voice can be heard,” Is it true? O! I can’t believe my ears. Open your eyes. Can you listen to me?” Yes I can Mom. I try to open my eyes. Initially, everything seemed to be so bright as white. Gradually, my normal vision returns and I try to see everyone present there. Police is also there. My mom hugs me. My dad happily says, “Is she out of danger now, doctor?” The former voice replied again, “Yes. I told you, if she can come out of the coma, she will be out of danger. Just her feebleness will remain.”

Now the policeman comes forward. He softly says,” Tell me dear. Please, as far as you can call up.”
My mom interrupted,” No sir. Not now. She has come out of her physical dangers just today. Mentally she is yet to recover..”
I interrupt her,” No mom. I can. I will. I have to. I will cooperate.” My mom stopped. Though my voice was feeble, the words came out of my heart. I narrated everything slowly but as far as I can. I told them to catch the culprit once. I remember their faces. Curve by curve. Their naked faces are always in front of my eyes and as clear as potable water.

After a few days, I was released. My mom took home a counselor-cum-martial arts trainer. She is a brave and kind lady. She tried to get the nightmares out of me. She told me exactly what my dad told me. To keep faith in myself and I will win every battle in life. I learnt martial arts too. I cannot thank these three people as that word would not be the proper gratitude. Too less for it. They try to cheer me up always. My counselor tried to rebuilt my faith in myself. I myself motivated myself. I still get the nightmares. But now I don’t shriek in the middle of the night with horror. Fear, I pity you!

But everything is not as rosy. One day, my mother and I went to the market. There a neighbor called Mom and told,” How will you marry off your daughter now? Actually, this is her folly. Why should she be out at that time? This is the result of giving your daughter so much freedom. Now suffer.”
My mom couldn’t bear it any longer. She snapped at her, ” That you don’t have to bother about. And please keep your dirty thoughts to yourself. Just think once, even you are a woman.” My eyes welled up to see her support. One of the shopkeepers even called me impure. Some taunted me. Some even offered me for an one night stand. I was stunned beyond my senses. I put a hard slap across his face. And told him to get lost. We had to persuade the shopkeepers to buy the commodities.

Having returned home, I sat in my room, musing over the incidents in the market. Just because I am raped, my sanctity is at stake? I am to be blamed? But why? What is this purity in case of women? Didn’t those goons lose their purity too while taking away mine? I shouldn’t live. I am putting my family at stake. How can I? Having made a noose out of my dupatta, I look upwards to the fan. On the white ceiling my life flashes suddenly. I can see each and every childhood memory. My dad’s words, my mom’s care and every sweet emotions. My inner self asks me,” Can you go away leaving all these? You will forget they are your parents!” I fight with my inner self and finally my conscience only wins. I gradually take my eyes down, open the noose and go to sleep with a grin on my face. Tomorrow a new sun wil rise in my life.

I wake up when the sun rays fall on my face. I remember yesterday the police called my dad and told him to report with me at the police station for the TI parade. My dad is still afraid. I assure him that I will be fine. I have faith on myself. We reach there.

On entering the police station a lady officer took me to the place where all those people were standing.

I went in front of the men and locked my widened eyes with their crooked and smirking ones. I closed my eyes. I can call up them by those eyes only. I saw each and every lusty eyes. The incident takes place in my mind in a flash. My body stiffened for a moment. Then I remember each and every brute. I start pointing at them. The one who gagged me. The two who ripped off my clothes. The one who called me “s**t”. The one who called me “b***h” and all of them who made life a living hell. I bravely pointed all six. They were dragged away. The policewoman patted me for my bravery.

On coming out, I burst out in tears. All those tears which were buried inside my depression and my nightmares. I hugged my parents and cried my heart out. And now I feel my faith regained. I am a pure soul. I now know I am as pure and true as the Ganga. Filth will come to me but will always get washed away, making me pure.


So people, how was it? My first story in this collection. The second story will come as soon as any idea strikes me and I get time. Feel free to comment and criticize soundly. Healthy criticism accepted.

Thank you,


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  1. Mindblowing baby…
    RAPE:- this word only raises goosebumps on the entire body ……
    I really salute those who after facing all this doesn’t loose FAITH in themselves there is always a hope for something bright something new something different
    now the girls are becoming strong and indepent … Now we girls dont fear from anyone….
    And suicide is never option.. Anyone who is reading my comment i request that if even a single thought of suicide comes in your head think abt your parents how they will live their remaining life…
    Being a girl i will recommend every girl out there to
    very nice thinkg bisha and the way you have expressed your imagination on a very sensitive topic is marvellous
    keep it up…
    I would be waiting for the next one

    1. Thank you so much Sejal. I appreciate heartily your ideas and sane thoughts. And I too maintain your thoughts word by word. Keeping faith in yourself means winning any battle. Yes, suicide is never any alternative for living. Yes, I will try to update asap.

  2. patakha princess

    its ws an emotional one……….yet it was fab……..loved it BISHA………..OMG it requires guts to point out the people who misbehaves with you……man ur a gr8 writer…..litreally when tht incident took place litreally i was horified……but the answer of the girl’s mom…..and the slap was really nyc……..u nailed it……

    1. Thank you patakha princess. And these guts will come when you don’t lose your self confidence..

  3. Fantastic Writing!!! A very nice one???Keep writing

    1. Thank you very much Soundarya.♥

  4. Bisha dear. This was so well written. I can’t thank u enough for making me realize life is all about moving on and erasing the bad memories. I’m waiting for your next short story ♥♥
    Love ya!

    1. Thank you for your comments Anu. Its really good if you have realised this through my story. I feel so good. Yes life is all about moving on.

      1. Your welcome! ??♥

  5. I really felt good to read such a heart touching motivational story. A am really very glad that she had faith in herself to cross this huge hinderence of her life with new sunsine . We should also have the same faith in ourselves to fight against this evil society.

    1. Thank you so much Priyanka for your kind comments. I second your thoughts completely. Keep reading.

  6. Mind blowing dear
    Ubr great
    That girl was great
    Her family is great
    Totally u rocked it

    1. Thank you no less Sindhu rm. Keep reading dear.

  7. Mind blowing….dear….its really touched my heart.if u dnt mind i would like suggest a theme for your next story.
    Theme:story of orphan girl who lookaftered by relatives.they had given all happiness her life.but they are against higher education of this girl.but this girl has her own dreams about her life.

    1. Thank you nazz in no less words. Okay, I like your theme. And I will never mind as I myself told you to give me ideas. Let me work out on your theme and probably I have got an idea. Thank you for the theme.

  8. Hats off dear ..a girl has to step on so many thorns and have to make her way through the toughest phases ..if people call a girl impure just bcz she got raped ..just beat the shit out of them ..who the he’ll are they in this world to mark her impure..does a girl’s purity stay at her organs ..This society is cruel when it comes to girls mainly those who are affected by brutal beasts …
    Being independent is not a sin ..if a man can live his life happily why can’t a girl ..
    Bharathiar already told ..virginity and morality and so called etc what the world keep as the limits for a girl is similar even to the male ..but who cares ..
    just took out my frustration here ..
    U have got immense talent dear ..keep rocking ..probably this is the awesome Dr ..:-)

    1. Really superb…. you know few days back, I was at my tuitions.. suddenly a girl told to our teacher that a friend of her is getting taunted by some boys in her neighborhood what she should do??? our tutor told that it’s all her fault,,,, she wears short dresses,,, she comes back home late… etc… everyone agreed to her in my tuitions… but I said “you all should go and slap those beasts and you are blaming a innocent,, and miss, you are a teacher and a woman both… how can you???? I mean if a boy does anything wrong why should a girl suffer??? you know what go to hell and mam you too go to hell”
      Later, my tutor called and told everything to my mom… but my mom supported me…..

      1. sorry it got posted as a reply…

      2. Baby doll, its a pleasure and so awesome of you to take the girl’s side. Thank you very much for commenting too. But your approach shouldnt be that violent. You shouldnt have told your teacher to go to hell. Yeah, those boys must be dealt with severely. But you know what everyone has their own pov and you really cant change everyone’s thoughts. But that doesn’t mean you will behave rudely with your tutor. They can always be made understand by simple yet strong words. If then also they dont understand then you go for raising your strong approaches.

      3. Anyways, no hard feelings. Thank you for your good thoughts and keep reading dear. Your courage is appreciable too. In a whole bunch of opposition you alone stood up for her. And thanks a lot to your mother too who can support her daughter whenever she does something good.

    2. Thank you very much Harani. But do think this society is well inhabited by good people like you and many others. On this aspect don’t bame the whole society. Its really pity that for the stupid thoughts of some weak people we blame the whole society. Anyways, keep reading and thank you once again for sharing your sane and good thoughts with us.

  9. I just luv ur writings… hv no words for it

    1. Thank you very much meher. I love your one shots to the core. Your pure thoughts are one of those encouragements that led me to start this series. Keep reading.

  10. Amazing….
    Seriously Soo good… It was heart-wrenching…
    The best part was that her family gave her support throughout….
    Thnks for such a beautiful portrayal of a woman in pain…

    1. Yeah you ae right Anjali. If all have such parents we can come out to be truly successful. Thank you so much. Keep reading.

  11. You’re a very good story writer
    salute u nd all d rape victims who fight for the justice

    1. Thank you so much Helly. Keep reading dear.

  12. Don’t have words to explain it…………. I can that u r……………. Don’t know what to say but I respect your ff and your thought… from heart….

    1. Thank you very much deeva

  13. Thats from a brave girl, i salute her courage and her parents, its always hard for a girl child to suffer such an ordeal and come out triumphant continue

    1. Thank you very much Sylvia. Keep reading..

  14. U chose a difficult & rarely discussed topic ..i agree with d moral of this story..everytime girls r chosen to be looked down upon & to be badmouthed..but it’s totally wrong & now it’s time for women to be strong,they must have faith,courage & trust on their abilities & on truth…it was well written & much appreciated?

    1. Thank you in no less words Prapti. As soon as I thought to write this series I made up my mind to start my story on this topic. Keep reading dear.

  15. Nice one…..
    Inspiring tooo……
    Keep going…..

    1. Thank you very much Haya. Keep reading..

  16. Hats off dear for this mind blowing n brave attempt n really am touched reading dis short story

    1. Thank you so much Dev. Keep reading..

  17. I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS LATE RESPONSEE!! I didn’t get time to read it…until now!! WHAT SHOULD I SAY?? This is SUPER SUPER FANTASTIC AND REALLY BRAVE OF YOU TO OPEN UP FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS!! I am speechless, keep writing touching and emotional stories like these that show women power!!! Every girl out there should understand the message and ppl should learn to respect women….but I just LOVE the way you took the attempt to make a change!! Way to go girl!! So proud of you……….keep writing!! No word is made out there to express my feelings for this, truly incredible!!

    1. Thank you so/0 much! I am literally on cloud 9 to read your compliments. I dont know I am worth of it or not. But I am happy like anything! And yes, women sholud be given respect and not that but they must themselves go forth breaking all bars. Why to depend on others to give you a way? Make it urself! And go forth. And to be true you are also one of my encouragements and inspiration to write this series. Thank so much would be less but I dont have an alternnative you see! LOL!

  18. Nice topic,nice thought.

    1. Thank you lil sis! You too are one of my encouragements to write this series. Thanks a lot

  19. a very good thought! its really good that u have chosen this topic! hats off,keep writing 🙂

    1. Thank you very much Advi 🙂

  20. My bisha….it’s really very touchy topic ‘Rape’ n you presented it very brilliantly with your flawless writing….I’m very much impressed that the girls faith made her stand again n brought her out from coma…I really loved her family’s support n her idea to not committing suiside…as it’s not the solution of any problem…but your death only gives pain to your loved ones….the punishment of the culprits should be very awful n hard….I loved this motivating n encouraging story….keep it up. eagerly waiting for more stories like this. ….love you soooooooo muchhhhhh

    1. Thank you very much Roma. All of your comments encourage me a lot and I will surely come up with my next story. Keep reading..

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