It was the last drop of water that rolled over Eve's cheek. She stepped out of the bath, hung her moist turkish on the nail protruding out from the paint-scraped wall. Eve's room had a churlish look. Walking three and a half steps, she reached her bathrobe. There were sweet moisture drops on her entire body for she had bathed with steaming water. The cool atmosphere in her room gave a cooling feel to her entire body. The moisture drops and the sweet aroma of Eve's body filled the room. She was in a trembling state, the sultry balmy schweiss on her body had frozen. In no time she grabbed herself a cushion covered chair, made a seat onto it. She held the robe tight on her body, covered her palms under her thighs. Eve had a busy day ahead. A feminine brain always masks itself with an emollient before stepping out. Sensing a tough day, the makeup session lasted for a while. Eve's room carried a rustic look, but her wardrobe was filled with all shades and patterns. After fifty seven minutes and thirty three seconds, Eve stepped out of her house. The scorching sun and the suspended dusty air made Eve conscious about her makeup. She opened her umbrella and covered her face with a stole. After having walked for few minutes, she felt someone following her. She increased her step rate. Nails firmly digging into the straps of back pack, nose down, her eyes cornered to see every possible view behind - who was following her, what was he having, how was he looking, all the possible whats and whos, hows and whys questioned her mind. The situation was a harbinger to infer what the latter part could be. Eve walked fast to make aloof the situation. She walked all the possible defiles she knew, every narrow lane, but every step she planted discovered a new root for her. Her pace increased, thoughts flooded her mind. The sweat drops slowly stained the makeup she had applied. Almost a second away from the running step, she felt a hand grab her bag, and then the same hand grabbed her shoulder. The rapacious lizard had caught the beetle. Eve was on the floor. She had a capricious mind then. The scene in front of her eyes turned black; the tobacco was the last thing she could smell from rapid breath of the culprit. It was an incorrigible act. Eve then turned taciturn.
"DON'T TEACH ME WHAT TO WEAR, TEACH YOUR SON NOT TO RAPE"
These slogans, banners are displayed everyday in every corner of the world. Did Eve have an audacious sense of dressing or was the culprit full of temerity? The debate will continue... answers will be placed to become exculpatory...
"Enjoy life responsibly."
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