She glittered all while when she danced, music ringed in her moves.She was flawless, fluent and one of the most in demand young dance artist.
To the world she was a great dancer but her heart knew how much she sacrificed to shape herself in this tag going against her family.
She was living her dreams. This is the reason she tried her best to ignore all the marriage proposals her parents got for her.
The taunts of relatives and being the burden on family she could not escape for longer.
She was married to a guy who was from a family business as she had no other choice.
He faked that he love her and was told that she will be allowed to follow her passion for dance after marriage was the only reason she married him but reality was different.
After the marriage never a day passed when she hasn’t danced but not on the music.She danced on his taunts, orders and scolding, Sometimes too tired of domestic violence and at times shivering on that bed because she was ” use and throw material” for him.
She tried to change him by unconditional love and without complaining but all in vain.
One day while spending time on social media she read a blog about common women uncommon stories.
The stories were inspiring and she could fit herself in all the situations. She spent the whole night reading that blogs sipping 4-5 mugs of coffee waiting for him.
He do not come that day till morning, she wakes up next morning reads the newspaper gets ready and goes out of the house.
During the noon devil comes to house, he calls her shouting from outside, drunk and ill-mannered.
When no one opens the door he looks at the door, it was open.
With anger and red eyes he entered inside roaring like a villain but he saw that no one was there.
He calls her number of times but she didn’t answer.
Enough is enough was the thought in her veins, she dances on the stage with anger in eyes – the classical Kathak dance- depicting the form of anger.
The dance was full of energy and with perfect expressions.
The judges and the audience there gave her a standing ovation with big round of applauses.
She was selected for final the round in her auditions for a national level competition.
Her joy had no limits. She went to house flaunting her trophy.
She knocked the door, he opened with anger at peak shouting where were you?
How you stepped your feet outside of home without my permission?
He opens his drunken eyes, sees her in dance costume and lifts his hand; grab her heavily inside the house.
She protects herself from falling and throws him.
The long bamboo stick prop which she used in dance was now used by her on him; today no one could stop her.
The pain of 5 years which he gave her was returned to him that day in few minutes.
Police knocks the door, she opens and handover him to them charging the case of domestic violence.
He begs to her but she laughs and says “Never underestimate the power of a common woman”.
She takes her goggles and put them in Rajni style and takes a selfie and upload on instagram.
The next generation dancer and the first finalist of “Dance with Madhuri”.
Within minutes likes increases, month’s passes and her journey become flawless again.
Her smile dance 24*7 now, working to protecting the girls suffering from such violence.
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