Novels by jahnavi janu

As the girls waited eagerly for the reason they had been summoned for this meeting, the boys looked angry but not nervous or afraid. The group leaders were nowhere to be seen but Sahithi didn't care. Infact she was happy that she had taught them a lesson. The friendly match had been the last nail in the coffin and she had decided to resist come what may! The other girls were a bit nervous, trying their level best to stay calm. They had been used to the system; some had been rebellious in the beginning, some had even complained but the management had been too strict and brutal in suppressing all discontent. The girls were sure they would be punished; there was no escaping it. But they wanted to see what kind of punishments would be doled out to them. One thing was certain - they would be very unpleasant and painful. The management was comprised of the Director, Principal, Vice Principal, Chief Warden, Discipline Officer, Chief Security Officer and Administrative Officer. Everyone kne

“Who the hell do they think they are?” Sahithi burst out in the dormitory. There was no sign of the Group Leader for once. “Just wait! I am going to have my revenge.” “How?” “I intend to get them arrested.” “You are dreaming.” “I am not. I know what I can do.” “They are too strong!” “SO WHAT?” Sahithi shouted in anger. “WE KEEP LETTING THEM STAMP ALL OVER US AND THEY WILL BE STRONG!’ she paced to and fro in frustration. “HOW LONG WILL YOU BE SILENT? HOW MUCH MORE HUMILIATION DO YOU NEED BEFORE YOU EVEN THINK OF PROTESTING?” “Please don’t make a scene, Sahi. We will all be in trouble.” “TROUBLE? IS GETTING STRIPPED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE NOT TROUBLE? IS GETTING GROPED OPENLY IN A FRIENDLY MATCH NOT TROUBLE? IS WALKING ALL THE WAY FROM THE OTHER END OF THE CAMPUS TO THE HOSTEL COMPLETELY NAKED NOT TROUBLE? WHAT MORE TROUBLE DO YOU NEED?” The other girls were frightened by Sahithi’s anger. However, her shouting had brought the rest of the girls and the Group Leaders to their room.

Sahithi shook her head as her troubles seemed far from over. Her mind drifted back to the time when she was living a nerve-wracking life before she had gone unknowingly to this hell hole. She had spent the entire week looking over her shoulder and ensuring that no one could barge in unannounced. But, despite her efforts her bava would always find a way to be present whenever she came out of the bathroom after having her bath. “Why did you remove the handles?” she had asked him once. “To protect you.” “Rubbish! You are invading my privacy!” “You are my fiancée and there is no such thing as privacy between us.” “I am not marrying a pervert who treats me so shabbily in my own house.” He simply chuckled as if he was amused by her. “You are so adorable and cute!” “GET OUT!” “After you get dressed.” That made her look at herself and she screamed. She had only a towel on her body. “GET OUT YOU MORON!” he had simply pulled the towel off with a smile mortifying her. He then had literal

This was only the second time in six months that she had visited “The Sanctuary”. True to its name this building housed one of the most capable, experienced, honest and dependable persons in the world. Senior Advocate Prativadi Bhayankar Chakravarthy or PBC as he was known was one of the fiercest advocates of truth and justice. He stood by the real victims getting them justice. He was also a close friend of Sahithi’s grandfather Mr. Jagannatham which was why she had come to here. As their family lawyer, he held answers to many questions. Sahithi rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door. “Raju!” she exclaimed. “Why are you here?” he motioned for her to come in, stepping aside and holding the door open. He shut it when she entered and signalled her to follow him. She suppressed her curiosity knowing that he couldn’t speak and would have to hold in her questions till the right moment. He took her to PBC’s chamber and left her there. The room was empty except for two women –

As Sahithi leaned her head back in the cab she had booked, her mind brought up memories that had made her childhood so memorable. She, Janu and Harshi had always been together, sharing a strong bond, but everyone knew that she and Janu were inseparable. They played many games together; just the three of them with Janu leading the trio. Janu had been the tomboy of the group. “Eyy Janu! I am tired of those detective games. Let’s play something else.” She had said one day. “Okay!” Janu had responded. “What shall we play?” she had turned towards Harshitha. “Harshi! You are the brains of the group. Suggest something.” Harshi’s response had been to stare dramatically into space as if in deep thought. “Oi!” Janu had waved her hand before Harshi’s eyes after a minute. “I asked you for a theme to play, not to think out a novel!” “It’s not easy to think of a new game!” “Oh! Don’t be a drama queen rey! Spit it out!” “We can play many games...” Harshi had started. “Like Princess in distress

Sahithi recovered quickly; after all she was resourceful. She couldn’t afford to fail, so she glanced at what she had written so far – she had attempted the maximum number of questions. It was not difficult to pass; in fact it might be difficult to fail her. But she hid her true feelings and stopped writing. It was just the beginning of a long session of exams that left her emotionally drained. For the next fortnight she was fighting hard to juggle several devastating emotions at once: focus on preparing for the next exam while being made fun of, focusing on finishing the exam while she was groped by the invigilator, enduring the ignominy of having to walk to the exam department completely naked and fetch her dress – it was not something she had bargained for, yet, it was not possible for her to avoid it. “What good is a good future, if your present is being destroyed systematically?” she asked herself one day as she handed over her answer booklet to the invigilator. “Why can’t I simp