I ran to the lift while she chased me. I was inside the lift pressing the button impatiently so the door could close but she stepped inside the lift. My gaze fell on the hockey stick in her hand and my legs started feeling that pain again.

I curled up in the corner. If it had been someone else, he would have been 6 feet under the ground but I can't do that with her. She looked at me and then at the hockey stick and then smirked. My blood dried up in fear, I said, "Jiya, m-mai purush helpline me c-call kar dunga" (Jiya, I will call the men's helpline)