Love is an intense emotional bonding, a combination of physical attraction and possessiveness. Some says it is blind, it wants to retain control, the extreme addiction and egotisms...but it continues whatever it may be.
Attraction towards the opposite sex is universal. It starts with the very birth. It changes its forms with the phases of life, the social pattern and the environment in which people live in.

Ameli was born in a sub urban locality. Love is said to be abundant in village life. Just as the poor are deprived of the modern facilities, so are they devoid of the complexity of life. When Amelia was 10 years old, she was a dull looking malnourished girl with poor attire. Her father migrated from the remote village to a slum area of a city in search of livelihood. He was unaware that his daughter was growing day by day until one day an elderly lady warned him.
‘Are you blind? She has grown up, how can you allow her to play with boys by the river side. Have you not seen her breasts growing? Some day you will find her raped.’
He could not understand. The cheap whisky was already working on him. Every night he would have a few rounds of whisky along with his partner at work.

‘Ok. Ok, don’t lecture. I am a father I know what to do.’

He told his sick wife about what the lady had said.

‘Don’t worry. She is still a child.’ She had replied.

Days passed on. Ameli grew like a hidden wild flower. Her father wondered where did she get her good looks. One day while he was drunk, he asked his wife, ‘Tell me the truth, you whore, you had been working with the ‘Thikadar’ when we got married. Is she really my daughter?’

She was enraged and shouted at her drunken husband. She started coughing as her asthma was acute.

The ‘Thikadar’ was rich and from a good family. He was a kind hearted and attractive man. She was young and charming, enough to give solace to the rich man. They had came from a remote villages in search of the job, newly married. The ‘Thikadar’ gave them shelter and food to survive.

She was young and attractive, her perfect curves and beautifully shaped nipples and full lips at her tender age was enough to attract this rich ‘Thikadar’. After her husband went out for work he would come to her and spend hours together.

He loved to have a baby girl, ‘a daughter’. But his village people did not like a girl child. All his brothers and uncles had only sons and no daughters. He felt sorry for that.

‘Will you give me a gift?’ One day the ‘Thikadar’ asked her while unhooking her new pink bra that he had gifted her.
‘What can I give you, my dear!’
‘A daughter…’
And Ameli born.

As Ameli grew, her friend circle changed. She was in search of a partner, who would say the most precious word to her, I love you.
One day she met Amar, a handsome tender young boy from a good family. To her he was the perfect match. They started meeting. He would come by the newly introduced blue buses and meet her at the market place and look at her and then go.

One day he announced with little courage, ‘Tomorrow, we will go to watch a movie.’
‘My mother will kill me, if she comes to know.’
‘Don’t worry, we will return by evening, nobody will know. You can say you had extra classes.’
She could not hide the thrill in her mind and thoughts of going out alone with her tender lover. She couldn’t sleep.

The cinema was full. The auto driver who became friend with them promised to get the tickets for the evening show. He also promised them a safe return after the show.
The Tickets were arranged. They had a good time. The little angel with her tender love had no idea about the hyenas that were showing their ugly teeth, surrounding them and eagerly waiting to get a pound of fresh flesh.
The show was over. As promised the auto driver came with a cab and asked them to get in. He promised her for a safe journey to her place. They had no idea what was waiting for them, they had no idea where they were going.
Next morning a teenage girl was found dead near the suburban. She was gang raped.