The room was only lit with a study lamp, Divya looked at the paper. For months the emotions were being put on that piece of paper; which became the the only confidante to the horrible violation that was going on. There was, however, no use, as it was known that the moment Divya would step into the office the abuse would start again.
At first it seemed harmless, so Divya too joined in on some hearty and healthy flirting, even a few drinks were exchanged; but for Divya that was supposed to be it. Yet, the pats on the backside turned more sexual more frequent, and slowly it went to an extent that could only be defined as rape in Divya’s mind. Divya couldn't take it every day, from time and again it was decided that a confrontation needed to take place, but it only happened once.
Divya had once walked straight in and threatened to report, to which the boss laughed and said, that if even one person would believe the case, then the boss would resign. The boss had also added that Divya shouldn't wear such tight clothes to tempt the boss more; anyway this was just a fun way of getting promotions. The whole conversation ended, with door being shut; the boss reached down Divya’s pants and went about with the daily routine.
Finally, Divya had enough, it was wrong and justice had to be done. It was decided that tomorrow would be the day when HR will have to listen. The next morning, Divya strode nervously, but hopefully with a bunch of the notes that detailed the attack, the late night messages and all the inappropriate mails that took place in those three months. There was enough proof, just that the HR would have to believe. Divya stared at all the pot bellied men sitting in front.
The HR team looked at each other and then, at the 6 feet 4 inches man who was sitting in front of them claiming to be a victim.
Divyansh Sharma; Divya as he was fondly called by his friends; finished narrating the story. They laughed and told him that it was impossible. Men die for such attention, so what was his problem? On top of that he was getting promoted and not to mention the free sex from a beautiful woman, also how could a woman even harass a man, that was unheard of. He was dismissed from the room after being called 'gay'. He felt numb. He didn't know what else to do, he couldn’t let her win.
Next morning he held his head high and walked straight to her office, to put the resignation letter on her table. She looked down and smiled again and patted on his shoulders. The touch made him grimace, he started fearing the worst. Her hands returned back on the desk. She wasn’t disappointed, instead her seductive eyes were focused on another man sitting outside her office. That was the moment he realised that he had gained his freedom, but had lost the war.
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