I was in the city of dreams and like every other girl, I was young, hard working and carefree. I wanted to live my life on my own terms. I hailed from Nainital, the new job and transfers brought me to Mumbai. Here something very strange happened to me which I never imagined. I never knew people with such a mindset exist.
Coming back, finding a place in Mumbai is no easy job. So after a lot of toil I managed to secure a rented flat here. I was happy, as this was the first step of my independence. My landlord was a very strict man and he implied so many rules on me. It was hard for me to adjust but I did it anyway.
I was new to Mumbai, I didn’t know people here, and I started missing my family and friends. I therefore slowly started to make more friends here.
I am a fashion blogger and being in this industry requires you to have a lot of connection and this was a blessing for someone who loved company. My friends were really supportive and we used to hangout pretty much together.
Now I had a lot of guy friends, and I used to go out partying with them every weekend. I was a fashion blogger then and fashion and new clothes were my fetish and I was dressed in short dresses mostly.
I belonged from a very modern family and all this was never a big deal. My landlord was biting of this sort. He always had his nose in my life. He constantly nagged me for coming late, for excessive noise, for letting boys in my apartment. I was allowed to have boys over but only in day, and when they would come to pick me up at night or drop me, he would start screaming and hurling abuse at them.
It was one night I came back from a party and I was a little tipsy, he saw me entering my house. He knocked in and started creating a scene and called me names like w***e , s*ut and even accused me of being a prostitute. It was night and the neighbors calmed him down and he went away. All this shaming and questions on my character because I was having a lot of male friends. I was too scared and therefore called up Suraj (name changed) for my help, I asked him to come the next morning.
The next morning, I left the apartment but the landlord did not even feel the need to apologize to me. I later found out from the neighbors that he has been spreading rumors of me being a prostitute from a very long time. It came as a complete shock to me.
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