A Lied Love

"Momma, Paris is such a beautiful place. Can we live here for long, like forever or so."

"Yes angle, that's the plan." Her mother said smiling

14 year old Reva was very ecstatic about moving to France, especially Paris. She was happy for herself, but more for her mother.

Reva's mother was a very simple woman. She was married to her super rich dad who claimed he fell in love with her simplicity but it never showed. Reva had seen her father bringing in women and going out with them but never with her mother. She had seen bruises on her mother's face and body which always showed even after her best effort of hiding. Her mother had sent her to boarding to keep her away from her father's deed and her mother's agony. And when she heard her parents were taking divorce, unlike other kids, she felt happy and relieved. With all the alimony her mother received they decided to move to some place new for starting afresh.

There could not have been a better place than France, the country of love. With all the beauty Paris held, anyone could see why it was the capital city. Reva hoped Paris could bring in their lives what they have craved for always- Love.

Days passed, they both were well settled now in their routine. Reva took up some classes and a part time job while her mother worked hard to provide themselves everything. Life was good. She was enjoying every minute of her life in Paris, unaware of what the city has in store for her.

Reva worked in a coffee and bakery cafe. She liked the aroma of coffee and pastries floating in the air. It always gave her a romantic tingle. She often noticed a handsome young man taking the same table she served. He would wait but not take any other table. She even noticed his long hooked glances on her. She knew she should be angry, but it made her feel good instead.

"He has not yet acted indecently. So I have no reason to be angry. And moreover every female loves a little attention." She would often justify herself in her mind. She was attracted to him as well, or better say to his attention. She realized it the day he did not visit her. She waited, agitated, disturbed, angry, sad and she was disappointed by the end of the day. This started their relationship, which she thought was love.

He told her he loved her in a simple subtle way. She confessed her love back to him. Paris was giving her everything she had ever wished for, but watching her mother spending a lonely life was still difficult. Reva loved her mother very much and prayed for the same happiness for her as well. Her prayers were answered soon. Her mother found her love and moved in with him. This gave Reva ample space and independence to follow her love.

But this wasn't the beginning of a happy forever, this was the beginning of an endless tragedy. This was the beginning of her end.

Reva moved with her boyfriend to Nevada, the silver state. She had to leave her studies because they had little money and a finding a job looked impossible. In spite of all these things she was happy for she thought she has found her true love.

"Reva, it is almost getting impossible to survive. I already feel guilty about not being able to fee your college."

"Its okay with me baby. All I want is to be with you. I am happy."

"Will you do something for me. This will get us some money to survive."

"Sure honey. Anything for you."

He gave her a flimsy dress and asked her to look pretty. He then gave her a little packet as asked her to deliver it to someone in a hotel. Room number and address was written on the packet. She found it odd but her love for her boyfriend blinded her. Before she could figure it out she had set her first feet in the bog.

Soon enough she found out the love she so believed in was just a lie. Her boyfriend was a pimp and trapping girls in his love was a regular ploy. She was sent to men night after night, sometimes to more than five men a night. She wanted to run but it felt like her legs won't move. She died many deaths. Her soul died the very night she was first sold. But in her heart she still loved the man.

She was then sold to other pimp who at least treated her nicely. She thought him to be a good man. She laughed at her new definition of good. A lie had changed her life in to nightmare. A lie robbed her of her soul and her identity. A lie snatched away her confidence and self-respect. A lie turned her life in to a complete lie.


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