Story of Sathya

Grabbed


She was a stranger. I grabbed her hips and locked her tight. 
She tried to escape, freed herself from me, but I held her tight.
 I moved further and pushed her from behind, my hands holding her body clad in blue top.

The referee soon blew the whistle and I won gold in womenโ€™s wrestling.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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