LAST PART I'm a Rape Survivor…and Nishi is a Rape Child….” these words hounded Ajit like a mad man, hammering his consciousness every second. He was on an autopilot mode, not having any awareness of when he left her apartment, when he started his car, and how he was half-way to his office. The success party was over now and what remained were just few traces of it, paper cups lying on the ground, paper plates piled on few tables, few deflated balloons scattered, mostly in pieces and few balloons just floating here and there. Ajit went into his cabin,