From Online Troll to Offline Slave- A Chapter in Female Supremacy and Indian Femdom(Part - one)

Pragati, ek fire-brand fitness influencer, apne online harrasser, Abhi, ko sabak sikhati hai. Jab Abhi ki toxicity hadd paar karti hai, toh Pragati usse dominate karti hai aur phir apne luxurious bungalow mein do din ke liye bula ti he orAbhi ke ego aur overconfidence ko buri tarah crush kar deti hai. read the story of Female dominance

Pragati. Yeh naam sunte hi logon ke mind mein strength, dedication, aur unfiltered hustle ki image ban jaati thi. She wasn’t just a fitness influencer; she was a force of nature, ek living motivation. Daily, uska Instagram page gym se aati pasine ki khushboo, healthy dieting tips, aur heavy-duty workout videos se bhara rehta tha. Uske posts ka ek hi maqsad tha—to convert the world into fitness freaks. Aur log usse pyaar bhi karte the. Lakhon followers the jo uske tips ko blindly follow karte the.Lekin, jahan sunshine hoti hai, wahan shadows bhi hote hain. Pragati ki duniya mein woh shadows the woh log, jinko uski success se jalne mein ya random toxicity failane mein maza aata tha. Woh comments section mein aakar apna saara frustration nikalte the. Aur in sab mein sabse prominent banda tha Abhi.Abhi, ek typical corporate slave tha, ek normal job karta tha, par uske confidence ka level ceiling todne ko ready rehta tha. Woh khud ko hamesha sahi samajhta tha aur overconfident itna ki sabko khud se kam hi manta tha. Uske toxic male ego ko Pragati ki power digest nahi ho rahi thi. Uske har post par Abhi ka comment aana mandatory tha, jaise ek malicious reminder ho Pragati ke liye. "Ladkiyon ko gym ki kya zaroorat hai? Weak hi rehna chahiye," ya phir "Girl is not powerful, just showing off," aise comments uski daily routine ka hissa the.Pragati ne pehle use ignore kiya, scroll down kar diya. Lekin jab toxicity ki limit cross hone lagi aur woh continuously uske mental peace ko disturb karne laga, tab Pragati ne decide kiya: enough is enough. Usne social media ki boundary todkar real life mein action lene ka plan banaya.Pragati ne Abhi ke khilaaf online harassment aur character assassination ki complaint file kar di. Teen din ke andar hi police action hua. Abhi, jo online sher bana ghoomta tha, woh real life mein bheega hua chooha ban chuka tha. Uska normal job wala ego ab threatened feel kar raha tha.Aur phir, woh din aaya. Police station mein Pragati aur Abhi ko aamne-saamne kiya gaya.Abhi, jo ek sasta casual shirt aur creased jeans mein khada tha, Pragati ko dekhkar shocked reh gaya. Pragati ne ek sleek black jumpsuit aur power heels pehen rakhi thi, uski aura aur physique bata rahe the ki woh kis league mein hai.

Pragati ne usko up-to-down scan kiya aur ek slow, mocking smile uske chehre par aayi.“Toh yeh hain woh mahaan Abhi ji,” Pragati ne inspector ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, aur phir Abhi ko directly address kiya. “Khud toh ek haddi ho rahe ho, jaise pichhle mahine se khana nahi khaya, aur gyaan mujhe de rahe ho ki mujhe kya karna chahiye aur kya nahi?”Abhi ki awaaz gale mein hi atak gayi. Woh swallow bhi nahi kar pa raha tha.Pragati ne aage badhkar, ek dominating stance mein, Abhi ke collar ko pakad liya. Uske muscled hands Abhi ki thin collar bone ko barely touch kar rahe the, par Abhi ko lag raha tha jaise gira hua bijli uspar gir gayi ho.Sun Abhi. Agar is gym jaane wali ladki ka ek haath bhi, galti se bhi, tere chehre par pad gaya na,” Pragati ne slowly kaha, apni grip tight karte hue, “Toh teri yeh 32 daaton ki guarantee main nahi leti. Lifetime ke liye daat ghir jayenge.”Abhi ki aankhon mein fear saaf jhalak raha tha. Uska online bravado instantaneously evaporate ho chuka tha.“Apologize. Abhi ke abhi,” Pragati ne order diya.Abhi ne panic mein aakar apne kaan pakde. Ghabrahat mein usse kuch aur nahi soojha.Pragati has “Kaan? Seriously? Tune mere profession, mere gender ki insult ki hai. Kaan se nahi, pair pakadkar maafi maangni padegi.”Abhi ka ego shattered ho gaya. Police station mein sab log unko dekh rahe the. Woh desperately chah raha tha ki yeh sab ek bura sapna ho. Par Pragati ki aankhon mein cold resolve tha. Usne usko clearly samjha diya ki agar usne obey nahi kiya toh uska career khatam ho jayega.Majboori mein, Abhi ne jhukna shuru kiya. Uska sar neeche gaya, shame aur hasi ke beech mein, usne Pragati ke shoes ki taraf haath badhaya.Pragati ne firmly bola, “Sun. Tere jaise mentality ke log sirf social media par hi bhaukte hain. Real life mein tumhari aukaat kya hai, yeh tujhe yaad rehna chahiye.”Abhi ne bina kisi awaaz ke, Pragati ke branded, polished black sneakers ko pakad liya. Jab usne apna sar aur haath Pragati ke feet par rakha, uski aankhon se do garam aansu tapak kar shoes par gire.Pragati ne dekh kar bola, “Yeh wahi shoes hain, Abhi, jinhe pehenkar main daily gym jaati hoon, jin par main post karti hoon, aur jin par tu galat comments karta tha. Aaj, tu mere inhi jooton par apne aansu baha raha hai. Bechara ek haddi!” Usne mockingly Abhi ko upar uthaya. “Well done. Tune prove kar diya ki online aur offline mein kitna farq hota hai.”Abhi ab hichkiyon ke saath ro raha tha. “Please, Pragati ji. Please, complain wapas le lo. Mera career kharab ho jayega.”Pragati ne ek victory smile ke saath use dekha. “Main ready hoon complaint wapas lene ko, par ek shart par. Saza main dungi. Aur meri di hui saza tujhe manzoor honi chahiye.”Abhi ne jaldi se haan mein sar hila diya. Use laga ki penalty deni padegi ya fine bharna padega. Yeh toh easy tha.Pragati ne apna ek business card uske haath mein diya. “Shaam ko is address par aa jaana. Exactly 5 baje. Apni saza ke liye tayyar rehna.”Abhi, shivering aur totally defeated, wahan se bhaaga. Uska confidence zero par tha.

Shaam ke theek 5 baje, Abhi, darr aur curiosity ke mixed feelings ke saath, Pragati ke ghar ke address par pahuncha. Woh ghar nahi tha, ek bungalow tha, massive aur luxurious. Uski salary mein toh woh is ghar ki electricity bill bhi afford nahi kar sakta tha.Guard ne intercom uthaya. "Koi Abhi naam ka banda aaya hai," usne Pragati ko inform kiya."Andar bhej do," Pragati ki authoritative awaaz speaker mein goonji.Jaise hi Abhi grand entrance se andar aaya, usne dekha ki Pragati living room ke centre mein ek high-back chair par baithi thi. Uske muscles define ho rahe the aur woh ek queen ki tarah lag rahi thi."Khade raho," Pragati ne command kiya. Uski awaaz mein ab woh mockery nahi thi, sirf sheer dominance thi.Abhi, tensed khada raha.“Toh, saza suno,” Pragati ne slowly shuru kiya. “Tune ladkiyon ko kam samjha na? Tune socha ki ladki ki power sirf social media tak hai? Ab main tujhe dikhaungi ki jab ladkiyan apne par aati hain toh kya karti hain. Tum khud ko sab kuch samajhte the na? Perfect?”Pragati apni chair se uthi aur Abhi ke saamne aakar khadi ho gayi. Abhi ko laga jaise woh mountains ke shadow mein khada ho.“Agley do din, Abhi,” usne har word ko stress karte hue kaha, “Tu yahin rahega. Aur mera personal slave bankar rahega. Main tujhe sikhaugi ki mehnat kya hoti hai, aur ek ladki ki asli power kya hoti hai.”Abhi shock se freeze ho gaya. Use apne kaan par believe nahi hua. “S-slave? M-main mana karta hoon!” Usne himmat karke bola, par uski awaaz kheech gayi thi.Pragati ne aankhein narrow ki. “Mana? Remember Abhi, ek phone call aur main complaint wapas le sakti hoon, aur doosri complain daal bhi sakti hoon. Tera pura career kharab ho jayega. Samajh chuka hai ki nahi?”

Abhi fully realized kar chuka tha ki woh phans chuka hai. Uska life literally Pragati ke control mein thi. Usne sar neeche kar liya.“Good boy,” Pragati ne taunt kiya. “Jao, so jao. Tayyar rehna, kutte, subah teri nayi zindagi ke liye.”Pragati use second floor par apne master bedroom mein le gayi. Woh room hi Abhi ke poore flat se bada tha. Luxury har corner se drip ho rahi thi.“Teri saza abhi shuru hoti hai,” Pragati ne cruelly muskurate hue kaha. “Tu aaj mere room mein soyega. Lekin bed par nahi. Bed ke niche. Aur teri saza ka first part yeh hai ki raat bhar mere gym shoes tere chehre par bandhe rahenge.”“Woh shoes,” Pragati ne explain kiya, “Jo main din mein teen baar gym mein use karti hoon. Jisse tujhe us smell se ehsaas ho sake ki mehnat kya hoti hai. Mehnat ki smell kya hoti hai. Woh pasiene ki smell jo main daily bahati hoon, jis par tu comments karta tha.”Pragati ne bina kisi emotion ke apne feet se ek branded workout shoe utara. Uske white socks already damp lag rahe the. Usne shoe ko sniff kiya, jaise satisfaction le rahi ho. Then, usne Abhi ko ghutnon ke bal baithne ka order diya.Abhi ne obediently wahi kiya. Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.Pragati ne shoe ko Abhi ki naak aur hothon ke upar set kiya. Insole ka rough texture aur sweat ki strong, metallic, yeasty smell uske nostrils par directly aayi. Uski saans lena mushkil ho gaya.Pragati ne shoe lace pakdi aur tightly uske sar ke peeche bandh diya, ensure karte hue ki shoe Abhi ke face se chipka rahe.“Good night, Abhi,” Pragati ne softly kaha. Soft nahi, sard thi uski awaaz. “Ratt bhar yeh smell tujhe yaad dilati rahegi ki mehnat karne mein aur comment karne mein kitna farq hota hai.”Woh aram se apne king-size bed par chali gayi aur kuch hi der mein chain ki neend so gayi.

Abhi, bed ke neeche, darkness aur musky, intense sweat ki smell mein ghera hua tha. Jab bhi woh saans leta, uske lungs mein Pragati ke insole ki strong, pungent smell bhar jaati thi. Uske aankhon se aansu beh rahe the, par shoes ki wajah se woh mute tha. Usse realize hua ki uski stupid arrogance ne usko kahan laa khada kiya hai. Woh majboor tha. Totally helpless.Poori raat, usne struggle kiya. Uthne ki himmat nahi thi. Har second, har minute, us smell ne usko haunt kiya. Uske dimag mein continuously yahi thought chal raha tha: "Agley do din kya hoga?"Uska ego, uska overconfidence, sab crush ho chuka tha. Woh Pragati ki power ko ab physical nahi, psychological level par feel kar raha tha. Woh bas wait kar raha tha ki kab subah ho. Aur shame aur regret ke saath, woh us pasine aur mehnat ki smell ko jhelta raha, jo uski new reality thi.