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Jyothika, the old actress, was a seasoned veteran. She knew how to deliver a line with grace and charm. Today, she was filming a scene with the famous comedian, Vadivelu. The scene called for them to be in a cramped caravan van. As they waited for their cue, Jyothika couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. She had heard rumors about Vadivelu’s behavior on set.

“Hey there, Jyothika,” Vadivelu said, breaking the silence. “You look nervous. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jyothika replied, trying to sound confident. “I just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

“Well, if you need to talk about anything, I’m here,” Vadivelu said, giving her a reassuring smile.

Jyothika nodded, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. As they began filming, Jyothika found herself getting more and more uncomfortable. Vadivelu’s character was supposed to be flirtatious, but he was taking it too far. He kept touching her inappropriately, and Jyothika couldn’t take it anymore.

“Vadivelu, stop it,” Jyothika said, trying to push him away. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“Oh, come on, Jyothika,” Vadivelu said, grabbing her again. “You know you want it.”

Jyothika’s heart was racing. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t fight him off, and she couldn’t call for help. She was trapped.

Suddenly, Vadivelu’s expression changed. He looked angry, and Jyothika knew she was in trouble.

“You’re going to pay for that, you little slut,” Vadivelu said, grabbing her roughly.

Jyothika screamed, but no one could hear her. Vadivelu pushed her down onto the bed and started tearing off her clothes. Jyothika fought back, but it was no use. Vadivelu was too strong.

He forced himself on her, roughly grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Jyothika cried out in pain, but Vadivelu didn’t care. He kept going, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside her.

Jyothika couldn’t believe what was happening. She had never felt so violated, so helpless. She couldn’t escape, and she couldn’t fight back. She could only lay there, taking it.

Suddenly, Vadivelu pulled out of her and flipped her over. Jyothika cried out as he forced her onto her hands and knees. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn’t bear it.

“Please, no,” Jyothika begged, but Vadivelu didn’t listen. He forced himself inside her again, this time from behind.

Jyothika screamed as he started fucking her roughly. She could feel him deep inside her, tearing her apart. She couldn’t take it anymore. She started crying, tears streaming down her face.

Vadivelu didn’t care. He kept going, fucking her harder and harder. Jyothika could feel herself losing control. She couldn’t take it anymore. She passed out.

When Jyothika woke up, she was alone. She looked around the caravan van, but there was no sign of Vadivelu. She couldn’t believe what had happened. She had been raped, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She got up and started getting dressed. She needed to get out of there. She needed to get away from Vadivelu and the terrible things he had done to her.

As she was leaving, she noticed something on the bed. It was a pair of stockings, the kind she always wore. She picked them up and looked at them. They were torn and stained.

Jyothika couldn’t believe it. Vadivelu had kept them as a trophy, a reminder of the terrible things he had done to her.

She threw them down in disgust and walked out of the caravan van. She never wanted to see Vadivelu again.

But as she walked away, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had survived, and she had fought back. She had shown Vadivelu that she was not a victim, she was a survivor.

And she knew that she would never let anyone hurt her again.