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चक्रव्यूह को भेदों is a grand contest brought to by Scribbling Inner Voice, अंदर की आवाज़ and कलम की ध्वनि. The competition comprises of 2 rounds and contains amazing perks for winners and participantsMore about Aastha Garg : "A very warm welcome to everyone. I am Aastha Garg, a 17-year-old avid reader who sometimes enjoy writing too. A girl who enjoys mystery and thriller, I love being a couch potato and curled up with a book and a hot cup of coffee. So here, I present to you a short story, titled ‘Fight to life’."Fight to Life : "No, I won't let go of my child! NOOOOO! She is innocent... Please... Please leave her. Please don’t hurt her!"Wails of a desperate mother rang all across the house. Her hair seemed uncombed and eyes looked so haggard that it was difficult to discern that when was the last time she rested. Body thin and weak on which a maternity gown was dangling like a dress on a hanger. Her bony hands clutching a bundle of clothes which still had specks of blood on it. Even after going through labor and crying in pain for hours, her will to stand and protect that bundle did not waver. Her feeble body was ready to run and fight anyone if someone dared to touch the bundle she was clutching. The child in the bundle, still covered in blood, was beautiful. Her little doe eyes scanned the surrounding and soft cheeks bounced as she alternated between laughter and cries in the chase. Her small red lips pouted making her seem like an angel who had descended the earth. But to the people she looked like a devil incarnate. A devil who is not even comparable to a young healthy prince. A witch who would suck their earnings dry just to get a family. A serpent who would lack luster beside a good young son. A liability and an incompetent creature who was better off dead. The mother backed away, threatening them with a stick which she found nearby. Determined to save her baby she was ready to sacrifice everything she had. But even if her fragile body was filled with vigor and unprofound power to fight all the people there, she just had a childbirth. She was still weak and fragile. And that was what those people took advantage of. Vicious hands grabbed her shoulders trying to pin her down, making her vulnerable. But she fought them with the stick. In one hand she held the rod and in another she held her babyEmpowered by the instinct to survive, her blows nearly fractured the arms and instilled a fear. But elimination of the devil was important for those people. They lunged at her and wrecked her defensive formation. They snatched away the baby and pinned her down. Mother tried to wriggle away and get her baby back. She struggled, struggled to get away. She thrashed around and screamed. "Get back!!! Give me my baby back!!! "She cried loudly as her baby was taken away. Her fingernails were filled with dirt as she clawed at the ground. Her face painted with dust and tears as her baby's wail reverberated in the distance. Her ears were deafened by the cries of her girl. She thrashed and thrashed to run and save her. But then... The wails got silenced. And the mother tired of fighting, surrendered herself to her captivators.