From the moment I open my eyes each day, I’m reminded I’m a prisoner in this house. The doors have padlocks, my phone is taken, my laptop, my only way to talk to the world, smashed to bits. My father threatens to cut my throat with a knife, and I have it recorded. It’s a reality the Ghaziabad Police, under Commissioner Ajay Kumar Mishra, have chosen to ignore, even as the National Commission for Women (NCW) demands action.The police laugh, eat with my father, and leave me trapped.
On a day I’ll never forget, I was tied up, hands and feet bound tight, drugged, and stripped of my dignity. Five men loomed over me, their hands pinning me down as a needle of drugs pierced my skin. I woke hours later, groggy, disoriented, with no memory of what happened, only a sickening sense of violation. My teacher, acting as my legal representative, filed a complaint with the NCW (Case No: 8/C240007673/2024/NCW/DK/MS), detailing the horrors I’ve endured. The NCW responded swiftly, sending a letter to Commissioner Ajay Kumar Mishra, ordering an investigation and legal action within seven days.
But seven days came and went. Then thirty more. The NCW sent reminders, pleading for an Action Taken Report (ATR). They received nothing. Silence. Meanwhile, the Ghaziabad Police, under Mishra’s command, did worse than nothing – they just laughed. Two officers, one male and one female, showed up at my father’s house, sent by the Commissioner himself. I poured my heart out, telling them I’m held captive, beaten, drugged, and threatened. I showed them the audio of my father’s vicious threats to slit my throat. I begged for help, for an FIR, for a chance to escape. Their response? The female officer demanded to see marks on my wrists, as if my trauma needed visible proof. Even when my father admitted to tying me up, spinning some flimsy excuse, they didn’t flinch. No questions. No consequences. Instead, they sat down, shared a meal with him, and left me to rot.
My father boasted that the police are in his pocket, that no one can touch him, not even for cutting the throats of his wife and daughter. And the police? They proved him right. They dined with a man who tied me up, drugged me, and threatened my life, then walked away as if it were just another day.
Commissioner Mishra, a decorated officer with a gold medal for bravery, presides over a force that mocks a survivor’s pain. How does that badge of honor feel when your officers feast with an abuser and leave his victim caged?
The officers’ excuses were as infuriating as their inaction. The male officer spouted nonsense about a “bill” that supposedly strips women of autonomy without parental consent, a blatant lie I saw through immediately. They pressured me to eat food I suspect is laced with unprescribed drugs, telling me to “behave” like I’m a child, not an adult fighting for my life. When my father rambled about his own childhood beatings, comparing them to my imprisonment, the officer nodded approvingly, saying, “It’s still the same in my village.” As if that justifies locking me up for seven months, starving me of freedom, and smashing my belongings. My laptop, a second-hand gift from my cousin, upgraded with parts my teacher helped me get, was my only connection to the world. They destroyed it, and the police didn’t care.
Worse, my father’s lies are endless. He told the officers my teacher was sending food via Zomato, hinting at poison to deflect suspicion. I later discovered he was the one ordering it, another layer of his deception to keep me under control. During the visit, he pulled the male officer aside for a private chat. When they returned, the officer’s demeanor had shifted, satisfied, almost smug. He promised to check in every other day until July, but those words were all empty promises. The padlocks are still on. My phone, despite the officers’ weak insistence, remains in my parents’ hands. I’m still trapped, still begging for an FIR, still screaming into a void.
The 2024 Lok Sabha elections were their final excuse. They claimed they’re “too busy” to protect me, as if my life is less important than their schedules. But I won’t be silenced. The NCW’s reminders to Mishra’s office have gone unanswered, and no ATR has been given to this day. My father’s threats, recorded and submitted, are ignored. The police, under a “brave” commissioner, have chosen to side with a violent kidnapper over a survivor pleading for her life.
How many more meals will the Ghaziabad Police share with abusers while victims beg for justice? I need the world to see this. I need Commissioner Ajay Kumar Mishra to answer for his officers’ inaction. I need the NCW’s demands to be met.
