 Just before my show at the Sahara Star, a six-footer came up to me for a photograph. When I agreed, he said, ‘Could I hold you for the picture?’ I told him to take a hike and the security guys whisked him off.
After the show, Tanushree (Dutta) and I went to the VVIP lounge to relax and in moments, the man turned up there. I saw him and froze, but he very sweetly asked if he could shake my hand.
I thought he would leave me alone after it, so I agreed. But he took my hand and crushed it. I felt sick with pain.
The look of horror must’ve shown on my face because the security guys came running.
But in those few seconds, the man pounced on me and grabbed me around my stomach. I was so repulsed and shocked, I hit out at him. By now Tanushree and the others were screaming loudly.
The cops had instructed us to wear decent clothes with the threat of punishment if we broke the dress code during our performances at the New Year’s Eve celebrations.
Excuse me, instead of keeping an eye on us, shouldn’t the police have looked out for those women outside on the streets who fell prey to molesters?
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