Rubina Ramesh – Guest Post

Thank you Rubina Ramesh for writing this guest post and letting us know your view on women empowerment which is a very strong aspect of your latest book Destined.
Here is Ms. Rubina Ramesh’s response to my query:

According to you and your book “Destined”, what is meant by women empowerment?

Thanks for asking me a question that is so close to my heart. Women empowerment is one of the most misguided theories circulating in the social media. As I understand it, it’s not about fighting against men. It’s not about superiority and definitely not about living in that world where we can say – we don’t need a man in our life. It’s about being self-sufficient – it’s about fighting those inner battles, those age-old customs, and beliefs which take our most precious possession – our dignity.

I will tell you a small incident here – I have a friend who had shifted to the USA about 6 years back. As you must know, in the USA spouses of H1B visa holders are not eligible to work. But one day, during a small husband-wife argument, the husband told his wife to go and earn her own money. She felt insulted but instead of sulking and fighting, she did just that. She created a world for herself where she earned enough to fulfill her own needs without asking her hubby for any money. She can’t make millions for she does not have a visa to work – but she earns that money in India and sometimes withdraws very small amounts just to satisfy her daily needs without breaking any laws. It’s shameful when the educated women have to resort to such small tactics but this law bordering on the slave system, can’t be fought against. But whenever I see her, she fills me with pride for she has understood the true meaning of – “sam, dam, dund and bhed”. She is an in-house editor for a famous publishing house in India. I can’t take her name for reasons obvious. This to me is women empowerment. She could have sat and cribbed and bad mouthed her husband in our social gatherings. She could have cursed her fate and blamed it all on destiny. But she chose to fight it – the right way. That rebellious feeling when ignited in a woman – is women empowerment according to me. Don’t know how many would agree but every change should take first within oneself before we try to change the world.

Destined too had Esha fighting for money using every means at her disposal. When you don’t have money and time is not on your side, taking help is perfectly fine. We can’t always wait for miracles. For me, it was not about Esha getting the money on her own but rather about repaying it when and as she could. She could have easily forgotten about it since she was married to the man from whom she had taken the money. But then, that would be a dependency. That is exactly what I wanted to say through my story – it’s ok to take help but just because you are a woman does not mean – you don’t have to repay it. That dignity of fighting your own battle should never be taken away from a woman.

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Esha Mehra could have taken care of her father, only if she had some support from her fiancé. But he had his priorities set and her sick father was nothing but a burden. Esha didn’t have any other choice but to apply for a loan from her office. But she had not banked on the fact that the Head of Geno Technologies needed her for other reasons.
When Rohan Sharma saw Esha for the first time, he felt she was the one. He had no intention of falling in love with her for the pain of the past was still too much to bear. 
But he did need Esha as a decoy to his plan. But Esha was not a damsel in distress who would bend to his will easily. While he was sure that he would marry her only for six months, he still couldn’t understand why he felt a searing jealousy every time, her ex-fiancé Ayush’s name was mentioned.
While these two souls had other plans in their lives, Destiny conspires to bring them together. But will the stench of Death let them live their lives? 
Read an excerpt:

On seeing her, he grinned. “There goes my dream of my bride sitting on the bed with a long veil over her face that I could slowly lift up.”

Esha laughed. “Do it in your real wedding.”

Rohan felt a jolt at her words though his feelings had stopped making any sense at all. He found her pajama-clad wet avatar very sensual. Her hair was wet from the shower and a few droplets fell on her collarbone, like dew drops on a rose petal. Now that he was finally alone with Esha, he wanted to further muss up her hair and kiss those wet pearls away. But never had he imagined that he would be alone in a room with her amidst roses and that her intoxicating perfume would drive him crazy. Theirs wasn’t a marriage in the true sense and yet her lips were calling out to him to feel them with his own.

But he was sure that she wouldn’t appreciate it. He forced himself to lean back on the pillow and give her an easy smile to fight his raging hormones. “So, which side of the bed is yours?”

She looked at him sharply to check if he was laughing at her predicament. She then went to her purse and took out a tape—a big, brown one.

“Naughty, naughty,” he said sitting up, suddenly feeling the air crackling between them with an invisible electric thread that was slowly pulling them towards each other. “What’s your intention darling?”

Esha gave him an evil grin and sashayed towards him, all the while opening the tape. “You didn’t think I would be prepared?” she asked, her voice husky. Any hot-blooded man would find this a big turn-on but Rohan sat up straight, wondering if she was drunk.
“Esha, I think we should go to sleep now.” He gave her a sheepish smile. “It’s getting very late.”

She threw back her head and laughed, “The night is still young, darling.” She opened the tape further and climbed on the bed, inching slowly towards him as she rolled it out. Rohan could feel his heart skipping a few beats. He wanted her no doubt, but he was not expecting this and her strange behavior made him uncomfortable.
“Do you want something to eat?” He sounded lame even to himself. She threw her head back and looked at him, her sherry colored eyes darkening into molten chocolate, and the light breeze from the window caught her silk tresses and made them dance to a tune of their own. She bit her lower lip and leaned in front of him, staring deep into his eyes. “Are you nervous?”

“Why are you behaving like this?” he asked, trying to get out of the bed. He felt an invisible hand clutching his stomach but he kept his tone breezy. “Are we taking this night to mean what it is meant to be? I’m ready if you are.”

If she took another step forward, her breasts would touch him. What the devil was she playing at? He couldn’t even lean back further since the head rest was stopping any further movement. She leaned forward but instead of coming towards him, she went beyond him and stuck the edge of the tape to the middle of the bed post. She then pulled the tape down – further and further and a line was drawn along the middle of the bed.

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About the author

Rubina Ramesh is an avid reader, writer, blogger, book reviewer and marketer. She is the founder of The Book Club, an online book publicity group. Her first literary work was published in her school magazine. It gave her immense pride to see her own name at the bottom of the article. She was about 8 years old at that time. She then went to complete her MBA and after her marriage to her childhood friend, her travel saga started. From The Netherlands to the British Isles she lived her life like an adventure. After a short stint in Malaysia, she finally settled down in the desert state of USA, Arizona. Living with her DH and two human kids and one doggie kid, Rubina has finally started living the life she had always dreamed about – that of a writer.

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