Their existence was one of silent, perpetual servitude. They were trained to be perfectly obedient, to anticipate every need. They were forced to learn Urdu, Arabic, and Persian. They were made to cook the food of their captors, to clean their homes, and to serve them in every way. At night, they were taken to the bedrooms. The sex was not framed as a holy ritual, but as a transactional act of conquest. It was cold, perfunctory, and utterly devoid of passion. It was simply the taking of what was owed.
The youngest girls, those who had been the “Calves,” were treated with a particular, chilling cruelty. They were not given to the soldiers. They were assigned to the liberated Muslim women who had been their former victims. A Muslim woman who had been forced to watch her family destroyed would be given a ten-year-old Hindu girl to be her personal servant. The girl would be forced to tend to the woman’s every need, to endure her cold stares and her casual cruelties, a living, breathing reminder of the suffering that had been inflicted. It was a psychological torture designed to perpetuate the cycle of hatred for a generation to come.
The swift conquest had not brought peace. It had brought a reversal. The nation was once again a theater of systematic horror, the roles of victim and victimizer simply exchanged. The air, once thick with the smell of incense and fear, now smelled of cordite and blood. The liberation was complete, and the land was finally, utterly, and irrevocably damned.
Two months after the victory, the initial, chaotic frenzy of liberation had congealed into a systematic, bureaucratic, and profoundly sadistic industry of degradation. The Hindu women and girls were no longer just spoils of war; they were a managed resource, their humiliation codified into a rigid social structure designed to erase their past identity and refashion them into instruments of their own subjugation.
**The Categorization System**
All surviving Hindu females, from puberty to middle age, were processed through central “Classification Centers.” Here, under the cold, fluorescent lights of what were once Hindu wedding halls, they were stripped, examined, and sorted into three distinct categories, which were tattooed in neat, black ink on their left buttocks: “S” for Servant, “B” for Broodmare, and “P” for Public.
**Category “S” – The Servants**
The Servants were the most numerous, assigned to the liberated Muslim populations and the occupying forces. Their daily life was an unending litany of dehumanizing tasks designed to strip them of any shred of dignity.
A Servant’s day began at 4:00 AM. Dressed in a coarse, grey sack that was deliberately too short, revealing their thighs, and too thin, their nipples constantly visible, they would begin their chores. But these chores were twisted into rituals of humiliation. They were required to clean the floors not with mops, but with their own hair, which they were forbidden from cutting. They were forced to lick the boots of their masters clean every morning, their tongues tasting the dust and grime of the street.