“She sat under the shower making scratch marks on her wrists, on her thighs, and on her stomach with a small pen knife. Her hair was messed up, teary-eyed, and she couldn’t feel the pain that cut through her flesh making bruises while blood oozed out slightly. She sat there naked; brooding on the wet floor, the water from the shower falling straight on her head as she sobbed; her tears ebbed away by the water.” What had happened to Aami? What was she trying to hide? Will she fight back or end up doomed forever? Every day is a battle; a constant tussle to please those dear and near ones, obliging to choices made by others, pleading for consent, to make it safely through the streets and despite all these efforts to be that ideal woman, ‘SHE’ encounters and endures abuse of varied shades considered ‘normal’. This book is indeed a glimpse into the life of women whose lives are bound by do’s and don’ts dictated by the patriarchal society; those everyday struggles a woman silently or perhaps unwittingly suffers in the due course of her life to safeguard what is enshrined as her ‘virtue’. Still, is it possible? What is life like being a woman in an average Indian household and in the streets? ‘Brother, Please Don’t Rape Me’ explores the reality of rape culture in Indian society through funny sarcastic real-life anecdotes.