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night.

After parting with her best friend, Camila Pandit got in the luxury car that came to pick her up and headed home.

Looking at the busy traffic outside the window, her yellow-brown pupils lost a little focus. Although she was in the car, her heart was still immersed in the plot of the movie just now.

"Hey, why am I telling you this, how could you, the proud girl of heaven, feel something..."

Recalling what her best friend said before watching the movie, Camila Pandit showed a touch of sadness on her beautiful cheek.

How could she not understand...

In the eyes of outsiders, she is the proud daughter of heaven, enjoying the love of her parents, and she is in a different world from the lower-class women. The equality that the lower-class women desire is perfectly reflected in her body.

However, is it really equal?

Only Camila Pandit knows this answer best.

True equality has never belonged to her.

Compared with women at the bottom, she can learn good culture, knowledge and art.

But sadly, she did it all at home, and her father would bring teachers in for her to learn, but she never went to school.

The father's reason was that, as the daughter of a nobleman, she could not show her face in public.

Even if she went to a high-class reception with her father, she would wear a veil and stay by his side at all times, and she could not talk to any strange men.

That feeling is like an appendage, without autonomy, like a puppet held by the father in his hands.

The purpose is that in the future, she can marry the son of a nobleman of the same level with a very high social status, so as to obtain the greatest benefits for her family.

Growing up, she was used to being rejected.

She looks glamorous, but in essence, what is the difference between her experience and those low-level women?

It's just that the class is different, but the root problem is always the same.

Looking back on the whole movie, Camila Pandit only felt that her inner emotions were extremely complicated, and an inexplicable surge made her a little difficult to express.

"Women in India need a role model..."

"Equality will never come if no one bravely takes the first step..."

"In ancient times, people with the Brahmin surname held divine power. Now the blood of the Brahmin surname flows in my blood. I should be a role model for Indian women!"

Camilla Pandit murmured softly, her yellow-brown eyes gradually lost their confusion, and became more determined and sharp.

Along the way, Camila Pandit thought a lot.

As soon as she got home, Camila Pandit saw her parents sitting in the living room, her mother winked at her frequently, and her father's face seemed to be covered by dark clouds.

"Who told you to leave home privately and go out to watch a movie?"

The father asked in a low voice, looking at Camilla Pandit with a sullen face.

"Father, I sent you a text message in the afternoon, but if you didn't reply, I will assume that you agreed."

If it was before, Camila Pandit would have apologized immediately, but at this time, it was the first time in her history that she gave the other party a nod.

"boom!"

When his father saw that Camila Pandit dared to contradict him, he was furious. He picked up the porcelain cup in his hand and threw it at Camilla Pandit. The hard porcelain cup hit Camilla Pandit. There was a bruise on Te's forehead.

Camilla Pandit burst into tears when she was smashed, but she tried hard not to let the tears flow down. She gritted her teeth, turned and ran towards her room without saying a word.

When the father saw this, he was furious, turned around and pointed at Camilla Pandit's mother and said angrily, "Starting from today, she will be confined to me for a month. Without my permission, if she dares to step out of this house, I will punish her." Just break her legs!"

The mother responded one after another with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and she seemed submissive, not daring to contradict her husband in the slightest.

"snort."

The father snorted coldly, turned around and left the house. As for what he was doing, the mother knew it well, but she didn't dare to complain in the slightest. The woman took advantage of the loophole.

...

inside the house.

Standing on the balcony, Camila Pandit looked down at her father as he drove away. She didn't cry.

She turned back to the house, turned on the computer, and took out a pair of scissors from the bedside.

Turning on the video recording of the computer, sitting in front of the computer, looking at herself in the video, she first slowly spread her hair away, then picked up the scissors, and cut her long black hair abruptly.

A lot of hair was cut off in an instant, and Camilla Pandit only felt a sudden tremor in her heart, but what followed was a emptiness in her heart.

It seemed to be some kind of shackle that suddenly burst open with a "click".

The kind of ease that comes from the soul makes her feel that her whole soul is sublimating.

Camila Pandit kept moving her hands, and soon she cut her original black long hair into shoulder-length short hair.

"My name is Camila Pandit..."

"From today, I live for myself..."

"Give me liberty or give me death!"

...

The video was edited well. Without any hesitation, Camila Pandit uploaded the video directly to all her social accounts. There are social accounts in India, social accounts in Southeast Asia, and international ones. Weibo account.

Camilla Pandit, who is the daughter of a nobleman and extremely beautiful, has tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of fans on various social networking sites.

Camila Pandit fans are all blown up after Camila Pandit posted such a video.

Countless women left messages and forwarded them one after another.

"It's so handsome. Sister Camilla is going to fire the first shot for women's independence in India!"

"Give me freedom or give me death, this sentence is too good!"

"If you cut your hair, I'll cut it too!"

"Sister Camilla also watched "Let's Wrestle, Daddy". This movie is really too hot. I strongly recommend that all girls watch it!"

"Only if one's own strength is strong enough, can one win the respect of everyone. If we women don't fight for our own rights and equality, who will help us fight for it!"

...

In just one hour, the video of Camila Pandit was circulated by countless women.

At the same time, when this video went crazy, countless imitation videos followed.

By the next morning, tens of thousands of women had joined in the haircut.

However, the heat of this matter has only just risen, and the wind of hair-cutting, like a hurricane, has begun to sweep across the entire Southeast Asian countries.

...

"Bang bang bang!"

Early in the morning, Camila Pandit's door was knocked violently.

Camila Pandit calmly came to the door in her pajamas and opened the door.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the door was opened, my father slapped Camila Pandit across the face.

"You posted that video online?!"

Father's eyes were red, like an angry bull.

"I sent it."

Camila Pandit replied calmly, looking into her father's eyes without any fear.

"Delete it! Then apologize immediately!" The father panted, "Or I'll kill you!"

"I will not delete the video. If you want to kill me, father, I will be powerless to resist." Camilla Pandit said lightly: "But I am a Brahmin noble caste. If my father kills me, I think Father, I'm afraid you will have to spend more than ten years in prison."

"As for father, if you want to put me under house arrest or torture me, I think father, you'd better think carefully. I have already issued a statement on my social account last night. If I don't post photos on time every day, I will ask netizens to help me. I will call the police."

"And I have already sent an email to UN Women. If something happens to me, I think UN Women will not sit idly by based on the current public opinion on the Internet, right?"

Camilla Pandit's thinking was extremely meticulous, and in a few words, her father was dumbfounded, and the originally high-burning killing intent gradually calmed down.

"Camilla, I gave birth to you and raised you, how dare you plot against me like this!"

Father said angrily.

Camila Pandit smiled: "Born me and raised me? I'm afraid I'm just a commodity for sustainable investment in your eyes. When the right time comes, I will be sold by you like a commodity." , I think the timing should be almost the same now, are you already contacting the buyer?"

Camila Pandit's eyes became sharper, she stared into her father's eyes and said: "My life is up to me, and my husband is up to me to choose, no one else can Dominate my life, even my parents!"

"go away……"

"Get out of this house, from now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other!"

The father seemed to have been told by Camila Pandit, and the whole person became extremely crazy.

Upon hearing this, Camila Pandit bowed slowly to her father, then turned around and picked up the suitcase that had been prepared, and strode out of the room.

At the age of 18, she was at a loss...

At the moment when her long hair was cut off just yesterday, she was no longer confused.

Her own life is already in her own hands!

She's had enough of life as a canary in a cage...