A story about an incident how A goon raped me in my own bedroom.

First of all, let me tell you about myself. My age is 32 years and girl with voluptuous figure
with sexy ass and bubly boobs. I am tall enough as a girl with Perky sharp round ones. My hair is below my shoulders and figure of 32-27-35. I am a dancer by profession and teach online. Enough of my bio data. Let me tell you a horrifying incident that happened with me that ruined my life.

My family lives in a sub rural area in India and is known for a Mafia goon. He is don of this area. His name is Ranga aka Gujjar. He did many political murders and supported by local MLAs . He has connections with central ministry as wel. Therefore, police too fears him. Once a police inspector arrested him for a murder but was soon released after 15 minutes of jail. It was a call from state home ministry to release him. Later, Ranga killed that police inspector and mutilated his body and hung his head in police station.

He used to collect extortion money from businessman and shop owners.

He collects money from every shop owners in the village monthly and threatens to kill whoever refuses. No one even dares to speak against him. It was one of those days when Quarterly panchayat meeting take place. My father is head of the panchayat and regularly attends such discussions.
My father is over 60 and yet enthusiastically vows to serve the village. He was newly appointed at that time and wanted to throw Ranga aka Gujjar behind bars. Even though at first, everyone in the panchayat refused to even hush against him but some of those stupid shopowners agreed.
The next day, it was decided that they will file a police complaint and visit the SP office of that area. It was all a busy hustle for them the whole day but managed to file an FIR complaint directly at the Headquaters.
But little did my Father knew and those brainless shopowners that SP of police was under Ranga's influence. At night the whole matter came to Ranga's acknowledgment. SP as wel as some his men in village informed him about the matter.
The next day, he arrived infront of our home with his goons and knocked at the door.
My father asked "who is it?". It was too early in morning for anyone to arrive.
I was at my room sleeping and suddenly jolted up by my mother.

Mother: wake up Reshmin, wake up god ďamit.