Meet Vijee — fierce, fearless, and unapologetically bold.

A rebel from the streets of Mumbai, she’s a woman who doesn’t just dislike men — she holds them responsible for the world’s deepest wounds. In a world obsessed with superheroes and alpha males, Vijee is a lightning storm tearing through the patriarchy.

Born on Dussehra and named Vijaya, she later transformed into “Vijee” — a name that crackles with fury, like a bolt of lightning. Her childhood was marred by pain, an abusive stepfather, and a fractured family. From a young age, she fought back — penning sharp insults for playground wars, beating up bullies, and even confronting authority with her fists.

As a young woman, she bore a child with a married man, only to have the baby taken from her. Left with nothing, she survived through begging and sex work. But she never stopped questioning. Never stopped challenging. She declares, “We must create complete beings — not broken bodies or damaged minds. And that includes maleness.”

Draped in sarcasm and fury, Vijee dismantles mythologies, mocks the idea of worshipping women while the nation remains unsafe for them, and turns biology into a battlefield. She calls out the Y chromosome as a defective X, rejecting Freud’s idea of ‘penis envy’ with a biting twist: men suffer from pussy envy — because they can’t give life.

With razor-sharp wit and searing truth, she tears through every pillar of male dominance — from war to marriage, desire to disease, power to death. Weaving in history, politics, religion, and everyday realities, Vijee holds up a mirror to the glorified image of men — and shatters it.

In the end, echoing Sultana’s Dream, Vijee envisions a radical, female-led world. A future without men.