They were really good friends. So good, that people started
assuming they just can’t be friends when they are in a relationship. Well according
to me I don’t see any harm in that. One evening they were returning in a cab on
a cold winter night. It wasn’t late, but the cold surely shortened the day time.
Those were the times when Ola/Uber were not in sight. On her waving hand the
cabbie made a stop and they entered the car. She was very friendly with the
friend who was a boy and the cabbie who was also a boy of the same age thought
why does he have to slog his butt riding a cab whereas this boy of my age, who
possibly must be studying with her too get to have the company of this simply
beautiful girl. He had a devouring thought of interposing for the guy and experiencing
the thrills of being liked by a girl. He called his equally tainted friend in
his mother tongue & coded that they can have a good time ‘If’!!!!
The friend understood the stage up. The
cabbie made an unusual stop and requested the two behind that his younger
brother needed to be picked up from his coaching classes. They agreed.
The friend boarded the car. He sat on the seat ahead. Again
the cabbie and he, started speaking in their mother tongue. The two unconcerned
youngsters kept chatting. At a crossing over a bridge the friend took out a
knife and slit the guy’s throat sitting behind just in a jiffy and the cabbie turned
the cab towards the dark, secluded road. The girl kept screaming at the top of
her voice, but no eyes and ears. This girl understood something ill was going
to happen. They stopped the car. Asked her to come out quietly. She knew what
was coming. She was scared to death. She saw her boy-friend was motionless, he
was no more. She was standing alone. She
will be raped and then very nicely disposed off in a mysterious fashion and
then become a news sensation. Her life and post rape her family’s life will
become a public discussion. All this started flashing in front of her eyes.
There was a small hut across the road. The cabbie and his
friend caught her and pulled her towards the hut. She resisted but inferred
that her petite feminine strength will not help her out here. After throwing
her in the hut they started discussing who would like to take the first plunge.
The friend agreed to wait, saying that he already had a wife, so he would let
him experience the probable virgin He started undoing her and his clothes. The
friend outside could hear the shrills and howls. It was exciting him. The door
kept closed due to unlevelled ground below. . Now the bait was almost ready to
be violated. She laid there in terror but her mind still running a thousand
thoughts. She kept thinking what can she do to fight in this situation. She
decided not to fight. She succumbed to his force as long as she could. Just
when she was sure that the friend was having the most out of her misery, she
grabbed her sling bag, he still slobbering on her, she used her one hand to
open the zip of the bag and got hold of her body spray. He was still breaching,
very Sotto Voce about it opened the spray and squirted the mist right into his
eyes and she continued screaming on top of her lungs to be louder than him at
that moment. And as his grip on her loosened she kicked his nuts like a mule. When
he turned over holding his aching and agonizing apparatus… she quickly grabbed
his belt to strangle him so hard at his neck that he got knocked out. She was
very quick to do these things. She thought if she had resisted and cried and
made a lot of movements she would have fatigued and gotten bruised with no
energy encounter in this manner. She gathered the uncertain cadaver and pushed
him behind the door. The darkness still dominated.
The cabbie outside thought the job of his friend was done
and now he would take a spin. As soon as he entered he saw the girl lying
almost bare…and moaning. Because of dimness he bent over the girl to check the
locus. Just then he tripped over the leg of his friend lying behind and fell,
the girl did not miss the chance of smearing the leftover spray right into his
eyes until the bottle was empty. He howled like a dog who was hit with a stick by
a furious watchman. That disoriented him, the girl got up with the belt to the
rescue and tied his feet, but then she thought, he would still have his hands
to coerce. Intuitively she used her head to slam against his head as vigorously
as she could, she bled with her own blow. But her Kill bill spirit at its
extreme guided her to poke her pointer fingers into his eyes and kept pressing
until she could feel his eye balls were oozing out. His pain sounded as
dreadful as the pain she felt when an alien prick infiltrated her terrain. She
then used her thumbs to block his nostrils until he lost his balance and tasted
ground. She kicked him again on his manhood and used her heels to smudge his
balls until he could not feel them because of the pain he was going through.
She turned him over his stomach used the belt to tie his hands and then used
her dupatta to tie his feet as tightly as she could. The beast inside him still
quivered and gave really bad swears to her. Now that she had some ground to herself
she grabbed her kurti and wore it as soon as possible. She did not have time to
dress completely, took her jeans in her hands and went out to seclusion.
After
all this, she was still standing alone. She deduced that she was still not
completely out of danger. She went across the road to check on her friend, but
he laid almost dead blood still oozing out of his throat. Somehow she sensed
that he was still breathing. She looked out for knife that slit his pal’s
throat, finding it… ran back to the hut, feeling the intensity of ‘kaali maa’
she grabbed the tool (john) of the cabbie’s friend and subtracted it bloodily
crying and shivering. Looked at the cabbie lying on his stomach almost fainted
she thought turning him around and punishing him might give him air to fight
back. She took the knife and made and incision between his buns until a bone
stopped her. She did not want to sit there anymore in the bloodbath, as being a
woman she might empathize and feel the undue guilt. She grabbed her jeans, her
bag and escaped from there as soon she could. She could not find her phone, in
that mess, she reached out to the cabbie’s phone and dialed 100, informed them
about the massacre and called for an ambulance for her friend, who by the way
eventually was saved.
She confessed to the barbarous stratagem she chose to defend
herself. The one she castrated, died after a week and the one for who she had chiseled
the tattooed on his haunches is still in ICU and critical & almost blind with his face
and identity flashed all over the media. The government kept the identity of
this Shaktiwoman anonymous.
Log to kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna. The Cabbie’s lawyer
has filed a case on the girl for injuring him brutally and leaving him
banished. Asking for damages for his family as they were dependent on him for
money. The girl still keeps going to dates at the court. Her lawyer is making
sure to summon the cabbie capital punishment. Phir bhi…
Taareekh pe taareekh , taareekh pe tareekh, tareekh pe
taareekh !!!
Friends, this is a piece of fiction of what can happen/could
have happened in many cases. Aggression does not work at all places. If used at
the right time with right mind…it can be used wonderfully to win a losing
game. My story here is not for putting
any one gender in bad light. There are countless men, boys, brothers and
fathers who have the right attitude towards our kind. Cannot generalize men to
be wolfish just because some of them turn out to be monstrous. A big shoutout for those who respect and care for us.
