He released her twisted arm and she continued, rubbing her limbs to get the feeling of numbness out.
“When I was a child, Rana, one of the Rajasaab’s men sponsored my education at the military school at Jalasagar. It was there I learnt various defence tactics like lathi, judo, etc. I was very good at sports. For many years I retained the gold medals for various sports activities like judo, swimming, running, rifle shooting, horse riding, etc. I was alone and had no friends. Almost, all of the students there were from big towns and cities. They couldn’t accept my tribal background. They loathed and ill-treated me. I used to fight with them when their teasing and taunting went overboard. Every kid in the school called me a ‘Wild Cat’. Since I didn’t have any friends, I concentrated on these sporting activities to fend off the frustration. And that made me a better sports person and a dangerous opponent for anyone in judo or similar sports. The practice helped me to become the best. I realised after a few years that if I had to gain their acceptance, I had to learn their way and standard of living. Their behaviour and be a studious pupil in the class. I started working on these aspects.”
She looked at his expressionless face and continued, “Some time when I was in 8th standard, two girls who got transferred from another military school joined this school. They had to share the room with me. This was the first time I had someone sharing the room. It took them sometime to accept me and we became friends. From them, I started learning the ways of people in big towns and cities. Learn their way of behaviour and etiquettes. We finished the high school and they had to leave. Their parents had planned something else for them. We had a junior and a graduation college in the same campus and I shifted there in a bid to complete the studies. Since I was alone again, I turned back to judo and other sporting activities.”
She knew that Sajjan was listening to her intently. He wanted to believe her but was still sceptical about her being truthful. She felt sad about it.
“Few months ago, I participated in inter-collegiate competitions held in our campus. I won 11 gold medals, 2 silver medals and a bronze medal. Our management was proud about my achievement.”
His gaze was still fixed at her, alert for any movement she would make. She realized this and shifted into a more comfortable sitting position trying to give him an unspoken assurance that she won’t be attempting to attack him or run away. He noticed this change but made no gesture of believing in her.
“They all lauded me for this achievement. One day, I was summoned to the dean’s cabin. The dean was happy and hinted me at my participation at the national games. I looked at him in wonder if he could make this happen. He pointed at Rana who was sitting at a corner behind me. He said that Rana could make it possible. I knew Rana had sponsored my education and now seemed keen on me getting selected for national games. I bent down and touched his feet. He was my mentor and I had put him on a pedestal. He fondly patted my back in appreciation and I was happy. But soon, the way he touched me changed and made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t know why at that time – but I know that kind of touch now. It was full of lust. I said nothing and came back to my room and cried a lot. I knew that it was wrong for him to touch me that way. He was a GOD to me. He was the person who had been sponsoring my education and yet, he was the same person with this kind of devilish wish.” She had tears in her eyes now.
“One sudden day, my father sent a message to the dean asking him to allow me to travel back to my tribe in urgency. It was an emergency of some sort. I didn’t know how many days I would be spending at my tribe so I collected all my things including the medals and the certificates and I reached my tribe. I found everyone sad and concerned…”
She stopped as she choked on her tears.
“You heard me tell Amarbhai about the ultimate human sacrifice in the jungle tribes. It is true and the only difference is my sister had been chosen for the ultimate sacrifice. During the ritual, it wasn’t you – it was Birju who had volunteered to marry her.”
She started crying uncontrolled now. Sajjan wanted to put a reassuring hand over her shoulder but refrained himself from doing so. He patiently waited for her to regain control on her tears and pain.
“We married off my sister to Birju as per the rituals and she left for Birju’s tribe. We knew that Birju had been sponsored by Rana (Rana also was present at the ritual and the ceremony) and had lived at Dheemapur all his life. They were supposed to leave the jungle and settle down at Dheemapur in couple of days. I decided to meet her before they left the jungle.”
Sajjan now found it difficult to follow her narration as it was now punctuated with her sobs. He slowly put a comforting hand over her shoulder and she clung on to his arm and wept her heart out. She managed to regain control of her internal pain.
“I was half way to their tribe in the jungle. There is a wooden bridge to cross the river and it was about a mile away from me. I heard a scream of a girl on the other side of the river. I looked in that direction and to my horror; I saw it was my sister who was trying to free herself from Birju’s brother and his friends. She was screaming and begging to let her go. They had grabbed her tightly so that she couldn’t escape. I saw Birju appear from the jungle. He was laughing dangerously. ‘You got to agree and get used to this sort of life from now onward’ he told her, ‘This – now is going to be your life. You have to make many people happy by letting them enjoy sex with you. You have been selected to serve at one of the most famous brothels in this country. You should be proud that you are beautiful enough for this selection.’ And he started laughing his head off.”
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