It was almost around 11pm and Sajjan had been silent, his mind full of thoughts as he toyed with many action plans. His chain of thoughts was broken. He remembered that he had to meet Rana to get the money Rajasaab had arranged…
Rana was sitting alone in the shed awaiting Sajjan. He was concerned about his own safety and was jittery at every sound he heard. He had to board the train around 3am at Rajapuri and hoped that Sajjan would make it. The only other option was, to risk going with the package to Amar’s house, deliver it to Sajjan. He also knew that most probably, Sajjan would call his bluff and not exchange Leela against the package and would come there alone. He couldn’t shake off his lusty feeling for Leela and hoped that Sajjan would keep his word and get her along. He looked at his watch. It was almost 1am. Every moment of the hands of his wristwatch made him more nervous. The light of lantern in the shed was creating scary shadows. He heard stealthy sounds approach the shed. He pulled out his ugly knife, ready to defend himself, if it wasn’t Sajjan. To his relief he saw Sajjan peeking in from behind the creaking door.
“What took you so long?” he almost growled at Sajjan putting his knife back.
“You got to understand, people are keeping a 24 hour vigil – right from the edge of the jungle to Bhama. They now know that your men were involved in kidnapping and murder of the little girl Reshma. It’s difficult to move around and not get noticed.
“How did they come to know?”
“Someone identified the dead person who kidnapped little Reshma and the person knew that he worked for you.” Sajjan bluffed.
“That idiot… I had asked them to create trouble by hurting someone – they kidnapped his child and her friend. Now I have to go into hiding because of their foolishness.” he shook his head in anger. “Anyways – this can’t be changed – what happened, happened… The suitcase is there in the corner and here’s the code to unlock.” he threw a piece of paper at Sajjan.
“I also have personal question for you.” Sajjan continued without waiting for Rana’s reaction, “By any chance do you have a hand in the disappearance of adivasi girls in the jungle?’
“How did you guess that?”
“Your interest in Leela made me guess that.”
“Yes – those girls are kidnapped by Birju and likes of him. They are brought to me. I test them for sexual satisfaction level and decide which brothel they will serve. Does that answer your question?”
“What I understand is – you sponsored Leela’s education. You have been her mentor. She worshipped you for all you did. Then why?”
“To be honest, I was against educating adivasi girls. They grow up raw and it’s easy for me to kidnap them and place them in brothels. By the time they realize where they are – they are addicted to the lifestyle in these brothels. Further, they are ashamed to run away and return to their tribes. So they keep serving till it’s possible for them.”
“You haven’t answered my question yet.”
“I haven’t sponsored her education. Rajasaab did. This was his plan to make inroads into the tribal vote bank and make those adivasi tribes familiar to me so that I can visit and check which girl is ripe to kidnap. I wasn’t interested in Leela till I saw her few months ago when I visited her college. She has grown up irresistibly sexy. The girls in the towns and cities do not possess the kind of body she does. If only I can lay my hands on her…”
Sajjan nodded and moved back to the main door of the shed. He fiddled with something. Then he reached his hand out and pulled Leela into the shed. She was gagged up and her hands were tied behind making her helpless.
“I told you that I’m a man who keeps his word. Here she is – do whatever you want to.” He said and walked toward the suitcase that lay in a corner and started turning the numerical lock. He clicked the suitcase open and saw that it was full of unmarked currency. He laughed happily at the sight of this money he touched. He clicked the suitcase shut and looked at Rana who was eyeing Leela lustily.
“You can wait and enjoy the porn scene” Rana said and started approaching Leela who looked at Sajjan in anger and then at Rana with hate. He stood a couple of steps away from her and his eyes scanned her from tip to toe – his eyes full of lust. He sprang and grabbed at Leela’s waist. She stamped on his foot with tremendous force which made him yelp in pain. She quickly moved away from him trying to free her hands which were tied behind.
“I love Wild Cats” he said laughing and again made his way toward her. She stood still and when he was within the reach, she planted a firm kick between his legs. He screamed out in pain and doubled up. It took him few minutes to recover and he stood up – now, absolutely livid. She had in the meantime managed to free her hands.
“If I can’t enjoy you – I won’t let any other man on this earth enjoy you.” he said and pulled out his ugly knife and made a mad rush at Leela. She dodged his knife and quickly circled around creating more distance between them. His anger was now reckless as he charged at her, his knife pointing straight at her heart. She dodged this charge and grabbed at his wrist that held the knife and put her shoulder under his armpit. She used the motion of his charge, lifted him and threw him a few feet away, he landed near Sajjan, and his knife flew out of his hand and landed near Sajjan’s feet.
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