He screamed in pain and agony as he landed flat on his back. Sajjan looked away as he kicked the knife further away into the dark corner of the shed.
“What are you gawking at?” he painfully yelled at Sajjan, “Help me with that wild cat.”
Sajjan didn’t move and calmly replied, “My word was to deliver her to you and I did. Whatever happens, now, has to be your call and your destiny.”
Rana stood up with a little difficulty angrily looking at Sajjan and again rushed at her. She deftly followed her judo training and kept throwing him around as if he was a gunny bag containing a block of ice, thrown around to break the ice block into tiny pieces. She threw him again and unfortunately for him, this time he landed on a side of his head. His neck broke with a cracking sound under the weight of his body and he lay there – lifeless…
Sajjan looked at the lifeless body of Rana and then at Leela who was breathing heavily to control her emotions. He picked up the rope which seemed to have tied her hands and lifted Rana’s body and cautiously peeped out to make sure that none of Rana’s men were around. He carried and put Rana’s body next to the big well. He tied up his hands and feet together and then tied a huge stone to his body. He threw that body tied to the huge stone into the well and it quickly sunk to the bottom of that well. He picked up the suitcase filled with the money and grabbed her hand. They stealthily made their way back to the outhouse, cross country way, hiding amongst the grown crops.
They both freshened up which was their need after the episode in which Rana got killed during the struggle.
“Thank you.” she said in a pensive mood.
“I hope the death of Rana has helped you spit out the venom of hate which was seething inside you.” she nodded half heartily, “I’ve a feeling that Birju is still on your mind.”
They slept of without exchanging any further word. He was up early. He had only two days left at Dheemapur. He sat there sipping his morning tea, deep in thought.
“I’m surprised that you made this meeting with Rana possible. You made him think that you had tied my hands but you had not. I am wondering why you didn’t help me. What if he would have been stronger than me?”
“I was watching you when you struggled to beat each other. One look told me that he was no match for your judo skills. I knew the outcome. Further I wanted you to fight this battle alone so that the venom of your hate is released and you start thinking the right way.”
She nodded her head and shook again in confusion, “Why did you tie that heavy stone to his body and threw it into the well?”
“I knew he was going to go into hiding for a couple of months. This is known to his men as well. Everyone will think he is into hiding and it would be months together till they realize that he is missing. That will give you the chance to be back at your college and finish your graduation. It will take Rajasaab to appoint someone else in his place a much longer time. That new person will not have any grudge toward you and you’ll be safe. Till then, no tribal girl will go missing. You’ll have enough time to teach those adivasi girls the art of self-defence. This will ensure that no girl will be helpless when faced with such danger of being kidnapped by Birju or likes of him.” He looked at her. Her mind seemed to agree to what he said but she had a look as if something or some piece was missing.
“Still thinking about Birju?”
She nodded, a faint expression of hate passing her face.
“I think he already must have fled Dheemapur – most probably – gone back to his tribe. If he’s still here, I promise you his death is going to be more horrible than your sister and I have every reason to see him dead…”
She looked at him in wonder. She couldn’t believe what he had just spoken.
“How can a saint like you even think about death to someone?”
“Did I ever say that I’m a saint?” he looked at her mysteriously, “Its people who think that I’m a saint. I’m a very strong headed person and the mission that I’ve undertaken is the only thing I want to follow. I do help people every way I can, I do try and tell people to throw away the hate, However, I cannot allow anyone, I mean anyone, to jeopardise the mission I have undertaken upon myself for its completion.” saying this he started to get ready to go out.
“Today is our last day at Dheemapur. Can’t you spend the day with me?”
“No. Things have changed a lot and I did tell you that my MISSION is supreme to me. I won’t let anything or anyone get in my way. I got to finish off few things here before I leave Dheemapur for good.” he left the outhouse.
She was thinking hard as to what had happened to a saint like Sajjan or whether her reading about this person was wrong. Why and what did Rajasaab give him in the suitcase filled with money. She looked at the medallion hung by him in the bedroom. It looked like an army medal. She had seen lots of military officers visiting their campus and they were proud to display their medals. This looked similar but not like any medal she had seen with those army men. She was confused as to who Sajjan really was… he was stout and had immense strength in him, he was quick and knew self-defence techniques – yet he helped people – he was helping everyone at Dheemapur – he had to be a saint to help people so selflessly.
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