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Two men was dragging Yati somewhere. One man was gripping her arm tightly while the other was holding her by the nape of her neck. They were dragging her along with themselves heartlessly, ignoring her cries.

But Yati, she was screaming in pain and helplessness. She was scared for the things was going to unfold in front of her. Maybe they must will kill her or must they will cage her for the rest of her life.

Thousands of thoughts ran through in her mind.

After dragging her for about 2 minutes. They stopped in front of a broad entrance gate. Where two man were already standing outside. They were the guards, wearing simple long shirts and white pajamas—held a thick long wooden stick in their hands.

One guard asked, “ka hua bhaiya ji? Ye kon hai?”

The man holding Yati by her neck spats angrily, “ye chhokri Sardar ke khet mein chori karti dekhi humne. Phool churait rahi.”

As he spoke, he shook her violently, making Yati cried out loud in pain. Tears were smeared across her whole face.

Her face was stained with dry mud, tears dried and new spilling out from her eyes, making her face wet again.

Suddenly, a guard speaks, “ab to pakka maut ayi hai iski.”

Hearing him, Yati shouts, “hum chori nhi kr rhe the.” She shouts at the base of her lungs.

“ae chup kr. Ye to ab humre Sardar hi batayenge ki tu ky kr rhi thi.” The another man holding her shouts at her making her flinch in fear.

Those two guards start laughing like a movie villain and pushed open the heavy entrance gates.

Yati flinched as those two doors opened in loud screech. Her heartbeats failing her control over her own self.

Those two man forcefully drags her in that house.

But in actually it was not any a small normal house. It was grand.

Intimidating, like house itself carried the power. The courtyard was massive itself like a good hall without the roof. It was open, the floor was neat and clean but still it held fear. There was silence all over.

The only thing was sounding was Yati’s scream.

She shouting only one thing, “humne chori nhi ki hai.”

At the center of the courtyard stood single wooden chair was placed and there it was. 

A young man. His posture was calm but still commanding. He wore a grey colored pure cotton shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Pairing it with white pants and simple leather slippers.

Thick moustaches framed his stern face with trimmed beard, his deep dark brown eyes, shielded with thick eyelashes. His hair almost curly touching the nape of his neck, still neatly combed.

He was sitting there casually, his left hand’s finger resting against over his lips. Quietly and calmly, the girl dragged before him.

Yati didn’t even dared to look around. Her eyes stayed lowered, holding her feet back trying to not get into that hell.

She sniffled, body trembling uncontrollably, her breath shallow from fear.

Those two man almost threw Yati harshly into the feet of the man sitting on the chair. She was throbbing, sniffling. Her body was trembling due to fear.

The man sitting on the chair looked at her carefully. His eyes searching for something he was trying to find from the moment his eyes landed on her.

Suddenly a man spoke, “Sardar ie ladki ko humne apke khet m phool chori krte pakda tha. Ie ladki ke sath do ladka or ek ladki or the pr uu hath na aa paye Sardar.” Not daring to meet his eyes as he spoke.

Because no one has dared to look directly into his eyes.

Before anyone could even blink the other man who was holding Yati from her nape, came forward and tightly gripped her by her hair, yanked her head back roughly.

“Sardar aap bolo to ie ka gala kaat deib.” That man growled, gritting his teeth.

That’s when Yati’s eyes snapped open but still she didn’t look at their Sardar but looks at the man who was holding her hair.

Her voice cracked, trembling yet loud, “hum chori nhi kr rhe the. Humri baat sun to lijiye phle. Hum chori nhi kr rhe the.” She said tears spilling out from her eyes.

“hum ek college student hain, yaha pe college ke kaam se plants collect krne aye the.” She said, she gasped for air, her breaths were shaky.

“hume chhod dijiye. Hume nhi pta tha ki wo ek private property ke under tha. Hume maaf kr didjiye.” She said.

Finally, she looked up—at him. the man on the chair. Her hands folded together, trembling in prayer.

She joined her hands together in front of him, “hum wada karte hai wo phool wapas kar denge. Hum chori nhi kr rhe the. Hume jaane dijiye.” As she completes her sentence that man leave her hairs with a sudden jolt and step back.

Sardar

I tried to look into her eyes. The eyes,

I saw for the first time, my world went still.

My fingers were still resting over my lips like I was in my normal sitting position as usual, but in reality I had gone blank after looking into her eyes.

Those thick lashes, those caramel brown eyes—now swollen and red due to lot of crying. The only thing I could see in her eyes was fear, truth, believe that I’ll help her and her innocence.

I went silent.

My breath hitched for a second.

The only word came into my mind—beautiful.

“Sardar ye jhuth bol rhi h. hume bolo abhi gala kat det h iska.” That man snarled again and now I lose my control.

My eyes drifted towards him, cold and sharp.

I forwarded my left hand towards him as he exactly knew what I was asking for.

As always, he handled me a sharpest sickle in my hand.

I saw her as she holds her breath. Her eyes locked onto that blade, wide as fear evolved in them.

But before the man could even pull his hand back, I swung.

In one clean motion, I severed that very hand—the same one that dared to touch her.

Blood splattered across my skin.

Her scream ripped through the silence.

Everyone gasped in shock. Fear fell heavy in the air Exactly the way I liked it.

But on her face, in her eyes...

No.

I did not want fear...

Her breathes were heavy, head down, eyes closed. Her hands were covering her ears and her hair...they were spreading over her back like heavy curtains.

She was scared it felt like she wanted ground to swallow her raw.

"Amma, take her inside." My voice echoed in that silence courtyard.

My words heavy and my eyes only looking for hers.

Just then a lady came from inside the house. She was the care taker of the house and the woman who owns my respect.

She was used to with this blood, fear and all those things which didn't effect her much.

Amma came and help her to stand on her feet. She was shivering with fear.

And I don't know why but this felt something down to me.

They left. Even her anklets, I could hear the shivering of her anklets, only with fear.

Even after they left, the silence remained same.

And that man, no one has even allowed to cry out in pain in front of me.

He shut his mouth with another hand, covering it properly so that cry should not touch my ears.

My mind slowly diverted towards him, I scanned the whole courtyard, every man present.

They were shivering under my gaze, every man until my eyes again find that very same man on ground.

I stood up and with that every person out their straighten their core.

"If ....

I repeat.

If...even your eyes touch her shadow only....I will make sure it would be the last day of your whole family and the one who even spare a glace of her.... I'll make sure even his ancestors would fear to born again on this earth."

To be continued...

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