Chapter 19
The final brick...
"WILL YOU LOOK AT THIS!" a strangled cry of Anne from behind a few large brown boxes made Geet turn around in alarm. She hurried over to where Anne was and found her clutching a couple of photographs, looking at it with an expression of utmost revulsion.
"What's the matter?" Geet asked as she tried to get closer to Anne, climbing over a few little boxes that were strewn across the floor.
"I can't believe this!" Anne burst out indignantly as she thrust the photographs into Geet's hand, who on taking a look at the pictures, let out a violent gasp. This was way too much to endure yet, she knew, Anne wanted her to see it for this would really help to trigger the next move of the treatment.
It was a photograph of a naked man slouched on an iron chair. By the look of it, he had beaten mercilessly and as the last straw of revenge, he had been castrated. Geet didn't have any difficulties in deciphering that this was the man who had been married to her aunt. But she something else in the picture that made her heart stop. There was small little baby on the floor, looking at the man who was unconscious or maybe even dead, its tiny face scrunched up in horror and terror, its mouth open wide, probably due to its bawling. It might have been any other child but the identifying feature, which Geet was very quick in considering, was its bright blue green eyes.
"It's the boy!" she hissed painfully, "I know it's him!"
"Damn your father, Geet!" Anne burst out. "Just damn him! He has actually murdered him or tortured him right in front of the kid! No wonder he is so scared!"
"Now, it is for sure that this kid has been scarred right from his birth!" Geet spat out as hatred coursed through her like snake venom and all she wanted to do was murder the person whom, now, she refused point blank to call bauji.
"This is the reason, then!" Anne muttered glassily, "He has been forced to witness whatever this man has done to his parents."
"Yes and by the look of it, he still remembers everything!" Geet was in a terrible rage, "I don't believe it! How filthy could this man get?"
"But I am glad that now we have got him cornered for good..." Anne muttered furiously, "We can turn him in..."
"Oh I don't think so, Drooly," Geet muttered apprehensively, "he may be a brainless oaf but he is powerful, nonetheless and by hook or crook, I know, he is going to wriggle out and if we take any chance of turning him in then we might forever lose the possibility of making this boy normal, which, I think, is our top priority."
"But we can't let him roam around scot free after all that he has done to your mom and the rest..." muttered Anne indignantly, staring at Geet as though she had sprouted extra arms from her head.
"I am not telling that we should leave him scot free," Geet said in a hard voice, "but I think that punishment should to be given to him, not by us, but by the kid whose whole life has been set on fire by this impotent man. He has suffered more than I or more than anyone and I think it's his right to make him suffer to the point way beyond Mohan's tolerance."
Anne stood there staring at Geet while this enormous statement was making its way into her mind. She had known Geet to be matured than anyone of her age but to this level, it was still unbelievable. She just couldn't utter another word and simply nodded, with her mouth still open awkwardly.
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Geet's attention immediately turned towards the old battered computer lying on the table and she hurried towards it and switched it on, praying with all her might that something would not give away her forced entry into the bowels of data stored over there because it was the only way to bring out someone from the burning hell.
There was a password. She could hear Anne swear loudly. She couldn't accept defeat. Not when she had come this close. She closed her eyes, prayed her Jesus Santa once more and started typing a word that immediately came into her mind. It didn't work. But she didn't lose hope. Knowing her father and his extremities, it was minutes before she would hit on the right word, she knew it somehow. She trusted her instincts, something that Mohan never believed nor gave any importance to.
For a while both Anne and Geet typed literally all the nasty and explicit words they could think of but the computer didn't budge. A moment of disappointment before Geet was hit with a brainwave and she typed a string of words, invinciblemohan, and the computer opened up to her. She knew where her father had made the terrible mistake. Smiling to herself as she received a whooping encouraging pat on her shoulder by Drooly, she started searching for any clue or evidence that might lead her on in the battle she fought.
Anne was watching her student perform miracles in front of her and was growing incredibly proud of her every moment. There was a dull ache in her heart as she thought about the years Smriti had spent suffering under this sadistic man, which was like an ever raging fire. Anne had never thought that she would be feeling something so powerful, so intense that she would barely able to control herself. Now making Mohan pay for what he had done had become her obsession and she knew she would die if Mohan wouldn't be punished. He had to be given the taste of his medicine, the taste of own brutality until which Anne couldn't breathe freely.
A violent gasp shook Anne out of her train of thoughts and she looked down to see Geet staring at the computer with utmost horror on her face and dreading what she was about to find out, Anne looked at the screen and she just felt everything collapse around her as she stood there frozen, looking at what was playing on the computer.
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It was time...time to play! Mohan had been waiting for this moment for a long time but his sister was cocooned safely and protectively in the arms of his parents which prevented Mohan to show the side of carnal desire he had on her. But now she had walked into his trap just like a prey walking towards its predator and it was finally the moment for the predator to taste its delicious prey.
He strutted down the steps to the basement followed by his eager servants who were promised a real treat today. The air was quivering in excitement as the group walked down in a deathly silence, savoring the very thoughts plaguing their minds.
Ratan looked up as she heard the familiar creak of the iron door and felt a chill down her spine as she saw her brother emerge with an unmistakable expression of victory and cruel satisfaction on his face. She knew what it meant...it meant something terrible would happen and she glanced at her husband, fearing for his safety while she was painfully unaware that it was her who was being targeted.
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Fear was never a feeling that coursed through Geet from the time she was able to think but today, she felt an unexplainable fear, horror as she saw the video that was being played on the screen. It didn't matter how matured she was, how close to being an experienced adult in thinking, Geet was still a child. An innocent, nine and a half year old child for whom not everything was tolerable. There were some things which she knew to be way beyond the realms of her mindset and not a single child was permitted to see what she was seeing today. It was horrendous; it was atrocious; it was terrible! Her mind was completely black as she continued staring at the scene on the system which showed an act that was extremely heinous and awful, an act of ultimate humiliation of a woman.
"Ah!" Mohan burst out dramatically, looking at his servant, "isse tum saza kehte ho Mangal?"
"Nahi maalik..." Mangal muttered gleefully, "inhe toh koi farak hi nahi pada hai ab tak..."
"Toh saza toh deni chahiye," Mohan whispered, his voice dangerously silky, as he looked menacingly at Ratan and Rajdeep, who were both cowering in fear against the wall holding each other for support and strength. Mohan had to laugh...they looked so pathetic! Rajdeep was staring at Mohan with unmistakable contempt in his eyes as he held Ratan protectively against his chest, trying to pry her away from all the evil.
"Mangal" Mohan said, "usse uthao!" pointing his finger at Rajdeep. Ratan jumped and held her husband tightly, "Nahi, bhaiyya...unhe kuch mat kejiye..." but all her protests fell on deaf ears as Mangal and two other men roughly pulled Rajdeep, hurled him to a chair, bound him with ropes ignoring the protests and gagged him with a dirty rag. Mohan was now looking down at his sister who was sobbing uncontrollably looking at her husband. He muttered, yet again in a silky voice, "Yeh sab karne se ek marad ka vishwas nahi toot tha..."
The servants nodded in agreement while Rajdeep was struggling against the bonds, extremely confused and fearful as to what he had to face. Fear became an understatement when he heard the words Mohan speak, unable to believe what he was hearing, "ek marad ka vishwas uski aurat hai..."
Ratan was looking from her husband to her brother, unable to process what was happening around her when her brother roughly grabbed her hands and pulled her to a standing position. She looked on still not understanding what was about to happen but apparently, it looked like Raj had understood because he was now buckling wildly around his chair with a look of pure terror on his face. She couldn't fathom why but it all became clear the next instant when her brother pushed her against the wall and tore her pallu away from her skirt, exposing her modesty in front of all the men. She gasped in shock and covered her arms around her, trying to cover herself but it was useless as her strength was nothing compared to Mohan's power.
"Nahi..." she screamed as she ran around trying to save herself but the servants, who were now laughing, stopped her and pushed her back towards Mohan, who grabbed her waist and tore the back of her blouse. Ratan was shell shocked but she could do nothing to stop it, though she continued to struggle in the arms of her brother pleading him, desperately trying to save herself from humiliation. Raj was struggling against his chair unable to see the disgrace of his wife and feeling extremely disgusted of himself to have put his wife in this situation. Tears blurred his eyes and the rag was threateningly choking him but his heart yearned for only his wife, whose strangled yell pierced through his heart like red hot daggers.
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It was done. Everything was over. Her vacant eyes had run out of tears. It was unable to stay with her anymore. She just lay there, blank and empty, as she just let every single man enter her, enjoy her and humiliate her. She had become a s**t, a prostitute. She was over. She had no sense of herself left in her. Her brother, whom she respected, had stamped out the very reason of respect out of her. He had used her, hurt her, tore her into pieces and threw her into the mouths of hungry, dirty wolves. They massacred ever inch of her body, ran their filthy hands over her, and plundered their mouths on her core without any conscience. They didn't kill her; they destroyed her...
He was slumped against his chair. He had diminished into an endless abyss of pain. He had failed. Failed miserably to protect that one treasure which had loved him immensely. He could just stare at her, his eyes as blank as a glass, failing to utter a single coherent word. He never believed somebody could truly destroy a person until today, as he saw each and every person, jeering and taunting him, taking advantage of his helpless, vulnerable wife in front of him. Fondling her with their hands, licking her core with their disgusting tongues or thrusting inside her, hurting her, paining her and destroying her. Yet, he could do nothing but scream. He could do nothing but watch the bloody scene with his eyes. Watch all the shame with his bloody eyes. He hoped to die...he couldn't face himself. He couldn't after all that happened. He wanted to die...he just wanted to go away from all these...but he couldn't...he couldn't leave his Ratan midst of all these monsters...
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He licked his lips with contentment as he got up after he satisfied his carnal desire. His sister was more beautiful than he had imagined. She tasted blissful to him. As he wore his pants, he looked at his servant and nodded, watching with a cruel pleasure as Mangal and the rest of his trusted men satisfied their hunger. He knew the punishment was a success. It was a gleeful success, he felt as he stared at those vacant eyes of Rajdeep Khurana. He had taken his revenge. A man was truly destroyed when his love was destroyed right in front of him.
He walked to Rajdeep, grabbed the back of his head and roughly pulled his hair. He leant down, his face dangerously close to Rajdeep and whispered, washing Rajdeep with a breath smelling of sickly alcohol and cigarettes, "Aisa mat sochna ki tumhari saza poori hogayi hai...abhi bohot kuch baaki hai..."
Rajdeep was silent for he could not process anything that Mohan uttered. Mohan straightened smiling cunningly and looked at the naked body of his sister who lay there as though she was dead. But he knew she wasn't. She wouldn't die. At least not for that disgusting creature growing inside her. He walked to her, stamped on her breasts, hit her between her thighs with his shoes and walked away, lighting up a cigar, leaving her to the mercy of his servants, who gladly took the second chance of experiencing the most beautiful woman of their entire village.
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He stood there, his tiny blue green eyes contracted in complete horror as all the incidents that his subconscious had recorded came back into his mind, paralyzing him with fear. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and crashed to the floor. Geet knew it was the start. It was beginning of one wholesome journey.
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