Author: Jitender Girdhar, Sri Karanpur, Rajasthan, India
Nisha was lying unconscious in the trunk of Bablu's car.
After showing this sight to those three boys, Bablu immediately closed the trunk again and then said, "See, I told you, didn't I, that I would bring this girl here all by myself? Now, first of all, I will rape this girl." After saying this much, he looked at the three boys one by one and then said, "Second number for the one in the white shirt—third number for the one in the blue shirt—and fourth number for the one in the black shirt."
"Why did you keep me for the very last?" the boy in the black shirt showed slight resentment.
Placing his hands on the shoulders of the one in the black shirt, Bablu said, "Back there in the park, seeing Nisha, the one in the white shirt was the first to make a comment—then the one in the blue shirt also shared his thoughts—and at the very last, you managed to gather the courage to open your mouth—therefore, I have assigned these ranks to you three on that basis."
The eyes of the three boys met each other and then, in the blink of an eye, the boy in the blue shirt pulled out a knife from his pants, and touching it to Bablu's stomach, said, "Sit in your car immediately—otherwise, I will shove this knife into your stomach."
Seeing the knife, Bablu said in shock, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I will count to three—if you don't sit in the car, I will definitely finish you right here," the one in the blue shirt warned while grinding his teeth.
The one in the white shirt opened the rear window/door of the car, and Bablu moved toward the car.
The one in the black shirt also quickly opened the other rear window/door and got inside the car.
When Bablu sat in the car, the one in the blue shirt, keeping him targeted with the knife, also sat with him.
Bablu was now sitting between the boys in the black shirt and the blue shirt.
The boy in the white shirt had taken the driving seat.
All the windows of the car with black tinted glass had been closed.
The one in the black shirt took out a thin but strong rope from his pocket and immediately tied Bablu's hands and feet.
"Is this how you people will repay the debt of my favor?" Bablu said with annoyance.
The one in the black shirt growled while plucking/tugging at Bablu's hair, "This favor of yours is now going to become the reason for your death—because we are getting the scent of a very deep conspiracy behind this favor of yours. Now we will kill you by strangling your throat—and at a short distance is the Gang Canal (Gang Nahar). After untying the ropes, we will seat your corpse in the driving seat and push the car into that canal. This is our plan—but now, before dying, you will also have to reveal your plan. If you tell it straight, you will get an easy death—otherwise, the more you twist the matter here and there, the more you will suffer. Tell me, you scoundrel—what kind of game are you planning to play—and who else is involved with you in this conspiracy?"
"What nonsense are you people talking—the girl I have kidnapped, you won't find a beauty like her in the whole of Ganganagar. I am giving you a chance along with myself to have an encounter with that girl."
The one in the blue shirt, staring at Bablu, said, "We too are very eager for an encounter with that girl—but this act of yours has created a pain in our stomach—because whenever any boy sees a beautiful girl, his heart starts dancing with joy—but if another boy looks at that girl intently in front of him, then immediately the dancing heart catches fire. He wants to throttle that boy's neck (tetwa) right then. This is the natural behavior of boys. And what you have done today is unnatural—because all the struggle of making the girl unconscious and bringing her here, you did all alone. And what the natural behavior of boys is, I have already told you. Then how can we believe that there is no conspiracy behind this?"