6:45 am, the early summer morning. The road was unpitched with the dusts already flying in the air. Red shawl with pigmented dirt’s on yellow salwar was flying with the engines smoke was traveling with the air. Ranu was back-sited in the jeep with Chunilal’s armed men: harinath, Joginder, Somnath, Kaliya .The jeep was being driven by the bald headed man named Surbir. Ranu’s hands were curled up into the red shawl she was putting. Ranu had been given a cup of tea in the morning wit the two loaves of breads offered by Harinath. Harinath was frequently shifting his sight from the outside view to Ranu. Ranu in the fear of uncertainty and menace was quite and more afraid than the early night. She didn’t know where her mother and father were, where she was being taken to. The last time she heard was her mother’s dreadful cry to run.
The Bollywood song ranged from the pocket of Harinath. He took the cellphone off from the pocket. A Chinese model with the qwerty keypad, he glanced over the screen and received the call.
“Yes Bhagat”.Harinath paused.
“Tell Malik that we are on the way and it’s safe and all set in front of us.”
It was herself that Ranu noticed. Some sorts of goods were being travelled, Ranu thought.
“How was it yesterday?” Harinath questioned over the phone.
“Damn, I missed it!!” he exclaimed.
“What?” Harinath showed a look of surprise and pity for a moment. The he broke into big laugh.
“Well we will pass along the same way .Who care anyway for the street sits.” Harinath said.
Harinath gazed over Ranu. “Ram nam satya hai, ram nam satya hai…” Ranu and all the emn in the jeep witnessed the dead body being carried along the way for the final funeral. It was te dead body of Ramlal.
“May you live long happy life afterdeath Ramlal.” Harinath broke and all the men in jeep laughed. Harilal stayed quite and serious for the moment.A woman dressed in dirts and tears was rolling the down on the ground. Few women were trying to hold her. As the jeep assed by, the woman stand and cried “Ranu don’t go, these monster will kill you, Ranu come out”
She took the stone and threw it over the jeep. The stone banged theright- side miirro of the jeep. Ranu was trembling and cried “aunt mayadevi” the tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“Crazy bitch”. Kaliya said as the stone banged the mirror of the jeep. Mayadevi followed as faras she could and eventually disappeared in the fog of dust.
“How the hell this woman will going to live in the village now??”Jogindar exclaimed. There was a complete silence.
Soon the jeep arrived in Sharda bunglow. Ranu scanned the crowded garden of Jamindar Chunilal. There was a Inspector and few armed men of Chunilal. He was watching from his 3-storyed veranda and he raised his hand over Harinath. There was a dead body of a girl lying on the ground .The body was barely dressed and most of it was torned. Ranu instantly recognized it. It was Geetu.
“So we will resort to the story that the female-servant broke out herself from the 3-storeyed veranda after having drinks during the Jamindar Chunilal”s party in Sharda Bungalow at 11:50 pm” Inspector concluded. Ranu was silent witnessing all the happenings around there.
“Yes Inspector but the true story is the suicide committed at 3:21 am” Bal Singh added with smile.
Down through the hallway, Ranu was taken to another bunglow behind the Sarada Mahal. Ranu was surprised to see that there was an entire new room behind the only bungalow in the village. Her hands were hold by Pratap and Majnu, left and right respectively. Ranu’s hands had almost gone red. But there was nothing she could do. She remained silent during the whole walk. All she noticed were the women, girls in their torn clothes, starring upon her from windows, standing along the way through corridor. They seemed scared, bruised and wounded. And to her sadness, most of them were supposed to study and play at there age. But they were caged in. Caged by the fateful line of poverty, ignorance and cruelty.
Pratap holding a bunch of key for the room where Ranu was being taken .Pratap and Majnu with all hurry were dragging Ranu to walk fast. Harinath, watching this scene was following these three people. They stopped .Pratap was searching a key for the door to unlock. Ranu’s hands were bound with rope. She felt as if she was the prisoner who was going to have the lifetime imprisonment as the punishment.
“Now don’t you dare to break the silence until we are here in your room” Majnu whispered Ranu’s ear. Ranu afraid, looked at Majnu’s eyes. The door had been unlocked. Masks fell wrapping tightly around her neck covering the mouth. Ranu struggled. Its was Pratap’s hands.
“It’s the way you do it man!” Pratap exclaimed.The door was open.
Abruptly she was pushed with great hit she was lying straight on her back over the bed. There was nothing in the room except the bed and a plastic jug with half water. The edge of her yellow salwar had flown below her shoulder when she was pushed suddenly.
Pratap started unzipping his pants and Majnu had already stripped his pants off.
“Boys, this is not a right time to party, Malik has summoned all of us to attend the meeting in hall.” Harinath standing on the door interrupted.
Majnu was all thumbs and with the look of dismay, pulled on his pants.
“Pratap give me the key, I Need it to load the drug supplies in the store” Pratap unwillingly handed the key. He had no choice other than to hand over it.
“Malik has ordered not touch these girls unless he orders. They are all his properties. I will report straight to him if u guys are caught again with this behavior.”Harinath warned.
Pratap and Majnu grew pale and dark and soon left the room.Furious for being caught with their hands in the cookie jar when they were so much near to have the fun.
Harinath entered the room; he unmasked Ranus’ mouth and the rope that was tied around her hands. Tears were rolling down from her eyes. Their eyes met. The whole room was silent and still.
“How the hell this bastard always gets in whenever we are about to do something blast?” Majnu growled.
“Seriously man, I wondered too how come this yesterdays’ lad became so trusty man of our malik. Look at us we were all same, born here lived here, but this man is controlling us with an iron fist !” Pratap exclaimed.
Ranu curled her ands and legs with the thin shawl she was wearing. Harinath had left the room and there she was in the room alone as it was supposed to be when a girl enter Sarada Mahal.
Harinath one of the trusted person of zamindar Chunilal. He was able to gain upper hand among his collequs in Sarada Mahal marking an impression in his malik’s mind.