1:45 am, Kashichaur, the one and only bungalow of zamindar Chunilal Singh was ligjhtened in the whole village. Hundred of villagers were gathered in the garden as if a big ceremonial feast was happening.
All the villagers afraid and under anxiety were stariing at te centre where zamindar Chunilal was seated in the sofa backed up by his armed servants ; Jagya,Bal Singh ,Sher Pratap,Majnu, were all lined up with the bright light of contentment in their eyes
“Well done Ramlal !!, you did much better than what I thought.” Jamindar Chunilal broke. Ramlal was silent, with eyes down on the ground.
“Poor you, I am sorry Ramlal for your daughter Geetu. Had you been able to clear your dept in time, even I am not happy to see this happen to you. Come on, look at my boys.” Jamindar Chunilal continued.
“Well, all my villagers. I’d like to announce that Ramlal has successfully completed our deal and that he is free from the burden of the dept.” Jamindar Chunilal said.
All the villagers starring each other in despair, afraid and helpless. They shared word of whisper with each other. Jamindar Chunilal signaled Pandit Gokulnath for the papers he was holding. Jamindar Chunilal burnt the papers with the lighter he took from Jagya.
“All the villagers clap your hands!!” Bal Singh roared.
“Today once again it has been proved that our great landlord, our Malik is still the man of kindness. By the grace of whom, all of us have been able to live this life. If you are able to please with what you have got in any situation, you will be lucky that you have bestowed your best to him even in your worst.
“Malik ki!!” Pandit Gokulnath shouted. “Jay…” all the villagers said. The Sharda garden turned musical for a moment. Jamindar Chunilal raised hand over the mass to stop. “Ramlal, I’m so overwhelmed for what you gave to me. You kept your promise.” Chunilal checked his Rolex watch, freshly imported .Pandit Gokulnath gave a brief look at the watch his malik was wearing.
“Its already 2:09 morning , my men will leave you home”. Jamindar Chunilal added. He gave a quick glance to Bhagat, the driver of Chunilal. Bhagat accompanied the line with Sher Pratap.
” How many men are left there in the room?”Sher pratap whispered to Bhagat. “I dont Know. I guess 4 or 5. Thank god I’m not the last one this time.” replied Bhagat with cocky smile. “Bhagat.” ” Yes Malik.” “Leave Ramlal to his house.” “Yes malik.” Bhagat came forward. “malik ….” Ramlal knelt his feeton te ground. “Now what?” Jamindar Chunilal questioned with surprise. “My daughter— “ “Oh, Ramlal Geetu will do fine here.She is a brave girl. We will deliver her to you tomorrow “ Chunilal interrupted. “But malik”. Tears rolled down from the eyes. “All the villagers are informed that the meeting is over. Everyone is requested to leave.” Jamindar Chunilal ordered to the gathered mass. “It’s just a part of our deal, Ramlal, isn’t it?’Chunilala lowered is voice to Ramlal. All the villagers were heading to their home. The whole premise was soon tuned by the roaring of the jeep-engines. Ramlal , with his daughter in Sharda bungalow, left for his home.