I am not Mahatma by Harshavardhan C (win 10 ebook reader .TXT) đ
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Though it was only an air fire, but the girl shivered as sensitive as a rabbit, with fear phobia.
And the militants did not spare her.
âYou dirty girl obey his orders, otherwise the bullets will fuck you mercilesslyâ One of the comrades warned her.
âWhy the bullets alone man, and why not all of you do that?â So said the old man lifted and bite her lips forcibly.
The poor girl was shocked and she fell into his hands half dead, as she couldnât get respire. Blood spill over from her lips. It was not only a painful bite but a deep kiss, a sexual assault of course.
The Professor just left her, and the poor girl fell on the ground, like a hunted prey.
One of the lady comradesâ sprinkled water on her face. The girl slowly regained conscious.
âNo, not necessary comrade, she is just pretending thatâs allâ Said the Professor.
The pretty girl was shocked not only for the injury, but also unable to bear the sudden and indecent behaviour of the grand old man.
âMr. Professor I feel sorry to stand as a witness to your unholy and indecent actsâ Dr. Glady D âSouza, who was a commander of an armed squad felt said over the incident and raised a serious objection.
âWhy do you bother for her dear? Please donât misunderstand. It is not an indecent act, but it is just a part of my investigation. Perhaps you donât understand that the girl is a characterless creature and less than a stray dog ready for go by whoever and wherever it is possibleâ
âI am sorry professor first of all will you please withdraw your derogative statement against a minor girl? And it is not fair on your part to stoop down to earthly pleasures. Donât try to wood wink innocent girls and misleading the comrades as all your ugly acts are part of your investigation. Donât you feel ashamed to outrage the modesty of a minor girl, who appears to be younger than even your granddaughter?â Mrs. Glady DâSouza said seriously.
âYou have mistaken Mrs. Glady DâSouza. Why are you unnecessarily showing sympathy towards a bitch?â
âPlease stop it professor. Donât belittle the poor girl. She is after all one of the newly joined comradesâ
âOh my Holy lady, donât be over sensitive. Donât you know that the girl is a bloody betrayer? Language doesnât matter for such traitors. We should only implement jungle law against them. Have you forgotten that you are âa commanderâ of an armed squad and your responsibility to save our commarades?â
âI am sorry Professor. It pains me a lot. And still you are using quite un-parliamentary language against the poor girl. You have even forgotten the honour of the woman. And at least you never think that woman comrades also are hereâ
âSorry comrade Dâsouza, the girl doesnât deserve any kind of respect. And please note that there is no royal treatment and red carpet welcome to women comrades and you also please donât expect it. And it is for your kind information both male and female comrades are equally dealt with, whenever they are found to be disloyal and undisciplined to the partyâ
âThen I am sorry to remind you professor that there is no much difference between our actions and custodial assaults on women by the copsâ She tried to cut him to size.
âWhatâs this Dr. Glady? What happened to you? Why are you so aggressive today? Does anything go wrong with you? Are you alright?â
âI am perfectly alright professorâ
âThen donât be chicken hearted dear. As a commander of the armed squad, you must be stubborn and thick skinned. Please have little patience, till I complete my investigationâ
He tried to justify his actions. But his metallic voice reminded her that he was her boss.
Henceforth, she stood as a silent spectator.
Mr. R. K. alias Professor had been interrogating both the boy and the girl quite ruthlessly.
You bloody shameful creature, how dare are you to deny my orders?â
âYou low class bitchâ The Professor lost his patience.
He immediately took A.K.47 gun from one of his comrades and opened fire in auto motion.
The girl raised hue and cry. The boy who had been on his toes suddenly turned back.
âIt is quite ridiculous. I have never shot either of you. I only opened fire into the air, but you guys are over smart and over posing as if you are shotâ The professor said sarcastically.
âLilly, please obey his command, or give me the weapon I will shoot myselfâ
âWonderful sentiment and a lovely earthly bondage, you bloody traitors, donât try to play dirty games with us. You want a weapon to kill yourself or planning to shoot us? Are we looking like jokers to you? Now I command both of you should come in the same line of the target, why to waste two bullets?â
âLilly he is mad after human blood, come on shoot me, shoot me Lilly,â so saying the boy stood in front of the barrel of her gun.
âYes his guess is a right and he knows pretty well that he couldnât escape from us, and you have no choice baby, come on shoot himâ The professor shouted her.
âObey his orders; donât irritate him furtherâ One of the comrades pushed the barrel of his gun forcibly into the centre of her breast.
âYou better gun down the boy, I say open fireâ So shouting another comrade injected the barrel of his gun into her pelvis.
The hooks of her upper garment burst out from the 'D' loops and her blouse was opened exposing her breast.
The girl tried to cover them with her left hand as she was carrying the gun with her right hand, but in vain as they were more than handful of size.
She couldnât hide her beauty from the hungry looks of the militancy.
âYou better kill him or otherwise you will be ganged raped by all the comradesâ indiscriminatelyâ Said the professor.
The girl had enough experience with his inhuman act and now she could visualize her fate in the hands of the militants. Besides she was suffering from severe pain in her pelvis, due to forceful thrusting assault on her with the barrel of the gun. She was unable to withhold the pain. She shed tears.
âHey beauty, it is only the barrel of the gun which is lucky enough to enjoy kiss of your beauty. But this time if you donât kill him, you will have to bear all of us and we are just waiting for the command of the Masterâ One of the comrades said, looking at her as a lioness ready to hunt its prey.
âAs there is no reaction from you means are you ready for ----?â Another comrade whispered into her ears.
She understood the brain storming desire of thrusting out sexual desire of the militants. She visualized the worst happening, and took a decision at once and put the semi automatic weapon in auto motion and aimed the boy.
Chapter: 3
Commander Dr. Glady Dâsouza couldnât forget the final decision taken by the helpless girl. The ghastly scene didnât go out of her vision.
Unable to withstand the mounting pressure of the militants, and severe pain sustained through physical assault by the professor and outraging of her modesty by the armed militants, comrade Lilly finally pressed the trigger of the sten- gun in auto motion, which gushed out 18 rounds in few seconds. And the last words on her lips being âForgive me my brotherâ
Later, she collapsed on the middle of the cross roads, not only for withstanding the scrutiny of the Professor to prove her credentials, but also for the ghastly fratricide, which she had committed.
Mr. James fell on the ground in a pool of blood and breathed his lost, whose final words on his lips being âOh God! Please save my sister âMuch painful to hear.
After the nightmare, the nature again witnessed calm after storm. And the girl could not open her eyes, even though all the bullets in the magazine were exhausted. Now nothing could be heard, either her respire or pulse.
Dr. Glady Dâsouza who was standing like a statue was shocked but spontaneously reacted as a professional doctor and gave the unfortunate girl the kiss of life, to save her, but in vain.
She also tried to bring her back to life by pressing and finally by beating on her chest, with her hands, but the girl was already dead, due to terrible shock and consequent failure of her heart.
The Professor was lucky. He asked one head, but he got two as bonus.
âMy dear comrades no regrets, leave the dead to the beasts and get back and finish your other tasks assignedâ The Professor said seriously.
âMr. Professor, I am upset with your comments. I am sorry to say that itâs quite unbecoming of a senior comrade like you. Please do remember to respect the deadâ
âOh, I am sorry doctor. I am also a human being and I too feel sorry for their death at this young age. But as a leader I have no option, except to eliminate our class enemies, which list also includes police informers from within us, do you understand?â
âThen why are all these hanky-panky actions? Donât shed crocodile tears. It is all over and why should you show sympathy now? In which way it gives relief to the dead? It just makes us understand your hypocrisy professorâ She didnât hesitate to spell out the facts.
âPlease donât mistake my silence, as I accept your accusations comrade Dâsouzaâ The professor became furious.
âSorry, after witnessing our heinous crimes, inhuman and barbarous acts of killing the pretty minor girl and ill fated boy, I couldnât withhold my aguish, and that it is blasting out from the bottom of my heart. Your behaviour is unacceptable Professor, and so also your acquisitions against the dead. You have done a great sin by killing minors. For your brutal acts, definitely you will have to stand the scrutiny of the final judgment. I am sure that you will not be left scot-free professorâ
But none of these feelings could come out openly from Dr. Glady DâSouza. Whatever her feelings might be, they dare not slip out from her tongue. She buried them in her heart itself, as she had been still working as a commander of the armed squad under his leadership and hence she pretended to be calm and cool.
âYour silence hurts me doctor. Are you still feeling for them? I donât know why are you so attached to them? After all they are only the sympathizers and not even members of your armed squad? In fact, they have been under close watch ever since they joined our organization. But they betrayed the party and hence their fate ended abruptlyâ He tried to disown the twins.
âI am sorry professor. Please do remember that we are humans first, and if it were your grand children, what shall be your reaction?â
She couldnât control her anguish, busted out and put him in quandary with the questions of embarrassed in nature.
The Professor was shocked, not because he was insulted by posing questions, but his judgement had been challenged for the first time by his lady comrade.
âI am sorry to remind you my dear gentle Lady, I have neither family nor children, and I donât have any feelings. I am thick skinned, committed to the party and its ideology only. And for your kind information, I have no sentiments and attachments in my lifeâ
âMr. Professor, I would like to advise you to identify and eliminate your personal agenda first, before you lead the party ahead as a leader. It is not only I, but also everybody in the organization knows that you have family, children and grand children. But you are only lying. And I donât think the original ideology of the internationally reputed communist party is for selfish ends and for individual gains.
But on the contrary the manifesto of your party
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