High School Romance Revisited

Chapter 41 - The Face-Off

I knew what I was going to do was absolutely crazy. Things might either backfire or end for good. I had given it a thought but my anger had surpassed all possible logics. I was panting by the time I stopped the car in front of villa number six on S.N. Banerjee Road.

From outside, the yellow building gave out happy vibes but I knew very well the dwellers of this house were the most unhappy and sadist creatures. The father was a con man, the son a psycho and the mother a victim. They were living only in the name of family for society's sake. 

I got down from the car with a certain something to accompany my unannounced visit. Pressing the doorbell thrice I waited. It was the wee hours of morning naturally an over smart househelp who I knew slept with the master almost every night came out rubbing her eyes. "Yes?" she asked yawning while I didn't fail to notice her breast almost coming out of the half-worn blouse and the saree hanging on her shoulder.

"Tell him Depannita Ghosal has come to meet, I am waiting in the garden."

She was taken aback by that stern order I threw and she wasn't sleepy anymore. It did shock her a little but she quickly went inside to call her master. I took the back lane for going towards the garden. I remember once visiting this place with Koushik and our other friends, however, those were different times.

The garden was well maintained which I could recall from my memory however now it was in an utter mess. It seemed the inhabitants hardly cared about the green life growing in the backyard. It all seemed like a mundane affair to them. After all, they had their hands full with scheming and upturning people's lives. 

I waited in the garden tapping my foot on the grass. Irritated would be an understatement, I was simply controlling or rather giving fuel to my anger.

After a while, I heard a reluctant footstep crushing the grass beneath while approaching me.

"When I tried to meet you, you kept pushing me away and suddenly you appear at my doorstep throwing orders at my servant?"

The voice was coming from my back, I didn't yet see his face but I did notice the amusement underlining his words. It infuriated me even more. My jaws tightened in anger and loathing. Without much thought, I shouted, "Bastard!" turned and hit him right on the head with the hockey stick.

"Sh*** h***** k****, what did you think? That I was incapable of protecting myself? How dare you try to threaten me, you scoundrel!" I kept hurling curses as my hockey stick thrashed him right and left. He winced in pain, caught totally off guard from my sudden attack.

I didn't leave even when I saw the crimson lines all over his face. I kept hitting him on the back on the stomach and on the head. He begged me to leave him but I was not listening.

"Leave? Did you leave me? Did you leave Rai? No, you didn't! You tried to sell an eight-year-old girl who thought you were her friend. You ruined the life of a high school girl who only wanted a happy love story. You didn't leave us, why should I leave you!?" I yelled and hit him again. I kicked his stomach repeatedly while reminding him of the way he had grabbed me at the school tower.

"This is for Rai, this is for Mahen and this," I lifted my stick high above and hit his chest with full force, "this is for ruining my ten long years!"

My anger had formed into tears and now rolled down my cheeks. But I wasn't satisfied. I picked up the garden chair and was about to hit him with it.

"Deepa!" Koushik's voice halted my action. He rushed towards me and held my hands. "Stop it Deepa! Have you gone mad?" Debdyut shouted as Subir and Rohan helped a wounded Shekhar to sit up.