THE SHATTERED LIVES: PART III

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"Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho? " He questioned me.

"Main jo bhi karu usse tumhe kya? Apna kaam karo na" I said and went to continue my work, but he again held my hand and pulled me.

"Kya pareshaani hai tumhe? Kyu baar baar kheech rahe ho mujhe? " I yelled at him, but he didn't reply and worriedly looked behind the bushes, as if he knew what's there.

Noticing his expression, my curiosity increased and I again went towards the bushes, ignoring his rants and warning. The next moment I realised that it was a bad idea!

Very Bad!

In a second, I was picked up from the ground and my mouth was in a perfect shape of O. He threw me up on his shoulder and started taking me somewhere, while I yelled at him and started punching his back with all my force. When he didn't stopped or picked me down, I started fluttering my legs, which actually worked to stop him.

"Arey angrezi gaadi kya kar rahi ho" He shouted at me.

"Pehle tum mujhe batao ki tum kya kar rahe ho? Aise kaise ek ladki ko utha sakte ho? Molestation ka case krungi main tumpe.... " I started my rants and also stopped my fluttering, which was a good sign for him, as he again started walking.

"..... Barrister hu main, tum dekhna kam se kam 10 saal jail main rahoge, bail bhi nahi milegi..... Ahhh" My blabbering came to an halt, when he made me stand on my foot.

"Tum! Tumhari himaat kaise huyi mujhe chhune ki" I glared at him, but he turned and started looking here and there, as if searching something, and ignored me. HE LEGIT IGNORED ME!!!

"Tumse baat kar rahi hu m-! " I turned him towards me.

"Chup! Bilkul chup! " He yelled in frustration, while I flinched with his sudden outburst. The next moment he looked guilty.

"I-I am sorry. Mujhe aise chillana nahi chahiye tha" He apologized. I pressed my lips together and without saying a word, started going from there.

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Bondita's POV:-

"Angrezo ne apni agli chaal soch li hai aur ab vo din dur nahi jab Hindu aur Muslim ek dusre ke khoon ke pyaase ban jaayenge" Arvind kaka exclaimed worriedly. "Vo log jaante hain ki bharat ke logo ke liye unke dharm se badhkar kuchh nahi hai, isliye vo usi kadi ko apna hathiyaar banayenge"

There is no jhopri, but a well constructed chamber. The place is clean and large. There are some rooms too. One for keeping arms, a kitchen and a store room. Yeah! There is a kitchen too, because many of the members were homeless and without family, that's why they live here only.

I was attending the meeting of our revolutionary group, at the new destination. Many of our partners had been martyred, when I was in Dalhousie, while many new people also joined us. It was so proud to see that how rapidly patriotism is spreading among common people.

"Arvind Dada! Arvind Dada! " We heard a yell from door and saw a person standing there with a worrisome face and panting.

"Kya huya?" Arvind kaka questioned him.

"Ye dekhiye" He forwarded a newspaper to Kaka, whose forehead crinkled in confusion.

"Kya baat hai kaka? " I asked noticing his expressions.

"Ye dekho" He passed me the paper.

"Muhammad Ali Jinnah, with other muslim leaders, to go on a round table conference to London"

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