ENDEARMENT (ON HOLD)

Brutish Radge

April welcomed the hot Summer much before that year.

Wearing the school uniform, the dark blue coloured salwar kameez she put the dupatta completing her look. Carefully holding the badge "CLASS-MONITOR" pinned it just below her left shoulder. Grinned.

Walking towards the side table pulled the top drawer, she beamed at the frame may be at the person in the frame. It was her biristira babu "Kash... aap yehan mere sath ho. Koi bath nahi aap tho humesha iss Bondita ke dil me hai na." Consoled herself.

09.00 am. The school was all decked in colourful wrappers, papers and balloons. All ready, helpers along with teachers running here and there making last minute changes, children all merry and excited for their performances as they adorned themselves into various epic characters while their parents beamed in joy at the event.

It was afterall the oak leaf school's annual day. It was indeed a grand event.

Her Devi massi has arrived as instructed by her and was waiting for her, Dev being a two year old suffering from jaundice made Rajeev and Sumathi ride to Kolkatta for better medication and leave their daughter under her care.

The programme had started with all the pomp and cheerful howls of the students. Devi's eyes searched for her waiting for a while her eyes landed on him, her Angrez dada. By now, she was familiar with Bondita bringing him home, playing and feeding him the home-cooked food.

Devi's forehead creased as she saw him in all panick running away from the crowd, she clumped behind him leading to the student's chemistry lab at the far end in the school campus.

Devi saw him banging the glass door clumsily as she neared was shocked, she too began to clank the door harshly.

"Leave her, just leave her." The British soldier bellowed trying to break the glass door.

Inside was brutality, inhumane. Just like a demon left with his favourite prey, unfortunately it was Bondita. His Elfin.

He was brute in disguise of human.

His shirt colars raised, top buttons undone. He was threatening, terrifying, stroppy to core.
Aged in thirties though his appearance unlike, his facial features all sharp, eyes big in bellicose, constant smirk lingered on his lips, his brows dark and dense.

Her face wet with tears and sweat, hands covering her mouth controlling her sobs, trembling at his voice and squeals for her, was praying helplessly as she hid herself under the last desk of the room.

Silent whispers,
"Sakha babu, Sakha babu
Sakha babu,
Sakha babu,
Sakha babu,
Sakha babu."

Whistling,
"Interesting.... Very Interesting.
Baby... Baby."

Hands shoved in his pocket, his voice echoed on the walls, making her dreadful.
"Honey... just come out before I find you.
Orelse I promise it would not end good.
Honey, My sweet little darling." The  sugary words were frightening her, it was horrendous.

"Caught you!" The brute bawled at her playfully.

He was belligerent as callous as possible, his strong muscular body his perfect rigid abs all shown off clearly out of his thin Lenin material, his hand sleeves folded.
He looked like her death, she assumed so. He seemed like a hungry beast.