A Forgotten Song

Chapter-2

Sanjukta and her friends were munching on the snacks keeping Prithvi standing to come running at their beck and call.

"Your majesty," Prithvi came to Sanjukta, scared, "If you may please allow can I go back to classroom. It's time for my Operating System lecture."

"OK, go now," Sanjukta said, "And stop!"

Prithvi gnashed his teeth.

"Here," Sanjukta said, extending her hand to give a packet of chips and cold drink to Prithvi, "Take this. You must be hungry."

"Sorry," Prithvi said, "But I eat from only my own money and anyways, I never eat junk food."

"You!" Sanjukta's eyes were red as an MCU monster, "This rude brat!"

Prithvi was running towards his classroom as he was already late when he collided with someone.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"So you should be," A bulky-looking boy bellowed, "For your pathetic existence."

"Go Samar!" Prithvi could hear the voices of student screaming around him, "Teach this sissy a lesson."

"You all want that, yeah?" Samar Singh was clearly enjoying all the attention he was getting now. It was Prithvi's great misfortune that Samar Singh was his senior at Computer Science and Engineering Department and he had taken an oath to make Prithvi's life hell as soon as the introduction of Juniors began.

In a flash, Samar Singh had snatched Prithvi's glasses.

"G...give me b...back my glasses," Prithvi pleaded, "I can't see without them."

"Is that so? Tchchch..."Samar Singh taunted, "Were you blind in your previous birth? Hey, Pundir, catch the glasses," saying this Samar threw Prithvi's glasses to a wiry-looking guy with a long face.

Prithvi was on his knees, trying to sense where his glasses were. As his hands touched Samar's feet, Samar kicked Prithvi with full force. Then kicks and punches started raining on Prithvi.

"What's going on here?" Everyone stopped at the high-pitched voice, "And Prithvi? What are you doing on the ground?" Sanjukta helped bloodied Prithvi to get up.

"Who do you think you are?" Sanjukta then faced the bullies.

"After seeing you, we've forgotten our names, dear," Samar Singh said smoothly.

"Don't cross your limits Mr.," Sanjukta hissed, "And if you do so or touch Prithvi, you won't even have the opportunity to regret."

Sanjukta said, "Come Prithvi. I'll drop you to your classroom."

"Perfect!" A boy who was shooting the live video of the happenings said.

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When classes were over, a guy striked a conversation with Prithvi, "Hi. I'm ChandraVardhan Gehlot. But everyone calls me Chand. I'm from Journalism department in the college."

"Hi," Prithvi said without looking at Chand.

Chand took out his cellphone and played the entire video of Samar and his gang bullying Prithvi.

"W...what d...do you want?" Prithvi said, increasing the pace of his steps.

"This is the proof," Chand said, keeping the cellphone back in his pocket and taking out a notepad and a pen, "All we need is your witness. You only need to tell the truth. People need to know how the son of the heavyweight politician Mr.Milind Singh is a bully and rags his juniors."

"I'll do no such thing," Prithvi said.

"Excuse Me?" Chand was perplexed, "You'd be never bullied again and your tormentor would be punished. Why wouldn't you want it? It's justice."

"Do you really think that there exists a thing like justice?" Prithvi hissed, then calmed himself by counting from 20 to one mentally backwards, "I don't want to be a witness. I don't want to stand against anyone and I'd suggest you too leave this mess and focus on your studies. Now if you please excuse me."

Prithvi walked faster leaving Chand behind.

"Do you know what people like you are called Prithvi?" Chand shouted from behind, "A coward. You are a **cking coward Prithvi. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Prithvi merely kept walking but his fists were clenched.

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Inside a dark building

A tall guy is doing pushups. His well-sculpted muscled arms are gleaming due to sweat. Between his shoulder blades, on his back was edged a tattoo in the shape of the sun.

"One thousand one!" Another eighteen-year old boy was counting.

"One thousand two!" The boy said again, "Surya. It's 8:30 pm. I think we should begin what we planned."

The guy doing pushups stood up and shook his head. Sweatbeads fell from his hair. Then taking a towel, he dabbed his face.

"The execution of the plan has already begun, Sanjam," Surya's lips curled in a smirk, "You know how I hate people who are not punctual. One-two and three," As he whispered, the entire city of Ajmer drowned in darkness due to electricity outage.

Then Surya wore a Black T-shirt and draped a black jacket over him. He wore a white mask and wore gloves.

"Sanjam! I've hacked the electrical connectivity of the city. You take care of the CCTV cameras, right?" Surya said as he descended down the dark stairwell with a helmet in his arms. His hands were gloved.

"I'll take care of everything here," Sanjam said, "You just focus on the task."

"Crap! I forgot something," Surya said.

"What?"

Surya took out a cellphone and dialled a phone number, "Hello am I speaking to Mr. ChandraVardhan Gehlot. Oh, hi Chand, I know everyone calls you that. You work as an intern for Ajmer Times, right? Guess what, I've a scoop for you. Come at the address I've messaged in fifteen minutes. What? The great reporter Chand is scared to venture out in the dark for a lead? See you later," Surya disconnected the call then took out the SIM from his cellphone and crushed it under his shoes.

"What was that?" Sanjam was puzzled.

Surya revved up the motorcycle and said, "These corrupt rich people love rubbing off their accomplishments and celebrations in the faces of common people they loot...let the common people enjoy their ruining too."

And in a flash, Surya and his bike disappeared.