It was another day. An afternoon to be exact. Yet not necessarily pleasant for everyone. The world kept moving at its pace and none seemed to notice the two women and 2 children supposedly 12 yrs of age. One of the women wore a chocolate-colored abaya with a handbag in her hand. She looked confident and firm while the other was in a roughly draped beige saari. She had bruises all over her face and her eyes were blackened. She was pleading with the other women.
"Baaji, please! Rehne den, wo bahut bade log hain, hum unka muqabla nahi kar sakte "
"To tumhara kya khayaal hai haan? Tumhare aise chup rehne se unhe tumpar taras aa jayega? Aisa kuch nahi hoga Zareena. Albatta unke zulm sehte sehte tum ek din tum mar jaogi aur tumhare ye bachhe. Ye ek buzdil insan ban jayenge. Bilkul TUMHARE jaise.
Yahi chahti ho na tum? "
Zareena quieted. She had no answer for it. The other woman gave a reassuring pat on her back and smiled.
"Himmat karo Zareena, mai hun tumhare sath"
They entered the building and after a quick glance all over, they went towards a man in a khaki uniform. He did not seem like he had taken a bath today. Hairs were rough. The dirty red particles of paan stuck in his teeth were visible. The buttons of his shirt were trying very hard to not fall when his round tummy jerked as he continued scrolling Instagram memes.
"Excuse me"
He looked up.
"FIR likhwani hai"
He motioned another young man sitting close by to take us further.
"Jee mam! Kaisi FIR? "
"Tashaddud, Harassment, physical abuse"
"Achha , kisne kiya h?"
"Taimur Durani"
Suddenly everyone in the room stilled. The younger man stopped writing and looked at his senior officer as if asking what to do.
"Kya aapne suna nahi?"
The man with the rough attire probably senior inspector cleared his throat seeking attention.
"Aayiye madam , idhar baithiye" he motioned to the chair in front of him.
They sat down.
"Aapko andaza hai aap kiske khilaf parcha katwane aayin hn?" , He asked.
"Jee bilkul , mai yahan ke MLA Buraq Durani ke bete Taimur Durani ke khilaf FIR likhwane ayin hun" , she said firmly.
"Ye hai Zareena, unke ghr ki mulazma h , lekin afsos ajkal agr koi aurat izzat se halal kamana chahe bhi to ye Taimur Durani jaise zehni mareez ko gawara kahan hota hai, aap abhi uske khilaf report darj karen" , she added .
"Madam , hum samajh rahe hain lekin ye to ajkal hota rehta hai , agar hum use pakad bhi len to wo kuch hi ghanton me zamanat se bahir aa jayega , mera mashwara maniye aur ye FIR waghairah ke chakkar me na padiye"
"Aap kaisi baat kar rahe hain? Haalat dekh rahe hain aap iski , kya haal bana diya hai us beghairat insan ne iska . Aur jahan tak uske bahir nikalne ki baat hai to wo aapki zimmedari hai ke use bahir na ane den. Its your job. "
"Madam ye falsafe hame na sunaiye, aur aap jayiye yahan se. Hum aapki koi madad nahi kar sakte" ,he pointed towards the door.
"To aap nahi likhenge FIR?" , She asked him.
"Nahi"
"Mere to kuch samajh nahi aa rha. Aap hi batayiye mai kya karun?", She asked cluelessly.
"Madam mai bol to raha hun......."
"Inspector Manish Singh , meri baat to sun len.
Aap mujhe ye batayen ki mai aapke senior Bakhtiyar Alam jo ki mujhe apni choti behen samajhte hain unko aapki professionalism ki ittela dun ya phir apne walid sahab se apke liye FIR na likhne ke liye ek notice bhejwaun?"
Manish was shook. He didn't expect anything like this. Moments passed and then he asked,
"Aap hain kaun?"
"Advocate Shah Abdul Malik ki beti Zahra Malik Shah"
He nodded.He called the same young man and asked him to write the FIR. Things then went smoothly.
Zahra and Zareena were walking out of the police station when Zareena couldn't hold in more.
"Baaji ! Ab aap ayin thin to bade sahab se bhi mil letin na , akhir choti behen mante hain wo aapko" , Zareena was enthusiastic.
Zahra looked at Zareena and smiled.
"Muskura kyun rahin hain baaji?"
"Mai is liye muskura rahi kyunki tumhare bade sahab ko maine aaj tak dekha bhi nahi hai "
Zareena couldn't dilate her eyes more and then looked here and there as if conforming if anyone could hear them talk .
"Baaji phir aapne kaise?"
"Wo to bas maine baba se inka naam suna tha to bol diya"
They were doing small talks about different things when the police van stopped nearby and Taimur Durani stepped out of it. He was handcuffed. Good. He was visibly agitated.
"Tum log jante nahi ho mujhe, dad ko aa jane do phir dekh lunga mai tum sab ko", he was trying to intimidate the sergeant. Then he spotted her. Zahra. His fury increased. He came closer.
"Zahra Malik Shah! Ye tumne theek nahi kiya hai"
"Theek to tumne bhi nahi kiya tha Zareena ke sath"
"Tum iske liye ye sab kar rahi ho, arey ye to khud...."
"Apni gandi zubaan se ek lafz aur nahi nikalna Taimur Durani warna tum dekhoge ki mai kya karti hoon"
He smirked.
"Karoonga to mai , jail se chootne ke baad, Tumhare sath"
A punch was bombarded at Taimur's face and then another and then another unless Taimur was lying on the road and his nose bled but the attacker wasn't willing to stop.
"Ayaan", whispered from Zahra's lips.
But he didn't listen. He wasn't listening to anyone. The sergeants were trying to separate them but he didn't stop.
"Kya keh rahe the tum, kya karoge tum, bolo " and another punch.
"Ayaan rukiye, chodiye use", Zahra stepped in when she finally processed what was happening.
And then he stopped. He looked around. His expressions softened.
"Aap theek hain?"
Zahra nodded.
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The Grey Point of View
RomanceThe Grey Point of View revolves around some grey characters. It represents their mindset and the way they function. It is equipped with multiple genres like thriller, mystery, drama, and romance. The story starts with the introduction of Zahra Malik...
