His Lost Heartbeat

Chapter 4

SATI KAR DENGE

The dreadful words of that villager is still echoing in his mind.

Sati Pratha

The cruel tradition of the society through which  once his  Bondita went through . Strangely the man who has came to him for help was one among the faces , standing in the crowd, ready to burn his little Bondita in the name of their so called tradition .Now he is asking help to save his daughter from the same tradition.

Anirudh could have laughed sarcastically at the fate but his mind was  surrounded by the trepidation. Without wasting a second,he sprinted towards his study, opened the drawer and take out his pistol after placing his pen safely.

Within a few minutes , several jeeps filled with armed men came out from the haveli , and ran on the  village road, and behind the Jeep of Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, who was taking the lead despite the presence if Trilochan Roy Chowdhury.

While chasing the Jeep of Anirudh, Trilochan is mentally praying Durga Maa to keep things under control. Not only things but Anirudh too. Unlike Trilochan ,He is the man  of the words  and not the weapon . But that doesn't mean that he doesn't know how to use them. Elder son of Roy Chowdhury is as proficient with sword as he is with pen . However he rarely used his former talent but whenever he has  used it , it forced Trilochan to thank the goddess Durga for introducing him to the pen and paper and saving the poor people from the wrath of ARC . Now looking at the silent eyes of his nephew, Trilochan knows that these fool people has called their misfortune from their own hand.

His chain of thought was broken by the jerk that he get from the sudden break applied by Batuk. He turns to give some nice scolding to his youngest nephew, but he can say anything Batuk pointed towards Anirudh whose Jeep has stopped at a place and instead of coming out from the jeep and creating uproar, he is looking somewhere in amusement.

He looks at Batuk and found him looking at him with questioning eyes , carrying the same question. Batuk started the jeep and headed towards the jeep of Anirudh which is at few distance from them .Upon reaching there he turns to look at the direction where His Dada is looking with that much interest.

Standing in front of blazing fire , holding the wood burning from the top acting like torch, carrying the equivalent fire in her eyes , there stands the Girl, Aadhya, looking in the eyes of crowd, burning them under her furious gaze and challenging them to take a step forward.

"Tumhe kya Lagta hai ,isse tum itne bade bhid ko rok longi. Iss bechari ki kismat hai ye tum kyu bekar me marna chahti ho " A loud voice comes from the crowd. " Itne logo ko ek Mashal se kaise rok paogi. Iske  saath tum bhi bekar me jaogi.

"Akele to nhi jaungi " Her furious voice echoes in the area " teen char ko saath le kar Jaungi. Aap me jo bhi  char log jo apne pratha ke liye apni Bali dena chahte hai , Wo pehle aage aaiyiye , Mujhe rokne ke liye "

Her eyes goes through each face , challenging them to step forward.

"Humare reet ke bich me aake sahi nhi kar rahi ho ladki. Tum videsh me rehne walo ke liye apne desh ki paramparaye nhi jante " said someone

"Aap Jante hai , Kaka?" Aadhya snapped turning toward him.

"Kitne Ved ,Puran , Upnishad , ya granth padhe hai aapne? Kaun se granth ya kaun se ved me iss pratha ka varnan hai , Bataiye zara mujhe bhi?"

"Kisi Granth ya ved  me likhne ki Jarurat nhi , Samast Sansar janta hai ki Mata Sati ne aapne Pati ke liye aatmdah Kiya tha .Iss pratha ka naam bhi unhi se pada hai. Said the priest.