TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
(Rape topic and some disturbing words ahead)
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"Akele mat ja. Bahut Raat hai"..... "Aree kuch nahi hoga. Waise bhi night duty hai"
These Were the last words that were heard by Shubman. Neither of them were aware that this conversation might be the last one..
As shubman sat on their once shared bed looking at the memories that were once captured inside the camera to view them in the future, maybe when they were old enough to grow grey hair and wrinkles on their faces, complaining about the knee and back pain.
A faint smile appeared on shubman's lips as he saw the first ever picture he took of Ishan in white coat and stethoscope, having a bright smile showing all his teeth to the camera. A glim in his eyes shining with the determination of saving lifes.
Shubman couldn't help but glance at the room which was empty, filled with the memories they created together. Promises of getting old together and narrating their childhood stories to their kids. The once house that was always filled with Chaos and laughter has not fallen asleep in the memories of the empty white coat stained with blood now hung on the cupboard neatly pressed. Photos which no longer brought smiles on shubman's lips.
9th August 2024....
The day when their life changed. It was midnight when ishan had to go to the hospital for his night shift.
For the first time shubman didn't feel right. His heart begging him to stop Ishan from going to his duty.
"Akele mat ja. Bahut Raat hai"..... "Aree kuch nahi hoga. Waise bhi night duty hai"
The whole night shubman felt his heart beating indicating that something might go wrong. Something felt wrong. Maybe he should have listened to his guts and not let him go that night.
Shubman felt his heart sinking after hearing the other end of the call..."he died of suscide"
Suscide?! No.. his Ishan couldn't suscide he wasn't like that. Ishan was not psychotic.
His heart was filled with horror Shivers going down his Spine as he saw a lifeless body lying there semi- nude, whipping visible around his waist, blood coming out of his eyes due to the shards of the glass with blood dripping down his mouth. Injuries on the face and nails, left leg, stomach, left ankle, neck. His legs were 90° apart which isn't possible unless the pelvic girdle breaks which means he was torn apart, bone in the right finger was nearly broken with bruises all over the lips.
This wasn't a fucking suscide it was a murder. He was abused sexually. The semen found in his body was around 150 gm while a male body has nearly 15 gm. It was a gang-rape.
Shubman could feel his surroundings blurring out and blackness started to overcome him. He wasn't allowed to have the excess to the body for 3 hours.
This was not how he wanted to end. Seeing him lying there lifeless with blood covering him in the red carpet.
Years passed down. There was a protest but at the end of the day money won once again as the case got lost between some folders somewhere locked in the steel lockers.
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The purpose of this FF was to cover the recent Kolkata doctor case. Only part which is true is about the assault, semen and no contact with the body for 3 hours. Other parts are frictional.
What's independence? When people of India aren't safe. What's the use of this freedom when women can't walk freely on the streets, work safely.
This is not about some girl, it's about the country, about the people and about the women. It was DOCTOR this time it can be you or me next time.
Maybe if the government stopped with "har Ghar tiranga" and asked the citizens to put flags on this profile picture and actually look into the country.
We don't want India to be the best country in the entire world, we want it to be safe for the people!
