Helplessness

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Well we didn't met after that day. I had consoled him and assured him that he can share anything to me. Then we use to talk on call every night. He's mysterious...but I love him... And I can't help it. But I didn't heard his voice till two days. I'm scared although he had assured me once that he'll be busy. I can't trust him in this matter.

So I entered in Pandey Nivas. It was evening time... And to my surprise I didn't found anyone... I don't know what will I say when they'll ask the reason of my arrival. My project is also submitted. "Ma'am... No one is at home" Sevak came to greet me. "Where are they?" I asked. "They've gone to temple." he said. I wanted to ask about Bihaan but he left when a sound of felling something interrupted. He left to kitchen.

I stepped to Bihaan's room as I wanted to see him once. Unlike other rooms, the door was closed. I felt something... Unusual. I entered in without thinking much. The room was dark... So dark that I couldn't even see. I switched on the flashlight of my phone. The room was messy I saw in the dim light of my phone.

Then I saw something... Something tied at the backside of bed. I flashed the light to be clear. It was someone's hand tied on the bed. I was taken aback when I saw the same band I had gifted him.

I rushed to him as fast as I could. "Bihaan" my heart pinched when I found him. He was sitting like a lifeless... With his eyes closed and head tilted lifelessly. I flashed on his face... Full of wounds... He didn't even reacted at the light. I fell on my knees in front of him.... Helplessly. "Bi...Bi... Bihaan" I managed to touch his face. His one wrist tied with the handcuffs and other scattered unevenly away of his thighs. The flashlight was laying on the floor, slipping out of my grip, reflecting it's dim light in the whole room. "Bihaan" I rolled my hands on his chest. His vest now showing me many wounds he had freshly been gifted. The various red marks on his shoulder and some on his arms were indicating something.

His tired and swelled eyes were closed. My gaze fell on something under his bed... Ropes, syringes and some other things not so understandable to me. "Bihaan" I shook his cheeks but his head tilted on the other side. No response. "Bihaan" my both the hands were around his cheeks shaking him to wake up.  "Wa...wa..water...." he finally murmured softly. "Yes...yes... Bihaan... Wait..." I stood up to search some water in the room. I found some on the table... It was just two sips... Of course very little for the man in this state.

"Bihaan..." I shook his cheeks again. He didn't opened his eyes but his dry lips were continuously craving for water. I made him gulp some water holding the glass. It was over but he was still craving. "Bihaan I'll bring it from kitchen wait..." I assured shaking his cheeks to keep him in conscious.

Suddenly I heard some footsteps getting louder. Someone was coming in the room. I rushed to hide behind the curtain, hurriedly after placing back the glass on table switching off the flashlight.

"So how are you" said the heavy voice entering into the room. They were two men standing in front of semi-conscious Bihaan. "Water..." he was still craving. "Oh you need water!! Wait" said the voice smirking. He started coming close to me. My eyes widened at his each step. I held my breath. The scenario was filling me with chills. I still couldn't see his face from behind the red, thin curtain. I prayed that he couldn't see me. He got close more. I was scared... Just standing still letting my breath to be silent. And my fists continuously pinching my dress in fear. "There's no water" said the man" turning away from me. I was thankful. "But I can order it for you... At least I can do this much for you!!" said the man smiling and again getting close to Bihaan. The other man brought water from downstairs at the order of first man.

"Take this" said he giving the glass of water to Bihaan. Thankfully at least he will get some water. Although he didn't still opened his eyes. I controlled my tears placing my hands on my mouth to keep shut. The irked man splashed the water on Bihaan's face. He coughed. "See yourself.... What you were... And what are you now!!" groaned the man throwing the glass away. The glass was broken with a loud noise but my Bihaan was broken, silently.

Bihaan laughed but didn't uttered anything. "What so funny?" the man groaned. "You like to pull me back no!!" Bihaan huffed. "Yes I love... Cause you never deserved that.... Understand!!" yelled the man pinching his nails squeezing Bihaan's cheeks. Bihaan puffed smirking at him. I was unable to understand what were they talking about. "You are a murderer... Don't forget that" man said throwing Bihaan's head away from his grip. His head tilted on the other direction.

"He will die as he didn't had eaten anything from two days.... Not even had drunken the water" said the other man standing behind the first one. "Ahh.. Don't worry... He...he... Will never let me die...I know" Bihaan uttered smiling at the man. The man slapped him hard. "Shut up...." he groaned. "You don't even know I will give you a life.... Worst than death." he added again squeezing his cheeks.

The other man filled the syringe with some liquid. The goosebumps were getting high in me. I wanted to stop them... But I was helpless. Bihaan's eyes widened in fear. Both the man laughed at him. "See what I made you" said the man laughing at him. "No..no..please keep that away" Bihaan pleaded. I wiped my tears to see my Bihaan. But ignoring his tears... One of the man held his arm, tightly. While Bihaan was snatching his handcuffed wrist, badly.... Trying hard to save himself... But it wasn't worthy at all. I was also standing helplessly seeing the blurry red vision. I can't help my Bihaan. "No... I don't want it... Please" He cried when they injected him the liquid. The man laughed "See yourself now" one of the man groaned grabbing Bihaan's hair. He hissed something near his ears, unheard to me. "You loosed.... You are a looser" laughed the man, violently. Bihaan was tired.... He huffed and slowly closed his eyes.

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