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The train stopped at Nandpur and she alighted. She was the new collector and had privilege to all the conveniences. But she chose to come to Nashik by plane and then the small journey from Nashik to the remote Nandpur by train. There was a big reason behind that. She wanted to be at the Nandpur train station, for some time. It was this place she had started her journey to a new life twenty years earlier. She was proud of her growth from the old Rekha to this new powerful collector Rupa. It was this place! she acclaimed. Its this place! She could still remember the night.
She, the young and beautiful Rekha, was waiting at the Nandpur station. She was caring a trunk filled with all that she needed. The train was about to come. It was 1:30 am. A few of the station lights were lit. She couldn’t see even a single person in the vicinity. A man with black dress was seen far. ‘Must be the station master’, she thought.
Shekhar was coming towards her. He had gone to buy two tickets for Mumbai. They had dreamt about this time from such a long time and now it had arrived. She rushed towards a corner. Shekhar followed her. He was smiling. The happiness was evident on his face. She had never seen him happier than tonight.
“Hey, see, I have the two tickets to Mumbai. These tickets will set the base for our new life” he said with hands stretched wide in air, happy. She smiled.
But she had something else in her mind, “Not we Shekhar. Only me. You are not coming with me dear”
“Yes. Unfortunately after a lot of thinking, I have come to conclusion that you won’t be of much help to me, in fact you’ll be a boulder in my progress…So I have decided that you will stay here. Forget the Mumbai dream. Do your stuff, gulami at the savkaar, and you will survive”
“What ?” he was still trying to make sense to what she was saying.
“You don’t get it? I said give me the tickets and get out of here” she raised her voice.
“Ohh..so you betrayed me. All those dreams and love you showed was for this day. The dreams you showed me was the cloud of deceit. But how can you think that I would just leave you to do whatever you think ?” his voice was trembling with anger, but she was unfazed.
“So you, you, a small tiny worm who does what the savkaar orders is threatening me ?” she laughed, the cruelty evident.
“You can’t” she added aggressively. “You can’t. You know why ?….b’coz of this” she pointed at the trunk in her hand.
“See this ? The money you have stolen from the savkaar. Somebody must have seen you. Or if nobody has, still they won’t take much time to identify coz only one from the helpers have access to the safe room. It will not take much time, Shekhar. I would advise you to leave this place as soon as possible.They are coming after you” she laughed, a vicious laugh.
He was hurt, terribly wounded. His fist tightened, anger overpowered and he came rushing towards her, charged. There wasn’t even a slight fear in her eyes. She was as calm as she was at the time when she made the plan. As he was near her to hit her, she pulled the log she had hid and banged it on his head. He passed out the next minute.
“You dare to hit me Shekhar ? Okay…..I promise you, I’ll come back here…to see your degrading life. If you are doing well, I’ll see how to show you the hell. And if you are not in this village. I’ll find you.” Her voice was raised, talking to the deaf body. She snatched the ticket and left.
‘That was the beginning. Now I have transformed. I have the sources you won’t imagine’ She felt better as she stood and reminisced that night.
The village officials and savkaar were standing out to welcome her. She smiled and exchanged greetings. She sifted her eyes through the crowd to see if she could see the face. It wasn’t in the crowd.
‘No problem Shekhar. I’ll find you’ she thought.
The next morning as she drank the tea, she called the old servant. “Do you know anyone with the name Shekar ? He used to work for the savkaar. His servant”
“Yes…you bitch” he said with angry but low voice. “It’s me. Look at me. You came to find me ? Here I am. Killing you.” she stood, caught off-hand.
“Killing. Did you hear me ? In some time you will be dead. The tea that you just drank now had poison” He laughed. She sank in her chair. She tried to throw up.
“It’s done. The circle has completed. You will soon be in hell” he said and left.
- The End -
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