Saturday, July 31, 2021
This edition of The Passion Pad will only make sense if you have read the first part of Murders and Mumbai Local. Go, read it here and come back for a thrilling finish to the story.
To summarise the first part, we have seen the sequence of events which led to Sara going in a Mumbai local with four passengers, three of them sitting on the opposite seat, facing her and a scary looking man sitting besides her. How easy will her journey to the destination be now? Let’s find out!
The seats of the Mumbai local for a girl who travels in BMW are already not very comfortable, and now adding to it the discomfort caused by the scary guy. He smelled like a rotten loaf of bread, he was sweating like a pig and seems like he was running from the cops in order to escape the murder he committed a few hours ago. Not many know this, but a woman can tell lot about a man’s mood just by the the smell of sweat. This whole situation had taken a toll on Sara’s mind. Her mind was flooding with questions.
“Should I go and sit in some other compartment?”
But at least there was one woman in the compartment. What if she finds herself surrounded by men in some other compartment?
“Should I dial the woman helpline number?”
But what will she say? There’s nothing that has happened.
“Should I call Sushmita and keep the conversation going until the destination arrives to distract myself?”
YES.
This sounds like a sensible idea. The moment she slipped her hand in the front pocket of his handbag in order to take out her phone, she suddenly felt a force at her elbow pulling her hand in the opposite direction. She narrowed her eyes to check the cause behind that force, and to her surprise, it was the muscle heavy, dark brown hand of the scary man. That touch sent shivers down her spine. Sara was aghast, her throat went dry, she wanted to scream but didn’t had the energy to utter a single word. Not the words, but the soul was in her mouth. While she was gathering all her energy to escape and run, the man in her heavy voice said politely - “You are coming with me! The train will reach the next station in another 5 minutes, get off the train with me.” It was more of an order and less of a request.
SARA WAS SHOCKED.
The blood was rushing in her veins, her heartbeat was touching 165BPM, her body temperature was going down and she was beginning to freeze. She gathered all the courage in the world and uttered -
“What do you want? Take my phone, take my car keys, take my debit card, I’ll tell you the pin! But please leave me, LET ME GOOO PLEAASEEE!”
“Just do what I say or you’ll be in trouble”
The station would come any moment now. Sara tried asking for help from the three passengers sitting opposite to her. She thought at least the woman sitting between the two men would notice her and lend a helping hand, but her eyes were closed and she was resting on the shoulders of one of the man.
“OH GOD!! She’s sleeping.“
The train was speeding down, her destination was still far away, but her fate had arrived. Sara’s mind went blank and she jumped up from her seat, shouting and crying, hoping the lady would wake up and she along with the two men would come to her rescue. But all this effort went down the drain. The scary guy was quick with his response, he held Sara’s hand and started dragging her out of the train. Sara meanwhile kept begging for her life, she was hoping the three musketeers would help escape her. Her vision was blurry because of the tears in her eyes, she couldn’t see clearly but the last thing she remembers seeing was that one of the man did try to help her but it was too late now! The scary man had accomplished his mission of dragging Sara out of the train.
Even the station looked deserted at this odd hour. There was pin drop silence, only thing one could hear was Sara’s sobbing. She had lost all hope and all the energy to fight the big guy. Three things were clearly visible in the scene - The scary guy, Sara & a billboard bragging about how the crimes against women have gone down in the state under the leadership of the current government.
“Please don’t kill me. Do whatever you want but please don’t kill me!“
“I think the first thing you should do right now is to go and get your eyes checked!“
“What do you mean?“, exclaimed Sara
“Ma’am, are you really that dumb? Don’t you know what just happened?”
The word ma’am coming out of a guy who just forced her to get out on a deserted station relieved Sara.
“You just dragged me out of a fcukin train, there’s no one around, just a billboard adding cherry on top of this situation and you think I am dumb???“
“Ma’am do you remember the woman who was sitting right opposite to you?”
“Yes, of course I remember her, The one who was hibernating, probably", said Sara in a complaining voice
SHE WAS NOT SLEEPING. SHE WAS DEAD.
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“WHAT????? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???”
You heard what I said! That lady was dead, her face was pale blue, there was a deep cut on her neck which probably you couldn’t see because the dead body was resting on one of the MURDERE’s shoulder!
Sara was shocked and couldn’t believe what just happened. What if the man had not boarded the train along with her. Would those two guys have killed her too?
“Ma’am I am sorry if I scared you. My intention was just to save me and yourself because I thought they might kill us too if we had continued the journey. The moment I saw you taking out your cell phone, the man sitting opposite to you also took out a knife from his pocket and hid it under his kurta. That was the reason I didn’t let you make a call. He even pounced on us when I was pulling you out of the train, but luckily the knife slipped through his hand.”
Sara was still in a state of shock. She couldn’t digest what just happened. The tables had completely turned. The man she thought was kidnapping her turned out to be a kind man. His face suddenly looked like that of a friend to Sara. Her voice was not heavy anymore. The rings in his hand were basically crystals which people wear to control anger. We always form an image of a person based on appearances, but that image is not always true. You cannot tell anything about a person until you talk to them.
“I am sorry. I just can’t believe that the woman was dead. I am sorry I doub….““
“It’s absolutely fine, where are you heading to? My bakery is nearby, I’ll pick my car & give you a ride.”
Meanwhile Sara’s phone rang and it was Sushmita on the line.
“Thank you so much. I hope I am not troubling you. I’ll just take this call and come!“, said Sara in a squeaky voice.
“SARRAAAA, ARE YOU EVEN COMING? DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT?”
“Yes baba, remember you asked me to bring a sweet? I just stopped on the way to bring with me a sweet (guy)”
“What?”
“Nothing I’ll explain everything when I reach there. Give me 15 minutes.”, Sara hung up the call.
A number of people tried to guess the suspense, but no one could guess it. I hope the story took you by surprise. I know the ending had more scope but it was completed in a haste because the story had to be delivered in two blogs. Making a continuous effort to express more in less words. This is my first shot at a fictional story, let me know if you have any suggestions or find something that can be improved.
See you next Saturday, until then have a great weekend :)
Cheers!
Some things that you may find interesting-
Article: Women Can Smell a Man’s Intentions
Song I am listening to: Lily by Alan Walker
Thought of the week: “Awareness of privilege is also a privilege. Not everyone has it.”
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