My MisadventureA Story by catsI observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was
running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and
started counting in reverse under my breath. "Ten, nine, eight,
seven..." “six,
five, four..” I was still mentally counting when he came and sat at the bar stool
furthest away from where I was sitting. He was more handsome from close
quarters than in the printout I had in my purse. ‘What would you like to have?’
the bartender asked him. ‘I am waiting for someone, give me 10 minutes,’ he
said. I finished the reverse counting and then got up from my stool and walked
to the door resisting from looking back and walked out. I walked
to the café opposite the bar and sat at the window seat from where I would watch
the bar door and get a flimsy glimpse of the insides of the bar. I waited.
Around 10 minutes later, my mobile rang. It was my sister’s mobile. I watched it ring,
but did not pick it up. The ringing came to a stop. Then it started again.
After a count of 10, I picked up the phone and said in a weak fake voice,
‘Hello….’ ‘Where are
you?’ the voice at the other end asked. ‘At home,’ I continued in my fake
voice. ‘You were to come to 18 Park Avenue today,’ he said. ‘I know, I was
starting to come, but my parents suddenly came home,’ I replied. There was a
silence and then he said, ‘Ok, we shall meet tomorrow, or I will come home and
talk to your parents’. ‘No, no,
do not come, I will be there surely tomorrow’, I said and put down the phone. I
continued sitting there and in about half an hour, he walked out of the bar
door. I also go up and started walking behind him. I did not have any plan nor
was I sure what I wanted to do. It all
started a couple of months back. My younger sister of fifteen, Shraddha was
happily chatting on the internet. Something in her expression made me go and
stand behind her and see whom she was chatting with. A young handsome man of
maybe 25 years stared out of the Facebook page at me. I was shocked. The guy
looks older than me and what is my little sister doing chatting with such an
old guy... these thoughts haunted me the whole day while I was in the
college. I was all of 20 years old. In the
evening, I broached the subject. She happily told me that she made friends with
this guy. ‘He is such a handsome guy, looks like a film star. I am very lucky
that he wanted to be my friend. Most of my class are his friends’, an excited Shraddha
told me happily singing praises of Pratik, the guy. I sat listening to her with
fear and apprehension of the unknown. But I did not have the heart to give her
a lesson about the dangers of befriending strangers on the net. I would often
see Shraddha chatting very animatedly with Pratik at different times of the day
and soon she was on the mobile talking to him. But I kept my silence. I did not
realise that my silence would be so dangerous. I was in a world of my own…
college, friends, studies…. Or, maybe it was my immaturity. Today morning,
Shraddha came to me and said hesitantly, ‘May I speak to you?’ ‘Of course, any
time,’ I said perplexed. ‘Pratik is
asking me to run away with him,’ she gushed in. I was shocked and appalled. I composed myself and asked her to tell me
from the beginning as to how she met him and why he was asking her to elope
with him. ‘One day
after school, while I was waiting for the car, I saw Pratik chatting with
Swati, one of my classmates. He was so good-looking that I continued to stare
at him. He saw me and asked Swati to introduce us. I thought since he was a
friend of Swati, there was no harm in befriending him. So it started like
that.’ ‘We became
friends on the Facebook and would chat on the messenger and later we moved to
chatting and talking on the WhatsApp. About 15 days back, he told me that I was
a beautiful girl and asked me if I could send him some pictures. I sent him
some photos.’ she continued. ‘Then
about a few days back, he started sending me ugly, dirty pictures. I asked him
to stop. He laughed and teased me saying that I was too immature for my age and
this was what life was all about. Then he sent me a picture of a scantily
dressed girl and I was shocked to see that the girl in the picture was of me.
But Sneha, I promise, I never wore such a dress,’ said Shraddha her eyes filled
with tears. Her tearful
entreaties continued. ‘I stopped talking to him. But he would call me and plead
with me saying that he was sorry. Yesterday he told me that he could not live
without me and I should run away with him. When I told him that I was too young
and I would not do so, he told me that he would be waiting for me today at 18
Park Avenue or he would come home and show our parents the scantily dressed
photo. He says he has more photos like those’, a visibly distressed Shraddha
said. ‘If I do
not go, he will come home and parents will be very angry with me. What shall I
do, Sneha?’ a petrified teary Shraddha asked me. I consoled
my sister. ‘I will go and meet Pratik. We shall decide what to do after that. You
promise me to stay put till I return and do not leave the house for any
reason’, I said taking a promise from her. I felt that I was her saviour, her
hero, her guardian angel. I carried her mobile and a FB Photo printout of
Pratik with me and left to meet him with only the knowledge that I gained from
seeing a few heroines in thriller movies and in television serials doing such
heroic acts under such circumstances. And so here
I was, walking behind Pratik. I had no idea what to do or what I would tell him
if he confronted me. I just continued walking behind him. A couple of times, he
stopped and looked back. Sneha, he does not recognize you, so stop worrying,
I reassured myself. Suddenly
he stopped and I saw him talking to two burly guys and all three of them went
inside a building. I stood there wondering whether to go inside looking for
Pratik. I was nonplussed. I will just go up to him, hold his collar and tell
him to keep away from my sister… no, no, those two guys are like Pahelwan, they
will pick me up like a garbage and bin me. Such conflicting thoughts were
going in my mind. Just then all
three of them along with another couple of handsome guys and a couple of young
girls of Shraddha’s age came out. The girls looked fearful and hesitant. The two burly guys stayed back and the rest
got into a car and left. I stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. All my
heroism vanished seeing the girls. I just
started walking fast and then running, oblivious to the fact that people were
watching me bewildered. I called an auto and went to my father’s office. My
father was a very senior employee in a MNC and had a chamber of his own. ‘May I
go to see my father?’ I asked the receptionist who knew me. ‘Sneha, what is
wrong? Why are you crying? Do you want some water?’ the receptionist asked me sympathetically. It
was then that I realised that I was crying. ‘No, please tell my father that I
want to meet him urgently,’ I said. My father
came out to the lobby and ushered me in to his chamber. He was looking so
worried since we had never been to his office on weekdays and that too without
my father’s knowledge. ‘What is
the matter, beta?’ my father asked lovingly with all concern. I gushed out the whole story sobbingly. My
father called my mother, who worked at another MNC in the vicinity. I was
sitting dazed in the sofa and my father narrated the whole incident to my
mother. It was only then that the seriousness of the situation and the risk I
had taken by going alone to see Pratik sunk in and I started to shiver. My
mother hugged me and consoled me like a small baby, while my father was on the
phone talking to someone higher up in the police ranks. We all
went home. A very nervous Shraddha was waiting at home as promised crying her
heart out. My mother hugged her and we sat huddled together waiting for the
police. Some senior police officers from the cybercrime department arrived.
They spoke to Shraddha and took away her computer and mobile. They also took
the mobile numbers of Shraddha’s friends. They wanted to talk to her classmates
and also intimate their parents and the school authorities. They also told us
about cybercrime and the dangers lurking around: cyberbullying, cyberstalking,
stalking, and about child abuse. After
about six months… I had
nearly forgotten about the incident and Shraddha was also back to her cheerful
self. One evening, a police officer from the Cybercrime department came home. ‘We
have got the guys’, he said. ‘It was a big network. Handsome guys would
befriend one girl from a school, and through her slowly build the friendship
with her classmates. Then they would spread their net and lure these innocent
girls to elope or blackmail them to meet them up. Once these girls where in
their loop, then they would use them for making child pornography,’ he detailed. Once the
police officer left, Shraddha and I hugged each other and thanked god for our
good fortune. ‘You will always come to your mother or to me with any problem,
however big or small,’ my father said comfortingly. We promised…… © 2021 catsReviews
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1 Review Added on January 8, 2021 Last Updated on January 8, 2021 AuthorcatsKolkata, IndiaAboutI just started writing when the Write India Contest was on. I thought I would share those stories and learn the art of writing... more..Writing
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