RED POST #8
I realized,the knife pressed against my windpipe
deeper as I struggled harder.
It already had left a shallow mark which sent a tingle of pain.
I could scream for help but I know for a fact that he wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat open before help comes.
I was in the dark alley, only 10 feet away, radha nagar main road was buzzing with activity. Bhai and his men had dragged from there. Still with the knife against my throat he spoke,
“Nan solradhu purinjudhu na thalaya matum aattu, puriyudhaa??? ” I nodded.
“ENAKU EN PANAM VENUM.15,000.NALAIKU SAAINTHARAM. PURIYUDHA??” I nodded. “TRAIN LA VILUNTHU SAVARA CASE LA POLICE ORU DHADAVAIKU MELA VISARIKA MATANGA.SUICIDE NU CLOSE PANIRUVANGA.PURIYUDHA??” I nodded.
I was walking back to hostel. I realized even among all this shit happening around me there is a tiny bit of hope. He had mentioned only 15,000 which meant the second packet in my bag the other day had been a mistake which he didn’t know.
If only I could sell it to the same guy I could settle the amount but will he buy it?
Will he come if I call? Will he tell BHAI about it? I guessed I would never know, I just have to risk it, not as if I had any other options left.
I called that number from which the buyer had called me the other day.
It was time to play rough it is the only way he would buy it.
“Hello” it was him alright. I recognized the voice.
“LHC PINNADI, 7 MANI.BHAI SONNARU.ORU PACKET.”
There was a pause. It felt like it lasted for an eternity. At last he replied. “seri”. I cut the call.
9:30 PM,
HOSTEL GATE.
“Note la entry podu”, the ghurkha said to me. He had me wait for nearly 2 and half hours before showing up but everything had gone smooth. I had 15,000.I had to keep it safe until I give it to BHAI.I felt at last all the problems had come to an end. There was indeed a light at the end of tunnel. I felt I could start living my life as a normal college student. No more drug dealers. No more adventures. The hostel gate opened and started walking towards it.
I stopped halfway from the door. It was only then i realized it.
I ran back to the entry note at the ghurkha table and looked at the entry before mine. I looked at the mobile number. I took out my mobile and I checked it with the number from which I got the first phone call telling me to meet BHAI, the call from which all of this started .
They were the same. But the other day White told me the senior guy who troubled her was from a different college. Everything fell into place.
Why should he tell me to meet BHAI?
Why had BHAI choose to help me that night?
Why he had asked me to keep those drugs, a person he hardly knew?
Why had he kept two parcels in the bag instead of one?
How the money went missing?
Was i the only one in hostel who had known about it?
Why had the buyer bought the drug without any question?
It all meant sense. It all had been part of a plan.
I had called from my mobile and personally sold a drug in person to him.
They can officially prove am a drug dealer. Bhai had succeeded. I had to do whatever he says.
He can now successfully supply to anyone inside college through me. I realized what he told me the other night.
"Deei nanum anga thanda padicha..." I should have been aware, he was a MITian too.
Just when I thought everything was going to end… I realized I was officially screwed….
-RED
It already had left a shallow mark which sent a tingle of pain.
I could scream for help but I know for a fact that he wouldn't hesitate to slit my throat open before help comes.
I was in the dark alley, only 10 feet away, radha nagar main road was buzzing with activity. Bhai and his men had dragged from there. Still with the knife against my throat he spoke,
“Nan solradhu purinjudhu na thalaya matum aattu, puriyudhaa??? ” I nodded.
“ENAKU EN PANAM VENUM.15,000.NALAIKU SAAINTHARAM. PURIYUDHA??” I nodded. “TRAIN LA VILUNTHU SAVARA CASE LA POLICE ORU DHADAVAIKU MELA VISARIKA MATANGA.SUICIDE NU CLOSE PANIRUVANGA.PURIYUDHA??” I nodded.
I was walking back to hostel. I realized even among all this shit happening around me there is a tiny bit of hope. He had mentioned only 15,000 which meant the second packet in my bag the other day had been a mistake which he didn’t know.
If only I could sell it to the same guy I could settle the amount but will he buy it?
Will he come if I call? Will he tell BHAI about it? I guessed I would never know, I just have to risk it, not as if I had any other options left.
I called that number from which the buyer had called me the other day.
It was time to play rough it is the only way he would buy it.
“Hello” it was him alright. I recognized the voice.
“LHC PINNADI, 7 MANI.BHAI SONNARU.ORU PACKET.”
There was a pause. It felt like it lasted for an eternity. At last he replied. “seri”. I cut the call.
9:30 PM,
HOSTEL GATE.
“Note la entry podu”, the ghurkha said to me. He had me wait for nearly 2 and half hours before showing up but everything had gone smooth. I had 15,000.I had to keep it safe until I give it to BHAI.I felt at last all the problems had come to an end. There was indeed a light at the end of tunnel. I felt I could start living my life as a normal college student. No more drug dealers. No more adventures. The hostel gate opened and started walking towards it.
I stopped halfway from the door. It was only then i realized it.
I ran back to the entry note at the ghurkha table and looked at the entry before mine. I looked at the mobile number. I took out my mobile and I checked it with the number from which I got the first phone call telling me to meet BHAI, the call from which all of this started .
They were the same. But the other day White told me the senior guy who troubled her was from a different college. Everything fell into place.
Why should he tell me to meet BHAI?
Why had BHAI choose to help me that night?
Why he had asked me to keep those drugs, a person he hardly knew?
Why had he kept two parcels in the bag instead of one?
How the money went missing?
Was i the only one in hostel who had known about it?
Why had the buyer bought the drug without any question?
It all meant sense. It all had been part of a plan.
I had called from my mobile and personally sold a drug in person to him.
They can officially prove am a drug dealer. Bhai had succeeded. I had to do whatever he says.
He can now successfully supply to anyone inside college through me. I realized what he told me the other night.
"Deei nanum anga thanda padicha..." I should have been aware, he was a MITian too.
Just when I thought everything was going to end… I realized I was officially screwed….
-RED
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