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Part two.

It must have been sixteen minutes or so since I had been hiding here; behind an enormous, tall, thick maple tree which was on the left side, not far away from the guarded main gate where two very tall and sturdy men stood erect and vigilant at either side of the gate, perhaps guards. The main gate was rather mammoth in size and potent looking. The arm length of the gate must have been thirty feet (that would be eleven metres) and the width must have been twenty (that would be 8.5) perhaps. But, that was not all. Not at all. Not even remotely close. The size of the house was massive and it was a five-layer multi-storeyed home. However, what baffled me the most were the different sorts of trees of all sizes that were covering the house in a protective shield like a mother hugging her child in a perilous situation. The sight made the whole house look greeny, airy and stunning. Whereas, the straight path leading to the main gate from the house was made of limestones that shone brightly under the moon's light. The house was in between the trees with a straight path leading to the main gate and on either side of the house was heather with different colourful flowers which were blossoming hither and thither.

The sight had me gobsmacked.

It was worth seeing the sight. It was such a marvellous house.  

A chilly air tore me from the astounding ogling that stood before me and made me realise the dangerousness of the event I was in right now. Sneaking out from the given room in which I was staying till now and up to the stairs and then the foyer wasn't hard as Fatima speculated. No- one was there. Perhaps, sleeping. It made me sigh in relief and that was how I reached here behind the tree from the back door. It was rather obtrusive but my heart was hammering in my chest the whole time though. Finally, I was about to succeed in escaping. 

Where was she? She should've been here. Shouldn't she? She had told me herself that she would be here, then where was she now? Has she been caught?

After waiting for quite a long time, I was almost in a panic-stricken state until I saw Fatima from behind the tree where I was sitting. Sprinting straight up to the guards in nothing but a full nightgown that was even opened from the front and was giving the full view of her neckline and fair chest; where no- maiden in her right mind could even think of doing such things. On the other hand, she did and however, looked perturbed and terrified. 

I ducked my head more behind the thick maple tree. And signed in relief. However, only faint voices were what I heard from where I sat, but peaking at Fatima and her exaggerated manner in which she was elaborating something horrible, and from the guards' exasperation, I frowned and gaped. Was she acting? Or something really bad had happened to her?

Oh! No, please Shiv Ji don't let anything happen to her. She was my only hope. Please Shiv— 

I stopped my beseeching as I saw the guards pacing away in spurt before having said something to Fatima hurriedly.

When they were no longer in sight, she turned herself fully in my direction and when our eyes clashed. Heat sprawled on my cheeks in an instant at the lack of her clothing. However, she swiftly signalled me to come to her with a mere gesture of her index finger. I complied without any hesitation by emerging from the hidden place; that was behind the large maple tree and approached her at quite a fast pace with a sleeping toddler in my arms.

When I almost reached where she was standing just a few seconds ago, I saw her typing something feverishly, perhaps a code or password on the I-pad which was attached to the right side of the large main gate on the narrowed wall. 

High-tech security. . .?

Meanwhile, I stood there silently gazing at her back as she typed, despite the thunderous beatings of my heart and the suspicion of getting seen by the guards. Heaving a breath from the mouth I stood erect and stiff still taking frantic glances over my shoulder for the guards from time to time to make sure they weren't coming any time soon. I stood still agitatedly, however as if they could come back any time from behind me when Fatima was still way busy with her frantic typing. 

I was terrified and despaired and somewhat— shocked at all the things that happened in these past days. From all the things which had been happening as of late. 

Snatching our parents wasn't enough for you ShivJi that now you were making us suffer like this? This was a crime and an atrocity that was happening. One ought to report these types of crimes rising in the cities. And I'd be that one. I'd report it when I am gone from here. My determination never wavered as I made up my mind.

If, only when you're gone! The voice in my head snarled, making me blink from the future threats that I'd be inflicting on that nefarious person who brought me here in the very first place.

Yet somewhere in my mind, I knew it was wrong and I shouldn't be blaming Shiv Ji for these atrocities committed by these nefarious people. It was not his fault. It was the very fault of those people who were committing such crimes. But, the wroth I had collected in my heart due to the loss of my parents had me chained in my woe and sadness to even consider what was true and what was not. 

My Maa would be angry if she had listened to that sentence of mine.

Only if she was here.

I clutched Shaurya tightly at that very thought. Leaning down over him, inhaling his baby fragrance, I sighed. I am not alone— he is with me. The very hold became tighter when the gust of cold-chilling air passed through us. 

Right now, I was more than thankful to Sabba for making us rather— forcing us into wearing warmer clothes when— on contrary, I had declined her.

"I have uploaded my handprint as well as password on the sensor. It would take three seconds to open up." With a start, I looked up at Fatima's unexpected voice.

Subsequently on cue the large— main Gate of unbreakable iron, unambiguously opened. And at that exact movement, my elation was obvious. A genuine smile split on my face as my eyes brimmed with hot tears.

"You have six seconds to go before the gate closes itself. You should leave. Now. Go— before the guards come back," Fatima urged looking over my shoulder to make sure that they were not coming.

She looked so happy. She also rejoiced by looking at my happy face. After all, she was only the one who made this impossible thing even possible.

'Oh Shiv Ji! Thank you so much.' 

For me, she was a goddess too.

How come anyone could be this happy just by helping someone like me? It was her kindness. My eyes welled up with new tears. People like her were needed in this atrocious world for the goodness of other needy people and the betterment of the world. 

May God bless her. I humbly and earnestly requested her well-being from Shiv Ji. I prayed for her.  And stepped forward to leave the very haunting place of my full volition and with the self-promise of not coming back. 

Although determined to put him behind bars, I was afraid to execute him. Dealing with the voices in my head, I promised to be back up with the cops for the crimes he had committed. For the suffering, he had made us go through. And for that, he would be inflicted by the crimes he had committed that were unconstitutional, illegal and unlawful. 

He ought to be punished for the crimes and atrocities he had committed in this very democratic county! He ought to be!

With certain hope and faith, I executed further. 

“Just first let us leave.” 

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