Shake Ur Spine

Maa: Mom

Beta: Son

Haldi: Turmeric water

Shagun: (Omen) Marriage ritual

Bham Bhole: Lord Shiva

Bolo Bham Bham Bhole: Praying Lord Shiva

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Location: Jal Nagar

"Sir, We have thoroughly checked the CCTV footage of every station at which Delhi Superfast Express stopped last night, but miss Rashmi didn't get off at any of those stations." Sub Inspector, speaking to Raghav.

"No! Leave the stations. Apart from them, did the train stopped at any other point." Raghav inquired.

"Yes, sir! According to the railway law book, at 04:20 in the morning, the train stopped for five minutes on pole no.174 because it didn't receive any signal." SI informed.

"That Means, she would have woke up for washroom at that time, and someone would have kidnapped her on that point. Immediately, send a wireless message to the team. Even with 100 km/hr speed, they wouldn't have gone more than 300km far by now. Alert the station. Whoever did this is going to answer to my bad temper. Let's go!" Raghav commanded.

"But, there is a small problem, sir! The point at which the train stopped has a three-state border near to it. Haryana, Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh. We don't know which state they entered. We have to coordinate with the police in those three states, but it will take time on the weekend." SI informed.

"Oh, god! I don't know where she is! How she is! I'm worried!" Raghav got tensed, thinking about her.

Location: Berahampur Mahal.

"Leave Me, please! Leave my hand! No...! Please...!" Gulguli slapped Rashmi for not pulling together in getting Veer's name tattooed on her wrist.

"Gulguli's hand's slap once tasted, can't be forgotten for the entire life. You are a girl, so behave like one. Don't create trouble for yourself. I have shown arrogant people like you where they belong. So much arrogance, why, because you are a police officer's fiancee! Listen! No man powerful than my son, Veer nor royal anywhere! Look over there! Look at Maldawali, my daughter-in-law, your sister-in-law! See how joyfully she is dancing. When our Sarkar brought her here, kidnapping from Malda, she was just like you, arrogant, ranting on, but the next day, she was back in her senses. See how happy she is now! You too will be soon! Go! Get rid of your fashion dress by throwing it in fire and dress like a traditional Berahampur's woman!" Gulguli sitting around in between with her maids gave a loud wicked laugh as Rashmi tried, rubbing the tattoo off.

Lying flat on her sleeve, bleeding with the Veer named tattoo, over the bulging stairs, Maldawali saw Rashmi shedding tears and threw the dress she needed to wear near her. "Reddish-pink dress will help you hide your tears, pain, helplessness, and the feel, being a woman. Once, I have hidden mine in it. Today, wearing these clothes, you have to smile in front of the camera. Now, wipe away those tears, dress up, and get ready cause this isn't your Delhi to expect police entry, sirening, by dialing one, zero, zero. A woman's life here is like orange peel. Whenever a man wants, peels her skin and throws her away."

"Please help me! My mom and dad are alone at home. I am their only child. They don't have anyone else to take care of them. I promise you when Raghav gets here I will take you along with me from this hell. Please help me once! Please!" Rashmi pleaded Maldawali for her help.

"Everything here, whatever it may be, will be done only by men. Women can't even take a breath without their permission. Even if I want to help you, I can't do anything. Because there is no mobile phone here, so I can't make a call for help. There is no pen here, so I can't write a letter. There are guns here, lots of them, but I can't send a message on a bullet right! Think about it!" Maldawali replied, explaining her about their position as women in Berahampur.

Looking around with a little bit of hope, Rashmi saw the wrapper cover under the clothes kept for her on the table. Tearing a piece of it, she wrote Raghav's phone number on it along with her name in her blood from the fresh unhealed tattoo on her wrist.

"A woman can do anything if she wants to. Please favor me, getting this out of the Mahal. Whoever sees it, will call Raghav on this number. Then he will know his Rashmi is here. My Raghav is one of the rare stupendous officers who handled the most difficult missions in India. He will set this Lanka on fire. Please!" Rashmi handed it over to Maldawali and got assured by her that she will help her by any means.

"I don't want to get all covered in Haldi, Maa, Please, let it be!" Veer was laughing, enjoying his Haldi moment with his mom, Gulguli, surrounded by all the married women guests in his engagement function. "You must put on the Haldi! It's a Shagun, Beta!" She forced her hand, dipped in Haldi, towards her son, Veer's cheeks and chin, funnily, followed by all over his arms.

Maldawali, watching that Haldi scene, walked around holding that piece in her hand but without trying to get it out of the Mahal, she rough folded it and threw it in the waste near the sweeper and joined in their celebration.

That wrapper cover piece got swept from that dirty floor into the tractor that carries dirt and waste from the Mahal to the city outskirts. And that tractor left, right in front of Sarkar who was busy giving clothes in free for the people chanting out his name loudly on his son's marriage occasion. "Glory to the Sarkar! Hail Sarkar! Sarkar is our Sarkar! Sarkar lives!"

On the way to the outskirts, it flew onto a civilian who was riding a bike behind the tractor. And he immediately made a call on that number, realizing it got its writing in someone's fresh blood.

"Berahampur! Those bastards are going to pay for what they did! Don't worry, Rashmi, I'm coming for you!"Raghav received her location.

In the Metta pub, Veer and Sarkar were partying with all their men, drinking wine and dancing to the songs playing there. Meanwhile, Raghav formed his commando team of six and was on his way to Berahampur in his jeep.

"Manmeet! You better get high on drugs only to a certain level where you can hear and respond to me. You are my son, so, I'm not taking it seriously on you or else those who don't listen to my words won't be able to hear anything for the rest of their life. Your younger brother is getting married, going to become a husband to his wife. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?" Sarkar scolded Manmeet for getting stoned at Veer's bachelor party.

"For me, this is my wife, and no woman is more gorgeous than this! Neither she leaves me, nor do I." Manmeet replied, holding a drugged cigarette in his hand and taking a puff of it.

Meanwhile,

"No one dared to execute an attack on Berahampur before. But I will, for my Rashmi. By getting a call from an anonymous person, we are hoping that Rashmi is there. So, we need to take the utmost precautions. Even a single mistake from our side can put Rashmi's life in danger." Raghav talked to his team.

"Chief! Are you sure you don't want to take the local police support for the attack? It will be better if we involve them!" one of the commandos suggested.

"No! Apart from us six, any other person should not gain knowledge of this attack because they got Rashmi in their hold!" Raghav commanded.

At the Mahal,

Rashmi was sitting sadly on the couch, shedding tears, in a small hope for her Raghav, which was fading with time and the Mahal is loud with songs and dances.

At the pub,

"Aaa Veera, I'm enjoying this party very much, but it will be more fun if Rangeela would be here. When is he coming?" Sarkar asked Veer.

"Today only, Bappu! Eleven months of a year, he will be my slave and one month, Bham Bhole's. Bolo Bham Bham Bhole!"

To Be Continued...!