THE JACOBINS CLUB

After the whole nuisance, I became popular; I became the guy with guts to stand up against the Rohas. The attack proved one thing, that I wasn't safe for my family anymore; they asked me to leave the house, so the next morning I left. I had a backpack and a hand bag; I had no idea where to go and what to do. I kept walking on this road towards a random direction until I met, and that changed my life. This guy came running towards me and tapped my shoulders from the back, I turned to see him, he was a kid, nineteen probably and he was panting, trying to catch breath he said, "I want to talk to you! Aren't you… the guy…"

"Get a hold of your breath first." I kept walking. Few seconds ahead he made up to my pace and started walking with me and said, "Aren't you the guy who published an article against the Rohas? The one about the two kids?"

I stopped, "Yeah, I did, so what?"

"Excellent! I want your help!"

"I have left Mitraye newspaper, I can't help you, sorry."

"No, I want you to come with me."

"What will I get if I go with you?" I kept walking.

"A place to live, some food to eat and people to lead!" he said.

I stopped walking and turned to him, "Well, you had my curiosity, now you have my attention! What is it?"

"Good, actually a bunch of people exist that think of the Ghatbor dignity, just like you. I am one of them, we are often silenced with death threats or actual killings, and a lot of people want to see the Rohas drown but are coward to make any move. But you, Oh my god! You have no idea what amount of risk you took when you published that article, luckily you survived but they won't stop, they will hunt you down."

"Come to the point kid!" I said.

"We have an underground Ghatbor Restoration unit, that works in the darkness and want to see innocent people live freely. For all these years we wanted one thing, and that is a leader, like you!"

"So you want me to become the leader of your Jacobin club?"

"Yes."

I followed him, we walked to the Shahbagh market, past it was a resident area, namely Shahbagh nagar. We kept walking, until we reached a normal looking house with big black metal door. He knocked, someone opened it, and we entered it in completely normal looking scenario, no one would ever suspect it. Inside was a house, small lawn, and two wheeler standing in a corner, there were two men standing as we entered. One of them asked the guy with me, "Is he the one?"

"Yes sir!" the kid replied.

We walked to the store room beside, it was a basement, and we walked down the stairs only to find nearly fifty men waiting for me. It was kind of dull down there, a fairly large hall, low lights, a beer barrel, some food, two couches, some weapons and a huge Bharat map with some markings. The guy who brought me down declared, "Gentlemen! We have none other than Vikrant among us today!"

The crowd went crazy, they raised their fists, and beer glasses in the air and shouted madly. They were happy to see me. The kid who initially asked me turned to me and said, "I'm Naresh, and welcome to where you truly belong!"

I smiled and said, "You crazy son of bitch!"