20-02-2020(01)

SP: Superintendent of Police

STS: Special Tactics Squadron

Kushti: Indian Wrestling. Also known as Pehlwani. And we refer a practitioner of this sport to as a pehlwan. A win gets achieved by pinning the opponent's shoulders and hips to the ground simultaneously, although victory by knockout, stoppage or submission is also possible.

Akhada: The place where kushti takes place. Arena in English.

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Location: On Delhi Superfast Express running train

Romantic background music was playing all over the wind that night.

"Raghav! Didn't we both design our wedding card together?" Rashmi asked her fiance, running her fingers through his wavy chestnut hair.

"Hmm!" Raghav mused, laying his head on her lap and looking at their wedding card continuously.

"Then, what's on it, I don't see that you are staring for a long time now?" she continued, asking.

"Date! The date that has got printed on it, my dear! It's just too far! I can't wait that long, Rashmi! Come on, dear, let's get married tomorrow at Birla Mandir as the first thing in the morning after arriving in Delhi!" getting up, he sat beside her, taking her into his arms, and trying to kiss her.

They both were enjoying their alone time with each other, chuckling romantically, before she released herself from his hug and got up from the berth.

"Oh-fo! You!" Raghav sighed in slight disengagement.

"Mr. STS Officer! Maybe you don't get it! It's our marriage we are talking about here! Not an attack on your enemy, by lock and loading a gun! My parents! Your parents! It's their life's biggest dream!"

"It's alright, dear! Later we shall recite our seven marriage vows one more time for their happiness! It's not a big deal!"

They got intimate over each other, and the scene got blurred for the readers to avoid mature content issues.

At midnight, when the train crossed a bridge, sounding the horn, Rashmi woke up for using the washroom and saw Raghav asleep. Kissing on his forehead, she walked towards the toilet inside that moving train.

When she was about to enter it, a tall, muscular man assaulted her from the back, covering her mouth tightly with his well-built hand to not let her shout for help and abducted her by knocking her unconscious. And Raghav was in a deep sleep with no knowledge of what's happening to his fiancee.

Early morning, in the running train, when Raghav woke up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he couldn't found Rashmi anywhere near him.

"Rashmi! Ra! Ra...! Rashmi! Sorry! Rashmi...! Rashmi...!" searching through the entire train, shouting her name, disturbing and panicking all the passengers, he took out his phone, breathing heavily and made a call to the SP Officer.

"Sir! Raghav here! My fiancee is missing from the moving train! No...! No, sir! Even if she had got off at any station because of any emergency, she would have called me, sir! But she didn't! I am sure someone kidnapped her, sir!"

Opening her eyes into consciousness, she found herself in a running jeep having a Red Tiger symbol on it, with both her hands tied to it and saw two huge goons, one driving it and the other holding a long gun.

"Who are you, people? Haa? Why do you bring me here like this? Tell me, who are you? Where...? Where are we? And what is this place?" Rashmi asked the goons, yelling in terror.

"This is Berahampur, madamji!" Wicked scent and sounds all over the way.

"Behrampur?" she asked.

"Not Behrampur! It's Berahampur! Here, no bird named mercy can fly in these skies! Capital of Crimes, Berahampur! In these factories, they make criminals, not metals! Terrorist Antimonies, Loot, Robbery, Murder, Rape, Kidnapping in all over the country get consumed from here!" the driver goon made her know about the cruelty of that place.

"Veer...! Veer! Veer! Veer...! Veer!" All the civilians of the city gathered around the Royal Akhada were chanting only one name.

Walking in his owning style, entering the Akhada by stepping his foot in the sand, was Veer, a big, barrel-chested man, built like a brick shithouse with six-packs abs.

Dipping his hand into the sand, he took a handful of dirt from the floor and threw it on himself, applying that sand all over his body and his forehead, covered with drowsy hair fringes.

His feet are slightly wider apart than shoulder-width. He bent his knees and hips, lowering his body to maintain the perfect balance by keeping a low center of gravity, making it difficult for his opponent to topple him over.

When his opponent takes his shot at his leg, he, falling to his hip from his stance, dropped to one knee, weighing his hip on top of his opponent's upper back and pushing him head-down to the sandy ground, preventing his opponent from performing a takedown move.

He then fell to his dominant leg's knee, dragging his non-dominant leg in front of his body and finally, coming to a knee with his non-dominant leg extended in front of him, ended up on his right knee, grappled his opponent and pinned him down to the ground. Chanting of his name continued even louder all around the arena.

Getting up from his throne, raising his hands and controlling every single civilian with his eyesight was Sarkar, the Overlord of Berahampur.

"In Berahampur, the only gods are two. One is the Almighty up there who decides the birth date and time of you people and the other is me, who gives your death judgment. The birth timing may get changed by the doctor, but the death decree sentenced by Choudary Bheeshm Pratap cannot. Today, our men abducted the perfect girl, to get her married to my son Veer. On this occasion of happiness, the casino's liquor is on us!" Sarkar announced.

"Son! You have fought your last wrestling as a bachelor bravely. Now, you are going to fight the wrestling of your life, marriage. Remember one thing for the lifetime! A woman's importance is only for not letting the chapati on the pan to get cold, and the collar on the shirt to get old!" Sarkar reminded Veer of where to keep a woman in life.

"Leave me! Move, you girl! You can't do this to me! Help me, please! Someone help me! Leave my hand! Leave me, you bastards!" the goons brought Rashmi bouncing in fear and anger to Veer and Sarkar. "Who are you, people? Why do you bring me here? Who? Who are you?"

"My heart is beating! Keeps on repeating! I'm waiting...! For you!" moving close to her, Veer mishandled, trying to touch her lips.

"Veera! Your wait is over, son. Boys, take the girl inside. Tell them to apply mehndi on her. Marriage vows are read for her and Veer tomorrow." Sarkar ordered his men.

"Marriage! You kidnapped me and brought me here for marriage! What the...?"

"When every family in and around Berahampur is so scared to get its daughter married in Berahampur, what else shall we do? Die as bachelors, wearing langots? Whoever we like, will be carried off to here. Girl, you are so lucky!" Sarkar laughed.

"Leave my fate, and think yours! Who do you think you are? Let me remind you if you forgot that we have Law and Order and government in this country and above all, I have my Raghav! An STS Officer! He will be here alone and will beat the crap out of you all to death! I'm warning you, decently! Let me go or else you will regret this later! It will be bad for you all!" when Rashmi tried to warn Sarkar, Veer got hold of her and pulled her close to him.

"When I was a child, I learned how to shoot before I even started talking, and here you are, threatening me! Now, I made up my mind not to leave you at any cost! Ask me why! Because the pleasure in a snake's bite and the taste in its poison can be felt only by getting it once on our tongue! Too late to let you free! Already aimed our guns! Let's see how your military will rescue you using its guts and guns! It will be fun, making a soldier's fiancee my wife! Boys, get her going!" Veer handed her over to his goons to take her inside.

To Be Continued...!