Nightmare in suburbia

He was an ex police officer. Still had extremely good connection with cops and local powerful people.

He used his years in police to collect heads. They were his boys and girls. Who have fallen in his vicious clutches due to no fault of theirs. The social pariahs, who have committed the social sin of loving someone of same gender and that too with proof. Proof collected carefully by the monster. So he could use them like puppets. The best type of puppets, who have no where to run.

Story 1:

Tamanna was scared; her soft beautiful face was flushed.

Sohail gently held her hand. “Don’t be scared jaanu. We will reach Kolkata and hide in my parent’s home.”

His parents showed him the door. Good that Tamanna did not have to face that insult. She was waiting in the taxi to be escorted by her mother in law. But Sohail came back sad and distraught.

He rented a small flat. A week passed away like dream. They decorated every inch of that flat.

“Jaan, I don’t know how to tell this to you, but would you mind joining my office? The expenses are too high for me to meet alone. I never thought my parents will shut their door on me.” Sohail asked her timidly.

“Why not? It’s my duty to help you. Is not it? She smiled sweetly.

“My boss is looking for a secretary. He will pay ten thousand to the girl. I believe that will be a great help for us.”

“Let’s see him tomorrow and see if he appoints me.”

He did. He was a very generous man. He helped them in getting a better flat, even arranged for a loan. Quite a hefty amount of loan which he arranged to deduct from their salary.



It was well past midnight. Sohail has left to deposit the money in bank, so they could buy things later.

Tamanna was pacing in the balcony, worried to death. Slowly night turned into dawn but Sohail did not showed up.

She contacted her neighbours, who contacted the police and searched the hospitals but he was nowhere.

She could not contact her family; there was no one there but her step mother and sisters. Sohail has saved her from their clutches. She has been serving them as slave since her father passed away fifteen years ago.

There was no question of contacting them. Then she thought about Mr. Sisodia, Sohail’s boss.

“Pack your things and come here. Stay with us and we will try to locate Sohail.” Mr. Sisodia said, “My car will pick you up in half an hour.”

His car came with his manager. He paid the flat’s rent and cleared the dues.

He took her to Mr. Sisodia’s bungalow. It was situated in outskirts of Kolkata.

She felt uneasy when she noticed that there was no woman visible. No sign of any family was there.

“My family lives in Ballygunge Place. I have made arrangements of your staying here.”

“You can stay and work from here if you want, that will not be required though, till you clear my dues. The loan which you took from me. All the papers were signed by you and it amounts to five lakh.”

All of a sudden he transformed into a wolf right in front of her eyes.

Years later when Tamanna looked back at that day, the darkest day of her life she realized, a smart girl would have become suspicious when Mr. Jain cleared the dues in such a hurry.




Story 2:

“Mom, dad I am leaving for that trip I told you. Do I have a budget for expenditure?” Jeevesh asked.

“Jeev, I can earn thousands time more in a day than you can spend in a month.” His father retorted, “Now go and enjoy yourself boy, don’t forget that you are the only son of a millionaire.”

“I will be back after twenty days. Will be calling you in between.” He waved at them and sped away in his car.

His car crossed the borders of Kolkata and headed for a small village. He was planning a big surprise for his parents. He was about to come back with a bride.

He met her on orkut. She is a beauty queen. Studies in Kolkata. She belongs to a hand to mouth family. But that does not matter to him. And he hopes his parents will too accept Lata. He has arranged his own marriage, though with the help of his in-laws. He has financed for every thing. Tonight is his wedding night.

His car entered the dusty road of the village. After a few turns he reached Lata’s house.

The house was deserted. It did not appear that there was any body in that house. He searched every room but they were locked.

He tried to knock the door of the next hut but it too was deserted. He walked a little bit and located another hut. A woman came out after hearing him. “Nobody lives in that hut.” She answered.

“I know babu, the hut on the bank of the pond. No one lives there.” She repeated impatiently.

She even accompanied him to confirm her words.

“This hut is empty for years. I will go now. I have to cook.” She left him bewildered.



“You want to say that you handed over Lakhs of rupees to strangers?” the Police Officer simply gawked at him.

“Do you have any photo of the girl?” he asked. Still looking at him with a deep amusement.


“No.” he gulped. “We have met just two months ago and we thought there was no need of keeping a photo before we were going to marry.” Jeevesh said.

The Police Officer felt pity at the embarrassed boy sitting on the chair. Sweating profusely. He was hardly as old as his own son.

“Do you think you will be able to drive back home on your own?” he asked. “Don’t hope for any thing at all but I will try.”

“Go home now young man.” He said kindly.



Sohail and Lata were sitting in front of Mr. Sisodia. Collecting the details of their next assignment. Hoping in their heart that soon Mr. Sisodia will release them after making enough amount of money out of them.

Their liberty was completely dependent on Mr. Sisodia’s mercy. A flicker of disobedience from their end or annoyance from his end will result in their living death.

The bored executive

He worked in a medical transcription firm. Their clients were mainly from US, so their works started after mid day, but he preferred coming to office early. To spend some time away from home, he has married a few years back but was yet to have any children.

Staying at home was never one of his favourite things. So he used to escape to office at the earliest possible time and kill his time on internet.

On cyber world he was a writer, a senior citizen, who has crossed his seventies, a widower with two married daughters, grandchildren.

Actually he has stolen this image from his own father in law, he used to use his image as his own only pretending as a South Indian Man instead of a Bengali, which his father in law was.

His wife Radha and her sister Sudha kept their father Harendhranath Das with them on rotation; his sister in law lived in Texas. His father in law did not need a single penny from them; his daughters coaxed him to stay with them because he was extremely lonely after his wife’s departure a few years ago. They have been together for forty years.

So Nagendra Ghosh used to become Nageswara Rao the moment he logged in his blogs. It had too many advantages. He could easily befriend women of his own age faking as a old, helpless, attention hungry man. These women used to shower all their attention on him thinking he was a darling old man. An image of their father may be.

He used to have a lot of fun prying out their personal stories under the veil of affection. Sometimes he went a little further too. If he particularly liked a woman he used to meet her pretending as himself, that is, the son in law of the famous blog writer Nageswara Rao. It was usually just one or two dinners or lunches together. Sometimes, it was a movie or concert together.

He has been mixing with this girl for more than six months now. She seemed quite an innocent type of girl. He had an idea that she was a beautiful girl. She was very, very charming in cyber world at least. She lived in Delhi, alone. The chance of meeting came all of a sudden. Nagendra had to go to Delhi for a official tour.

 

He went online after getting the news. Chanda came online after a few buzzes from him. He asked her if she could meet his son in law in Delhi. She consented. Asked him to introduce him to her. He introduced himself to her.

 

They met in a restaurant and he did what he had never done before. He fell in love with her and ended up in love bed. He woke up with remorse next morning but she coaxed him out of his remorse. Three days later he came back from Delhi.

 

He was about to get the taxi when his phone beeped, it was a sms from Chanda. “Missing you.”

 

It would have been a lie if he said that he fought tooth and nail to not give in, actually he just fell in her arms like a ripe fruit falls from tree.

 

From that day onward, whenever his company wanted someone to go north, he volunteered, and made a trip to delhi, even at his own expense.

 

A few years passed by, he got a little bored and started to look for new faces. Soon he started to make frequent trips to South. This time it was Shreemayee, from Chennai.

 

That night he came back home, his wife was sitting grimly at a sofa. He asked her if every thing was alright.

 

“Do you know a woman named Chanda?” she asked.

 

He felt as if the earth was moving under his feet. “No, why?”

 

“She called me up, asking about you, she is in kolkata and wants to meet me.” She said.

 

“Where is she staying?” he asked.

 

“She is staying in a hotel in Dalhousie. Here is the address…” she handed him over a slip.

 

“Let me first confirm who she is. Then we will decide if you can meet her. Okay honey?” he pecked her on the cheek.

 

He reached the hotel early next morning. The receptionist confirmed from her and gave him the direction to her room.

 

He knocked; she answered the door and hugged him, passionately kissing him on the lips. “What is this Chanda? Why did you call my home?” his words stopped in his mouth when he saw his wife and Shreemayee sitting there on the sofa.

 

His wife stood up, “I used to blog as Amrita Arora. The story writer you used to bully to no end. I was surprised to see someone so much similar to my father, so I started to pry and pandora’s box opened itself.”