Do not stand close to body.

Do not stand close to the body

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Do not stand close to the body

"Don't stand close!" The girl standing next to him shouted. I looked up in shock. I thought it told me. But I saw that the girl was looking at her friend Zaheer who was standing behind me.

Zaheer countered, "Where shall I stand then?" If there are so many problems, why take a public bus? Bapare said to buy you a private car.

I looked and saw that there was some space to move to the right of Zaheer. Even then Zaheer is standing close to the girl's body with a lot of desire. I winked at Zaheer. Zaheer didn't listen, he moved his lips and what he said meant - "Have fun!"

The bus jerked a little as he walked. And Zaheer intentionally leaned on the girl's body. The girl's eyes looked like she would cry. He realizes that Zaheer is doing it on purpose but can't say anything. He is trying to move as much as possible. But where to go? The man next to her is also looking at her with greedy eyes.

After a while the girl got off the bus. I looked and saw Zaheer smiling with his teeth out. I joined in that laughter too. Although I can't support Zaheer's behavior from the heart. But I did not protest. Because this is Zaheer, my very close friend. I got a lot of help from Zaheer for different needs. Speaking against him is to one's own detriment.

But that day I did not realize - the damage will be more because of not protesting this incident! A loss that can not be compensated in any way!

I don't know why I remember that incident 12 years ago. In fact, no special reason is required. I often go back to that incident in my mind. Yes! If I had protested Zaheer's behavior that day, I would have helped the girl ... then maybe ...

Sanbit returned at the sound of the calling bell. I'm back now. I got up and opened the door. The doorman came, the man was grinning.

“Slamalaikum sir. You were calling me? ”

I said, “Yes! Why do you say this is the condition of the new flat? ”

The smile disappeared from the doorman's face. "What happened, sir?"

"Hey ... the electric line is all gone!" Annoyance in my voice. "The fan is not turning, the lights are not on, the phone is not charging!"

"What did you say, sir?" The doorman seemed to fall from the sky.

"Didn't the previous tenant check everything after vacating the flat?"

"I don't think they've been checked ... sorry sir ..."

“Solve without apologizing. The truck with all the luggage has already left. My wife is pregnant. How can you stay here this summer? ”

"Sir, shall I bring a mechanic Dyka?"

"Is there a good mechanic here?"

"Yes, sir. Badi mechanic ”. All the teeth of the doorman are out in laughter. “Very good mechanic sir! I will fix the current line in an hour ... "

“Okay! Bring him quick! ”

The doorman left. I slammed the door.

I am walking in socks with empty socks. I have taken new rent. The area is good for living. No fuss. The noise of the car is low. Moving from one room to another. When I came to the masterbed room, I paused for a while!

This room is familiar to me! The incident happened in a room like this 10 years ago. Still vividly remembered! There was a flood of blood on the floor ... the body was lying in a corner ...

No! You will not understand the story from here. I'd rather go back to that bus incident 12 years ago. That's where it all started ...

Zaheer became more courageous after treating the girl like that on the bus. He often got on the bus and misbehaved with the girls. Then when he met me, he would talk about them. At one point, his misdeeds started outside the bus. At street corners, shopping malls, fairs, ticket lines, weddings - he would treat girls dirty whenever he got a chance in the crowd. Peer girl, big, small - no one was left out!

Day after day Zaheer began to become more courageous. And he used to talk about everything in his friends' house with great pride. After a while, I didn't want to hear his stories anymore. I started to avoid him. But I didn't do what I should have done - I didn't protest! And I have to pay the price!

Exactly 2 years after the bus accident ...

The sound of the calling bell again. I went ahead and opened the door. There is a man standing in a bag with ink on his shoulder.

I looked at him curiously.

"Sir, the doorman is disturbing the current line in the flat ..."

“Oh! Are you a bad mechanic? ”

"Yes sir!"

"Come on in."

I moved to one side. Badi entered the mechanic.

“Look at the situation! The light fan line is nothing wrong. The mobile is not being charged yet! ”

“Sir, I think there is a problem with the circuit board. I'm watching, sir. "

Badi the mechanic pulled a tool and started working by opening the circuit board. Let him act like him. Let's go back to what happened 10 years ago ...

One evening I returned home from varsity. I saw my mother's worried face.

"What happened mother?"

"I can't find Munni." "It's been a long time," said the mother in a sobbing voice.

"I think he's playing somewhere," I said nervously.

“Who will you play with? His friends are all in his house ... ”.

"Wait, I'm watching."

Munni is my younger sister. 6 years old. On the roof of the house, in the flats of the neighbors, around the house, on the street - everywhere I looked for Munni. Nowhere. This time I was worried. I called my father and informed him. Dad left the emergency meeting at the office and went crazy. He loves his daughter more than life.

The police were informed. People were sent to hospitals. Miking started in the area. But no one could find Munni. Mother broke down in tears. Dad is not going to look! My chest is bursting, but I'm not saying anything.

At around 11 pm, the doorman of the next house, Sunnah Bhai, came running to our house. Breathing too. Looks like it will make you cry.

I asked, "What happened, brother Sunnah?" Where did you find Munni? ”

"Brother, come with me soon." Brother Sunnah pulled me by the hand.

With him I went to the next building. The inside of the chest is trembling in fear of Munni's misfortune. Brother Sunnah brought me to the third floor. I know there is a flat on the third floor of this building. The tenant is gone, not yet rented. The door of the flat was opened and Sunnah entered. I am with him. I entered the master bedroom. I saw in the light of the torch of the mobile- the floor of the flat was floating in blood. There is a naked body of a baby girl lying in a corner - my Munni! The world is dark before my eyes, my knees are bending ...

“Sir! There was a problem with the circuit box. That's right. "

In the words of Badi Mechanic, I am back to the present.

"Do you see if the light-fan line is working properly?"

Badi got down from the tool. He took the tool forward and stood in front of the switch board. He said while doing the test with the tester- “Sir, it seems that there is a little trouble here too. The line gets tighter and tighter. I'm just saying, no problem. "

Badi is doing his job with attention ... I go back to the past ...

After getting Munni's body, both my parents fainted. What else will I see Munni? The tension started with them. The police came. Munni's body was taken away. An autopsy was conducted. The next day at noon it was found out that Munni had been detained all day and raped several times. He died of bleeding. Just thinking, the inside of my chest is twisting. What a pain my innocent sister had to endure like a flower! But there is no way to know which vampire did this! Because no one saw when Munni went to that flat!

Even then I did not know what surprises are waiting for me!

The next afternoon, a friend of Munni's said that Zaheer had taken Munni with him to buy ice cream.

Zaheer! Hearing the name, all the hairs on my body stood up! Yes! Zaheer! It is only possible for a beast like him to do such a thing! Oh my God! Munni loved Zahir so much ... when he came home he would run and jump on his lap saying "Zahir's brother"

Zaheer fled the house as soon as the news became known. The police rushed around. But no one could find Zaheer. My father tried his best to find Zaheer. But it did not mean that Zahir was not found! As if it has disappeared! 10 years have passed since then ... Zaheer has not been found even today!

Meanwhile, I'm living with the gilt feeling inside me dhuke dhuke! If I had listened to the girl's plea on the bus that day, if I had protested on her behalf, then perhaps Zaheer would not have dared to go so far! And my Munni would have survived! I am actually responsible for Munni's death. I and spineless cowards like me are responsible!

"Sir, is there anything to wipe?" Badi asked. “Can a rag be given? There seems to be a lot of dust and sand inside.

"No, there's nothing to wipe ... wait ..." I put my hand in my pocket. I brought out a newspaper. "See if you can use it."

Badi took the paper in his hand. "It would be nice to have clothes," he said.

"There are no clothes, brother." I shook my head.

"Looks like an old newspaper?"

I smiled. "The newspaper is old, but the news is still burning in my chest like new!"

Badi brought the newspaper in front of his eyes. There is a picture on the paper - a middle-aged man sitting in front of the body of a little girl crying like crazy. News headline above the photo - "8 year old child raped in Khulna". Detailed report below photo

Badi is reading the news. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a long silenced pistol. I went and stood behind Badir. I hit him hard on the back of the head with the butt of a pistol. The injury was spot on. Badi lost consciousness and fell to the ground. I walked towards him. I grabbed Badir's body with both legs and took him to a corner of the room.

I folded the newspaper and put it in my coat pocket again. Very little time on hand. That needs to be done quickly. I arranged a scene for the next half hour. Satisfied, I stopped. Now it is Badir's turn to return the knowledge. I opened the bottle and took water in my hand and sprinkled it on Badir's face. Bodi blinked a few times, his senses are coming back ...

As soon as he opened his eyes, Bodi discovered himself in a state of complete confusion. His two hands were tied tightly to the window grille with a thick rope. Both legs are tied tightly with the same rope. He stopped himself while screaming. He looked at the pistol in my hand.

"How are you, Badi?" Or should I call you by the name of Zaheer? ” I asked in a sarcastic tone.

There was panic in Badir's eyes.

In the middle of the moment, the memory of the last 10 years of misery became fast forward in front of my eyes. I did not find Zaheer after fleeing! Zaheer escaped and came to Dhaka that day. He brought some money with him, so he covered his body for a year. Then Jamal wandered here and there for a while in search of fortune and once found refuge with Ustad. Badi learned the job of a mechanic from him. This is how my friend Zaheer Badi became a mechanic!

After finding Zahir, I made a plan for a long time. I rented a house near Badir's shop under a false name. I destroyed the power line of the house myself, then all that was planned!

Zaheer swallowed a sip. He has taken care of himself a little. Said, “Who are you? Can you bind me? Can you undress me? ”

"I will know that after a while." I said.

"What do you feel?" Zaheer said in a restless voice.

“Relax! Why are you in such a hurry? The two friends met after so long, let's talk a little happier. "

“Friend of what? I don't know you! ”

I smiled softly. I removed the fake beard and mustache from my mouth.

"Do you recognize me now?"

Zaheer's eyes say he recognized me. But the drama of not recognizing continues- “Who is in you? I don't know you! I've never seen it before! ”

"I can recognize you now ..." I took a knife out of my pocket. I checked the edge with my fingers and said, “Wow! I see there is a lot of debt! It can be cut in one go. "

Zahir was terrified. He started stammering, "Ah ... I just shouted and called everyone. Do you think you will get over? Not so easy সবাই everyone in this area knows me লে if anything happens to me you have news ”.

I went forward with a knife towards my friend Zaheer alias Badi Mechanic. Titkari's smile on the corner of his mouth, "I understand that if you have something, the people of the area will turn the world upside down. But what will be the benefit to you? Will your loss be compensated now? ”

This time Zaheer could not keep himself calm. Frightened, his eyes seemed to come out of the hole. He kept saying in a trembling voice, “Dude ... forgive me dude! I have committed so many great sins ... I beg your pardon ... ”

"Go upstairs and apologize to little Munni." I put a handkerchief in Zaheer's mouth.

Zaheer is constantly saying something. With a handkerchief in his mouth, there is only the sound of wheat, it is not clear what he is saying. This time I took a black glove out of my pocket. I fell in my left hand.

Wearing gloves, I grabbed Zaheer's penis with one hand, knife ready with the other. He said, "Zaheer, the only punishment for what you have done is death!"

It took me only five seconds to do the job. Zaheer continued to shout with all his strength. All the veins in his throat swelled during the screaming. The eyes seemed to come out of the hole an inch, tears streaming down his cheeks in excruciating pain. With a handkerchief over his face, no one can hear him outside the house. Zaheer screamed for a minute. Then he lost consciousness to get rid of the unbearable pain. The head hung on the chest.

The unconscious body of a young man who had lost his penis was hanging on the grill of the window with his hands tied. The floor of the drawing room is dripping with blood. I locked the door of the flat from outside and came out. There was no need to spend bullets. Zaheer will die of bleeding. As little Munni died!

"Don't stand close!" The girl's screams still ring in my ears. If I had protested on his behalf that day, maybe today would never have happened in my life!