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acceptance of wrongdoing in them. Rupali crossed her arms against her chest and waited for Prof. Mahajan to react.
When he got over the surprise, he attempted to ignore the topic. ‘Who and what the hell are you talking about? Listen, I am busy. Please come later. Okay?’
In response, Rupali smiled and pointed out, ‘Sir, seconds back you were shouting at me. What’s made you soft now? Is it the fear that I know what you do to Raheema?’
She hadn’t arrived at Mahajan’s cabin to leave. She was there to talk. She did not shy away from telling him what she knew. After establishing the facts, she told the professor that they both knew that he was wrong. With a dash of daring she asked him to stop what he had been doing to Raheema, failing which she would have no option but to report the matter to the higher authorities.
‘There is no way I will let you exploit poor Raheema any further,’ she said firmly, while the professor looked at her, his face red with anger.
Rupali’s determination to confront Prof. Mahajan was based on Raheema’s agreeing to protest against him. A day before, she had called Rupali’s phone and told her that after she had left from Rupali’s place that day, she went back home to find the professor there with her daughter. Before she could even think of saying anything, Mahajan had said, ‘Your daughter is a good student and willing to learn. While I was waiting for you, I helped her solve a maths problem. If she wants a tutor, I can help her on the weekends. I won’t charge a penny to teach her. You can send her to my place.’ And he looked back at Raheema, smiling a sleazy smile.
Raheema’s blood had boiled seeing Mahajan in her house, running his filthy hand on her daughter’s head right in front of her. His lust had now brought him to Raheema’s daughter.
‘That’s it. I can’t take it any more! I will do anything to get myself out of this dirty man’s clutches.’
Rupali was happy to learn that Raheema had made up her mind to fight. She was equally furious to know the reason for the change in Raheema’s stand. Her daughter was the sole reason why she sacrificed her own modesty. As a mother, she would never want her daughter to become her replacement for an animal like Mahajan. And if, God forbid, that happened, then all her sacrifices would be meaningless. She was therefore not left with any other choice.
Prof. Mahajan got up from his chair. He hissed angrily, ‘You little upstart! You don’t know who I am and what my powers are. Now I will show you what’s the result of behaving with your faculty in such a manner. You will have to pay for all these fake allegations you have made against me.’
Rupali stood still and looked at the entrance of the cabin. ‘Didi!’ she called out.
Raheema appeared at Prof. Mahajan’s doorstep. The professor was again shocked to realize that all this while Raheema had been standing outside, listening to what was being talked inside.
‘None of my allegations is false. The victim is here. She’ll verify my statement,’ Rupali said.
‘I see . . .’ Prof. Mahajan said, looking at both of them. ‘So if you bring anyone in my room and convince her to say all that you want her to say, does that prove anything?’
Then he moved towards Raheema and sneered, ‘You! Look at you! I helped you get a job here and you are conspiring against me! How dare you!’
‘Sir, I want you to say sorry to Raheema and promise us that you will not come in her way ever again,’ said Rupali who was now right behind Prof. Mahajan, completely ignoring what he had just said about Raheema.
That further agitated the professor. He turned back and shouted, ‘Shut up!’
Pin-drop silence filled the tense space of Mahajan’s cabin for a few seconds. Neither of the two ladies spoke.
Raheema was very worried. She wanted all of it to be over soon. She had anticipated that things would unfold like this. But when she was at that very spot, she felt uneasy.
When he got over the surprise, he attempted to ignore the topic. ‘Who and what the hell are you talking about? Listen, I am busy. Please come later. Okay?’
In response, Rupali smiled and pointed out, ‘Sir, seconds back you were shouting at me. What’s made you soft now? Is it the fear that I know what you do to Raheema?’
She hadn’t arrived at Mahajan’s cabin to leave. She was there to talk. She did not shy away from telling him what she knew. After establishing the facts, she told the professor that they both knew that he was wrong. With a dash of daring she asked him to stop what he had been doing to Raheema, failing which she would have no option but to report the matter to the higher authorities.
‘There is no way I will let you exploit poor Raheema any further,’ she said firmly, while the professor looked at her, his face red with anger.
Rupali’s determination to confront Prof. Mahajan was based on Raheema’s agreeing to protest against him. A day before, she had called Rupali’s phone and told her that after she had left from Rupali’s place that day, she went back home to find the professor there with her daughter. Before she could even think of saying anything, Mahajan had said, ‘Your daughter is a good student and willing to learn. While I was waiting for you, I helped her solve a maths problem. If she wants a tutor, I can help her on the weekends. I won’t charge a penny to teach her. You can send her to my place.’ And he looked back at Raheema, smiling a sleazy smile.
Raheema’s blood had boiled seeing Mahajan in her house, running his filthy hand on her daughter’s head right in front of her. His lust had now brought him to Raheema’s daughter.
‘That’s it. I can’t take it any more! I will do anything to get myself out of this dirty man’s clutches.’
Rupali was happy to learn that Raheema had made up her mind to fight. She was equally furious to know the reason for the change in Raheema’s stand. Her daughter was the sole reason why she sacrificed her own modesty. As a mother, she would never want her daughter to become her replacement for an animal like Mahajan. And if, God forbid, that happened, then all her sacrifices would be meaningless. She was therefore not left with any other choice.
Prof. Mahajan got up from his chair. He hissed angrily, ‘You little upstart! You don’t know who I am and what my powers are. Now I will show you what’s the result of behaving with your faculty in such a manner. You will have to pay for all these fake allegations you have made against me.’
Rupali stood still and looked at the entrance of the cabin. ‘Didi!’ she called out.
Raheema appeared at Prof. Mahajan’s doorstep. The professor was again shocked to realize that all this while Raheema had been standing outside, listening to what was being talked inside.
‘None of my allegations is false. The victim is here. She’ll verify my statement,’ Rupali said.
‘I see . . .’ Prof. Mahajan said, looking at both of them. ‘So if you bring anyone in my room and convince her to say all that you want her to say, does that prove anything?’
Then he moved towards Raheema and sneered, ‘You! Look at you! I helped you get a job here and you are conspiring against me! How dare you!’
‘Sir, I want you to say sorry to Raheema and promise us that you will not come in her way ever again,’ said Rupali who was now right behind Prof. Mahajan, completely ignoring what he had just said about Raheema.
That further agitated the professor. He turned back and shouted, ‘Shut up!’
Pin-drop silence filled the tense space of Mahajan’s cabin for a few seconds. Neither of the two ladies spoke.
Raheema was very worried. She wanted all of it to be over soon. She had anticipated that things would unfold like this. But when she was at that very spot, she felt uneasy.
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