The Dirty Feeling

The Dirty Picture Feeling

He laughs loud. Yatin really laughs loud. Loud, not by sound; but by his body. When he giggles, his body dances with the rhythm of his laughter and his shoulders jump. Not only Yatin, but all of us were laughing. That day in winters was really going playful. Me, Yatin, Suber and Shirish were coming home some earlier from the college, as there was the farewell party that our class was giving to the passing out seniors. Due to this there were almost no lectures. We were coming home by an auto-rickshaw.

Suber, who is always in funny mood, was cracking jokes (more or less situational) nonstop and we were doing nothing but laughing in the auto.

After travelling for about 10 minutes, the auto stopped in front of a man and he stepped into the auto. He took a seat exactly in front of me. He was a generous looking man, all bald-head.

Suber took a short pause and again started to amuse us. But that man, what I thought firstly, was not really comfortable. Within 2 minutes, he started adjusting his legs. As a result of which I also had to move my legs.

But now he had started moving constantly and initiated his activities.

To my surprise, he put his hands on my legs and started moving it. Now to object him by my gestures, I also moved abruptly. To this, Suber, who was sitting next to me asked me, “Nitin, Are you ok? Have you got enough seat to sit?” I gave him a positive response. Then again Suber resumed.

But that man also resumed his activities. He again started moving his hand on my legs and this time, he even reached groin. Instantly, I pushed his hand away and gave him a rude look. I made a gesture to tell him not to do that again. In the mean time, we reached our destination, Bus Terminal of the city. I quickly jumped out of the auto. We paid the fare and discussed about our meeting time in the party for that evening. Then we left for our homes.

 

In the evening, we met at the party. The party was terrific. Everybody danced and enjoyed a lot. We enjoyed the dinner and left the college at about 11:30pm. The college buses were there to drop us at the Bus Terminal. We were in the bus and Suber again started with his humour. I wonder from where on this earth, he can get such a tremendous energy even after dancing for approximately 2 hours. At 12 midnight, we reached Bus Terminal. We bid goodnight waves and started off to our homes. I was alone, walking down a lonely road. Due to winters, roads went lonely as it grew dark. I was looking for a passerby to take a lift from.

After two minutes, I saw a scooter’s headlight. I waved my hand, but it quickly passed away. Two more motorbikes passed but no one stopped. After sometime, I saw a man coming on motorbike. He was wearing a helmet. I waved my hand and he stopped. I asked him to drop me near the turn after next crossing. He just replied, “Get on.”

I was feeling lucky, that I got a ride at this time of night.

Very next moment, I noticed some movement. I saw that the man was driving the bike with his right hand and his left hand was on my left knee. I moved my knee to take his hand off but he was holding it firmly. I asked him, “What are you doi...?!!”

Before I could utter the last words, he turned back and slid up the visor of his helmet. To my horror, he was the same man, whom I met in the auto today, who was sitting in front of me.

I was astonished and could not speak anything. He turned to front but now he leaned back on me. His hand was now on my thigh and gradually was reaching to groin. I was terrorised and my body was still.

Then he spoke, “I met you in the auto today. Remember me? From that time I had developed a feeling for you. Now the feeling has grown strong. I really want you. Be my man, Nitin. Would you please let me su...? I really wanna do it. Please. Oh! It will remain secret. I’ll also pay you for this. Let’s go to my place.”

I turned pale. My heart was sinking. I was even hearing my own heartbeat. He even remembered my name. My mind stopped working. I didn’t know what to do. Then the only thing that came to my mind was...

“Help! Help! Somebody please help me.” I shouted. But no one could hear me. The roads were lonely. No one was there to help me as it was a cold winter night.

He spoke again, “There is nobody to help you my man. So please cooperate with me tonight. I am not lying; I really have a strong feeling for you. Please.”

My legs were going numb. I couldn’t even jump off the bike. I folded my hands asked him to spare me. He didn’t even respond. I was shivering with the fear of his feeling. He even crossed the turn I asked him to drop me at. All I could do was shouting at the loudest pitch of my voice. I closed my eyes and yelled for help.

Then suddenly, the bike stopped. I don’t know how and why. I don’t know what he thought or saw, but the bike stopped. Within a blink of an eye, I was off his bike and running to my house as if the wild dogs were chasing me. After running far from that point, I looked back. The bike was nowhere. He was gone. Even then I reached home running and only caught my breath when I was inside my room. I was thanking almighty that I have reached home safe and sane.

Next day, I told the whole incidence to Yatin, Suber and Shirish. Everybody laughed. Again Yatin’s body danced; Suber cracked jokes on the incident. But I was silent and still felt the fear.