"I saw your boss today." Diya, almost like a declaration, told her boy friend.
"My boss?" Jatin gave her a puzzled look.
"Ya I think his name is Manish. You introduced us at your birthday party remember?"
"Manish is not my boss. He is just a year senior. Where and when did you see him?"
"Near Adlabs, I was there will my colleagues this afternoon."
"I hope you didn't talk to him?"
"No I just caught a glimpse of him."
"Thank God!"
"Why?"
"He can be a little aggressive with women."
"But he seemed to be a nice guy on your birthday."
"He knew you are my girl. Anyways tell me where should we go tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Why what's tomorrow?"
Jatin looked at Diya sternly, "Tomorrow is 31st December. It's supposed to be a new year the day after."
"Oh I am so sorry. Well...last year we celebrated the new-year in a cold fashion. So this year lets hit the dance floor. What about your favorite disco?"
"Okay. We shall dance our way to the new year!"
Jatin and Diya were sincerely in love from the last three years. They had planned to get married couple of years from the present. Jatin was 27 and working harder each day to make his mark in the service industry while Diya, who worked in a BPO, was 25. Though they trusted their better half blindly but still Diya had reserved the special moment of getting deflowered for the special night. It used to frustrate Jatin in the beginning but with time he started to respect her decision because he thought Diya had a point when she said to enjoy sex one should start at the right time to avoid boredom. And marriage, for her, was the right time. But touching each other's privates and deriving oral pleasures on certain special occasions was appreciated by both.
On 31sr, as planned, the couple dined in a cozy restaurant before they went to Jatin's favorite disco. Diya was looking extra sexy that night. She was wearing a hipster black jeans and a tight white top which covered her body all right but also defined her voluptuous figure quite precisely. The night was great till Jatin had a small fight in the disco as one was doting on Diya. Though it was taken care of by the bouncers but the couple chose to move out soon after the incident. On their way out they met Manish who had come to the disco with his friends (some of whom knew Jatin as well). They chatted for a while after which Jatin took his leave along with Diya.
Jatin's bike inculcated some problem in the middle of a lonely road. He tried to rectify it but failed. For fifteen minutes they kept waiting for some vehicle to appear. When one did come by, Jatin found out it was his senior's car.
Manish was on his way home in his car and the moment he saw the couple, he stopped. He offered lift and Jatin accepted with no second thoughts. It wasn't safe to be on road with a girl at the dead of the night. During the journey back home they discussed many things starting from office to love to movies. After about twenty minutes of motion Manish awkwardly braked. Someone had parked his car across the road. Manish got down. So did Jatin as he followed Manish up to the parked car. As they reached the car five masked men appeared from the sideways. Three of them pinned Jatin against the parked car and two caught Manish's arms. Diya jumped out of the car yelling Jatin's name. She was only half out when two more men caught her from behind. One of them picked her up on his shoulder at one go and walked up to the others. Jatin, Manish and Diya were shouting their lungs out for help but all their cries were sucked into the vacuum of the dark night. They were dragged into the voluminous parked car by the muscular masked men and soon the car drove off.
The car stopped only once and that was when the three of them were dragged out of the car. There was no yelling or cries this time as the mouth of the victims were taped. They were taken to a place which resembled an old mansion from the outside.
Before their tape was cut they were asked not utter a word. But when the tape came out of Jatin's mouth he immediately screamed for help. One of masked men punched him hard on the stomach. Diya begged them not to hit her boy friend.
"But he hit one of our men at the disco." The most heavily built masked man of the group said. So that's what it is about, Jatin thought. They have taken the small fight seriously.
"But he was misbehaving with my girl."
"Whatever it is, you dared to touch our man so you got to pay for it."
"You -" Diya in anger tried to push the big man but only managed to get thrown aside. She was crying wildly. "You have a sexy girl friend I must say." The man said.
"You mother fucker" Jatin was about to unleash more when he got punched again on his stomach. He moaned in pain. The man looked at Manish. "Who is this asshole?" "I work with him." Manish, who looked frightened, stammered. The big man looked at him and then he looked at Diya, intently. He looked at his men and said, "We might have an erotic new year party here."
"We will allow the three of you to go without any injuries if the girl fucks this guy." He pointed towards Manish.
It took a little time to register what the man had said. Diya stopped crying and was still. Manish and Jatin were speechless too. Jatin spoke up, "You son of a bitch." But he could not move as he was held by two men.
"Come on she is his girl friend. You can't force us to -" Manish tried to argue and in turn got a smacking punch on his face. He hollered in pain as his nose started to bleed. He wiped it and chose to remain quite. Diya had stopped crying all of a sudden. The possibility of what might happen numbed her. Somehow she had a feeling the man wasn't joking. He meant business. The moment she realized it, Diya started crying again. This time more helplessly.