I have noticed that some of my words have been changed to something else. Maybe it does not want me to warn others.
My name is Bihan Chattopadhyay, and I am 36 years old. I live in a small town named Udhampur. My mother died during my delivery and after that my father unalive himself, so he doesn't have to take my responsibility. But I was quite lucky, because soon after that my uncle and aunt adopted me as their own son.
With my lovely wife, Mohini and two twin daughters, my family becomes whole. Caring parents, a lovely wife, and an obedient daughter. I couldn't have asked for anything more. By God's grace everything was going well.
But I was wrong. I didn't know something evil was lurking in the shadows and waiting to devour my family. From here onwards my tale of confession begins.
To be honest, in comparison to other middle-class families we were rich. My uncle was a money lender by profession. But after a tragic incident he retired and focused on his family and farming. He has acquired quite an amount of land from his money lending business and some from inheritance.
Our inherited land was the biggest land among all the other lands my uncle owned. Only from that piece of land we provided jobs for more than fifty people. My uncle got this land from his grandfather, and it was one of his prideful possessions. Little did he knew that this land would be the reason for our demise.
One night after nine, our servant Gopal informed me that uncle has summoned me. Seeing the time, I was surprised. It was past his bedtime, and he never liked to discuss anything in his bedroom.
My uncle believed that the bedroom was a place of sanctuary, where bodies rest and produce offsprings. So, I was surprised to know that he had called me to his bedroom.
As I entered the room, I saw him lying on his bed. He slowly got up and told me to take a seat. "It's time my boy," said Choto Baba.
I like to refer to him as Choto Baba, it's his nick name that I gave him. "You are not going this year, Choto Baba?" I asked.
"My back pains are back," said Choto Baba in a long sighing tone. It wasn't his back pain. He was suffering from lumbago. But whenever we told him to see a proper doctor, he refused and got mad at us.
It was clear why he had summoned me so late at night. Before I could speak another word, he said, "Bihan my boy, I wouldn't have asked you this, especially knowing how busy you are. But it's time for you to start taking responsibility. You can see my current health, Bihan. So, I want you to visit Neel Khana and look at the harvest."
Every end of the year Choto Baba goes to Neel Khana to inspect the harvesting. Neel Khana is a small village in Mohammadpur district, where our inherited lanes lay. I swallowed hard and said, "I trust our workers and I believe skipping one year will do no harm for us."
"It's not that I don't trust them. The real reason behind my visits is to meet with the workers and let them know, their master is still there for them." Choto Baba said slowly.
He adjusted his pillow and lay down. He was looking at the ceiling when he said, "Bihan my boy, you are my only child and the future successor to my legacy. You need to start learning the management affairs." After saying that he turned to his right and looked at me. His eyes were half closed, as he was about to fall asleep. I quietly got up and pulled his blanket up and took my leave.
Honestly, the reason I didn't want to go was that I had never been to Neel Khana and knew no one except our old manager Khan Chacha.
I worked at a cigar factory as a head engineer. So, I had to submit my leave application a week in advance. After they accepted my one-week leave, the following day I started packing.
I remember, before leaving, my wife Mohini handed me a small sack of 'Goor Ladoo and Puffed Rice' for me to eat on the road. Her cooking is something to die for. She is not only kind but also a helpful person who helps others in need. I kissed her goodbye and told her to take care of herself and others. "Have a safe journey and I will be waiting for you," Mohini said in a shy tone. I turned back and saw her sweet and kind smile for the last time.
It was a seven-hour ride to Mohammadpur, and from there an extra three hours to reach Neel Khana. As I seated in the bullock cart all my tiredness was gone. I felt a soothing feeling in my mind and body. As our cart moved on the muddy roads, its wheels slipped several times.
The roads crisscrossed the fields, separating farmlands into neat squares. The fresh air, the peaceful atmosphere and the beautiful scenery of the village quickly got to me.
But soon all these feelings were faded into dreadfulness. The temperature in here drops quickly compared to towns. Suddenly after five a bone chilling wind started to blow from nowhere. I was barely managing to keep myself together. I looked at the time. It was already eight forty-nine on my wristwatch.
Our land was on the outskirts of the village. There lies an old building, named Halder Mahal. It was once a British office building. But now it serves as a residential and storage place for us.
The cart driver refused to take me to the Halder Mahal. And the reason behind was that, if he does then he won't reach home before dinner. I tried to argue with him, but he didn't listen. So, in the end I had to walk all the way to Halder Mahal.
It would have been better if I had informed them about my arrival. Then at least Khan Chacha would have come to pick me up. After a deliberate thought I decided not to inform them about my arrival. And the reason behind such a decision was that I was doubtful that they would try to create a fake work environment to mislead me. But sadly, it backfired on me.
As I was thinking about all this suddenly, I heard a soft footstep behind me. A chilling shiver ran down my spine. The road was covered in darkness. The only light was coming from my torch. The night sky was covered with dark clouds.
People here don't leave their houses after five. And, on top of that it was a winter night. No one should be out here at this hour. My heart felt heavy as I again heard those same soft footsteps.
I didn't stop or turn back to look at what was following me. It was a straight road and at the end of the road was Halder Mahal. My hands were shaking but I tightly held the torch and started speed walking. The light danced on the road as I moved. In this eerie silence, I could still hear those footsteps. Following me like a shadow. I felt like it was slowly getting closer, so close that it could jump on my back.
I was a few feet away from the Halder Mahal, when suddenly the footsteps sounds stopped. I was breathing heavily, as I hit the gate.
As I was about to open the gate, I heard a blood-curdling howl. My hands froze in shock. I slowly turned back and saw, from a distance, a street dog was watching me. It felt like his eyes were glowing in the dark.
To be honest, I felt a relief after seeing the dog. It was weird that all this time this dog followed me without barking. As dogs tend to bark at strangers. Anyway, as I was about to enter, the dog barked again. It felt like he was warning me not to go inside.
Halder Mahal's vast courtyard was shrouded in darkness. But somehow, I managed to make my way to the veranda. A small oil lamp was hanging from the wall, from which a faint light flickered on the ground. The light wasn't barely enough to see in the darkness. I dropped my bag on the cold, hard floor and started to look around. There was no sign of anyone. I called Khan Chacha's name twice, but no one responded.
It looked like no one was there, but out of nowhere, I heard a loud moan. I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was a female voice. Came from the western side of the Mahal. From the pitch of the moan, it was clear that she was in pain. Without wasting any time, I quickly followed the direction of the sound. My footsteps echoed in the stillness, as I walked out of the Halder Mahal.
I started scanning the area to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, I heard that same painful moan. I quickly followed the sound and soon enough, I found it. Not far from the Mahal lies a small shack. And the sound was coming from there.
There I was standing in the eerie darkness of the night. Thinking about all kinds of scenarios that could be happening inside the shack. My hands trembled and my heart pounded. For a second, I thought I should turn back. It wouldn't be right for me to mix into others' business. But what if someone is in trouble and needs help?
I mustered my courage and moved forward. Slowly and quietly, I took my steps. I was a few feet away from the door when I heard another voice. It was different from the private one. It was a deep humming noise from a man. My heart sank as I could picture the scene inside the shack. I took a deep breath and calmed my nerves.
As I was about to open the door, a sudden gust of cold wind nudged the door open slightly. The doors were not locked from the inside. A small gap was formed between them. This newly formed gap was just enough for me to peer through.
The room was dimly lit by an oil lamp. As soon as I brought my eyes close to the gap, I smelled the decaying smell of jute fibers. It took me some time to adjust to the dim light. My eyes scan the room, then froze in shock and disbelief.
It felt like my heart would bust out of my chest. I saw our 75-year-old Khan Chacha with a woman, properly in her 30s, naked on the bed. Their bodies were intertwined in a missionary position. Khan Chacha was like a wild animal, vigorously kissing her neck and chin. A naughty grin spread across Khan Chacha's face as he dived in to suck her nipples.
That woman moaned loudly as Khan Cacha bit her nipples. I couldn't have believed if I hadn't seen this with my own eyes. Our old loyal manager Abdan Khan, whom I grew up calling Khan Chacha, could have committed such a sin.
What I know is that he is a single old bachelor with no family or friends in this country. Also, from what I heard from Choto Baba he is a religious person. It felt like betrayal, a surge of anger rushed down my body.
Suddenly Khan Chacha stooped and ordered the woman to lift her legs up. After that, he held his dick and placed it deep inside her vagina. Khan Chacha started to thrust into her. He was pounding so hard that she started screaming loudly. Khan Chacha held her legs and thrust his front even more, so his dick could penetrate even deeper inside her vagina.
Soon, with a high-pitched moan she stipulated that she had reached her climax. Both of them were at the edge of their pinnacles when Khan Chacha came inside her vagina. My eyes widened in disbelief; did he actually release his old seeds inside a woman of his daughter's age?
I tightened my fist in anger. I was in a rage. I wanted to bust in and beat the shit out of that old bastard. Their orgasms continued as Khan Chacha kept on thrusting into her.
I could no longer witness such a nasty sight. I turned back and slowly walked out of there. My eyes were burning with rage, my head was spinning. Somewhere in the bush, I heard twigs crumble. I was so frustrated that I didn't bother to turn and look.
