Dear Ajay
I know that you already know I'm back from my college trip of Uttar Pradesh. As you know it was an academic trip and we'd gone to Saharanpur. Two female and one male professor along with ten girls.
I still remember how much mom and dad were against this trip since they were not sure about their daughter going to a remote place. Though it wasn't the first time I was going for a trip or likewise but they were apprehensive about it nevertheless. It was me who was always trying to cool them down saying they were just being too protective of me. I had my own reason. I wasn't going alone anywhere. But now I know it was a mistake. You must be wondering why am I saying its a mistake and what may have happened there. Well, Ajay I was raped. My hands are still shivering while I type down the word here. Nobody knows. Neither my professors, nor my friends. Not even my parents. I don't think they will ever know because I will never be able to confess it. That's the reason why I have not been talking to you from the past two days. But an hour back while having dinner with my parents I realized I will have to tell all of it to someone, else I won't able to forget it ever or better say come to terms with it. Who better than you. I am sorry if this mail disturbs you which I am sure it will. But please do understand my position before reacting in any adverse manner. You may ask after reading this what was the need to write it all down. But if you give my feelings a chance you will know exactly why it's important for me. Here is what happened two days back.
A day before the tour was supposed to end, all the girls were happy since the heat was becoming unbearable everyday. From the beginning, there was a dress code since we were staying in the interior of a state where hooliganism was at its notorious best so we and even the female teachers were wearing Salwar Kurta with the Dupatta covering our breasts. Only on the last day we girls pestered for western wear and in the end we were allowed to do so. Seven of them didn't bring any western dress whereas three girls - Rekha, Sadhna and I had worn a top and jeans. I was wearing a round neck blue top and black jeans. I am sure you remember which top it is. The one you gifted me on my last birthday. All went well during the day. In the evening the three of us (as you know we are best of friends) were hungry and wanted to eat something. The professors were tired and so were the other girls. Hence we pestered the professors to allow the three of us to go and fetch some local junk food. Finally they agreed after we promised we would be back within an hour. I think they were too aghast from the heat to argue much.
We took the car which we had hired for our college tour and the three of us went to a local eating spot guided by the driver who happened to know quite some places. In the eating joint we weren't much bothered by the lecherous stares. We kept smiling and chirping among ourselves though we knew we city girls were walking fantasies for the locals. In a way it made us haughty.
It was when Rekha nudged me and told me there was a group of four guys who were eyeing us since we came in that I noticed them. They were four guys; all uncouth, with stubble and strong looking physique. One of them smiled at us but we ignored. When our food was ready we simply took it and got into the car when I noticed the guys get into theirs.
They kept following us. We were indeed scared. A lustful stare we were used to in Delhi as well but following us in a car gave us the creep. We kept asking our driver to speed up. When we reached a rather secluded stretch of road the car, from behind, overtook us abruptly and positioned itself in a way that our driver had to brake. I was shit scared. Call it a woman's sixth sense, Sadhna started screaming the moment she saw the guys get down from the car. Rekha followed and so did I. We were screaming our lungs out for help. We knew they would do something and imagining what that something could be made us feel helpless. Our driver moved out and was instantly thrashed by one of the men. We screamed louder. One of the guys came and opened the door. We curbed inside further almost on top of each other as if a butcher had pushed his hand inside a hen-cage to bring out his favourite hen. Since we girls were shouting and guess Sadhna was even crying I thought of taking my mobile phone out and call the professors. The guy immediately pulled out a revolver and aimed at us. A fucking revolver! There was an instant calmness. None of us made any noise. He asked us to be quiet else he would fire a hole in each of our head. We complied and he snatched my phone and kept it with himself. Then he blasted a verbal bomb. He said they wanted me. Only me and asked the girls to move away else he would take them too. Sadhna and Rekha, after few seconds, moved away. I was too shocked to even throw an accusing glance at them.I was sobbing now and suddenly felt the voice in me again and started pleading to let me go. He caught my hand and pulled me out. I was surprised by his raw strength. Next instant he picked me up on his shoulder aiming a gun at the driver asking him to stay where he was and moved towards the car. I was bundled in and soon the car drove off.
Now that I am writing about it, all of it seems to have happened over time but believe me Ajay at that point of time all happened so damn quickly that even before I realized what had happened I was sandwiched between two uncouth town guys in their car. By now I of course knew what they wanted; to devour me. Till then I had only read about rapes but now it was about to happen to me. I pleaded to the guys with folded hands and tears flowing profusely down my eyes. All they did was laugh at me. The one sitting to my left kept his hand around my shoulder and grabbed one of my breasts.He told the others that I had perfect shaped ones. They were talking in Hindi. I tried to remove his hand when the other one cupped my other breast. I was mauled all way till the car went inside a field.
