All these days, Riya had nothing to worry about, it seemed. There was no news from her ex boyfriend and it was apparent that she and her lawyers had framed the charges against him rather well. The last that she heard about him was that he had been taken to the police lock up and that he had been released on bail, pending investigation. Everyone reassured her that she would not face any harassment, as her case was watertight.
However, every once in a while she found herself thinking about Vishal and the good times that she had shared with him. She would begin to feel guilty, but then she drove those thoughts away. While she did so, she couldn't explain the thumping of her heart, or the constriction in her throat, and a small voice, which kept telling her of dark days ahead. Try as hard as she might, she couldn't dismiss those thoughts entirely and felt very helpless as she realised that she couldn't retract the steps that she had taken. The case could not be withdrawn and would go all the way.
And now all of a sudden she had been called to the police station for interrogation. That did not feel right. Especially in this small, dingy room lit by a dim light where she sat across a table from the Investigating Officer and a stranger in civilian clothes at 7:30 p.m.
"Madam, the case is not as strong as we thought it was. The accused and his lawyers are in a position to submit lot's of evidence to prove that you had a long-term relationship with him. You did not disclose this fact to us in your FIR and now it will go against you." As he said this, the light went out leaving the room in total darkness that was stifling.
An unknown fear gripped Riya and her throat went dry, her heart was thumping so loud, that she was sure that the officers in the room could hear it. There was total silence in the room, though she was aware of the presence of the Investigating Officer and the silent stranger with the blue T-shirt. She tried to reassure herself that they were cops and that she was in a cop station where she was secure, but all her senses warned her of danger, she couldn't see anything, but she could smell it, she could feel it and she could taste fear in her mouth.
In the pitch-black darkness that almost stopped her from breathing, Riya heard the sound of chairs being moved and then footsteps as they approached her, and came to a halt, somewhere behind her chair. She heard the voice of the IO, "Madam please remain seated and don't try to move. We will go look for candles." Instinctively she tensed for what was about to follow, but nothing happened excepting a deafening silence. As she gripped the armrests of the chair, she felt that her palms were wet, and that suddenly she knew that something unexpected was about to happen to her, something not entirely pleasant. It seemed like an eternity when she felt breathing very close to her ears, and before she could move; a pair of hands gripped her shoulders from either side and prevented her from leaving the chair. An unknown voice whispered into her ears, "Madam, please remember that you are in a police station where no one can harm you. Don't be afraid, we are here to help you, and you must co operate with us, otherwise this case will go against you. Please remember that you have to help the police with their investigations and keep them happy." This voice sent a chill down her spine as Riya began to realise the implications of this reassurance.
'Keep them happy....' At what cost? she wondered. She realised that her mouth was dry and she couldn't talk let alone scream when the fingers touched her and started to stroke her face and neck. The hands were still clamped on her shoulders and she realised that there was more than one person touching her. The hands reached the base of her neck and rose up to cup her cheeks, as she felt hot breath on her face. Suddenly a mouth clamped on her lips and a probing tongue tried to make it's way into her mouth. As the tongue forced it's way in and mated with hers, Riya was paralysed with fear.
The hands were now touching the neckline of her blouse and feeling the swell of her soft breasts scooped up by her bra. The hand then started to move over the cups of her blouse as it gently felt her breasts through the garment. The other pair of hands on her shoulder was still there but now the grip was not so hard. She felt a hand dive into her blouse; the fingers worked themselves into her bra, hesitate for a moment; and then cupped her left breast. The hand held her entire breast and squeezed first gently and then a little harder.
It found her nipple, which was held between two fingers and massaged to semi hardness. Riya's nipples were very sensitive and she felt a tremor run through her as the man withdrew his hand, fumbled, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. As all the buttons became undone, the man felt around and removed the ends of the blouse from her breasts and her bra straps were slid off her shoulders. All activity stopped for a moment; and Riya aware of her nudity even in the pitch black darkness, tried to lift her arms to cover her heaving chest.