(December 2024)
(Dhaka, Bangladesh)
'Why did this happen!?'
'Why didn't I escape!?'
These thoughts kept running in my mind as I continued running from a group of monsters. That I called classmates.
Just some months ago, I was protesting with them against reservation.
I knew that US was involved, that this could easily turn into disaster, but I was not going to stay silent on the biased practice of reservation.
But, the protests got taken over by terrorists before we knew it.
The coup happened so suddenly. The only government that kept things relatively safe, despite its bad administration, suddenly got overrun by military, terrorist organisation, and the puppet of US became its new dictator.
And now, I have fully realised what my classmates meant when they described why killing your own goat is necessary in Eid.
'To prepare them when the time comes.'
If I knew this was going to happen, I would have taken 'dictatorship' over this 'democracy' and 'freedom'.
Giving democracy to these monsters mean allowing them to continue the ethnic cleansing that they have been doing from centuries.
They already killed my father. They already did unspeakable things to my mother.
And now, they are here after me.
As I ran, I quickly stole a Burqa and donned it, trying to hide from the genociders.
"Where did she go!? Boys! Quickly search for your sister-in-law! I will let you guys have fun with her!
I am quite accepting towards a woman's history before marriage afterall! Hahaha!"
As I heard that guy words, connected to the tycoon Yunus, my heartbeat ran faster than a bullet train.
Yet, I controlled myself from shaking and kept looking through the market, acting as a customer doing window shopping.
After a while, they finally left, and I sighed in relief.
I need to quickly cross border and escape to India-
"Sneha, you should have not declined the invitation from Drama club. That could have saved you."
I felt chills as I heard that voice.
I tried to run, but he quickly grabbed my arms.
He then took off the Burqa's viel.
Now, I realise that why muslim women willingly wear this black letter box in 40°C+ heat.
To hide from this savagery.
"Dear, don't worry. Since I was the one who caught you, I wouldn't let any of my friends touch you.
Why don't you marry me? I will protect you. I have a mansion in Dubai. If you like, I would talk to Dad to make you a minister in the new democratic government."
"Actually, I quite like you, Shenwaz. But, I don't want to remain in this poor country. Why don't we move to a developed country like Singapore?"
I held his head, and suddenly pressed my lips against his.
I need to use this guy to escape to a country where I can get help.
I won't get citizenship in Singapore, but...
"Forget marriage, why don't we have honeymoon in Paris first?"
France is plenty open about calling out this cult. I am sure that I can get help from there and then escape to Poland or something.
I need to get out of Bangladesh first-
"As I said, Shreya. You should really have joined the drama club."
I froze as he said it with a smug, and then, force fed me something.
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"*Huff* *Huff*!"
I woke up startled, in a bedroom with a luxurious ceiling.
I immediately realised that I didn't have any clothes on.
"Mhhmmm..."
A body moved beside me, and I was horrified to realise just what has happened.
Before I could scream, I saw a knife on the shelf along with my cut clothes.
Just what kind of sick play did he do...!
I immediately grabbed the knife, and thrust it directly in his throat.
'Die! Die! Die!'
This monster died without even letting out a scream.
He probably didn't even feel his death. He got off so easy!
I kicked him off the bed, and started rummaging through his room.
There must be something I can use-
Suddenly, the door flung open, and a woman screamed.
I was about to cut off her neck, but several people came and I lost consciousness.
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The next time I woke up, I was bound to a chair, and the TV was ON as if for me to see. It was showing my face.
"Shreya, a Hindu girl from Dhaka University, seduced Shenwaz from her class and brutally murdered him.
The Awami League has been killing students, even after Sheikh Hasina fled!
The court which is now reformed after the previous head's resignation, has taken her testimony, in which she pleaded guilty.
The court will decide on her sentence in the next hearing."
This is bullshit!
I will kill that anchor! I will kill that judge! I will kill everyone!
"Why are you struggling now? When my son offered you protection, you killed him instead.
I will make sure that you suffer so much that you will wish that you are dead."
I heard a voice from behind me, and then, several people entered.
Oh. These are Shenwaz's friends...
Those bastards were looking at me with rage. As if they didn't kill my parents, and as if their rage is justified because his friend was killed because of his sins.
I closed my eyes for what is about to come, and cursed everyone I could think of.
Especially the gods and goddesses that my parents told me will protect us. That Durga will fix things.
I hate that I was born as a Hindu... If I was a muslim...
Oh. Now I understood how this medical desert flat earth cult was able to expand so much.
I almost fell prey to their tactics.
"If you free me, I will tell you about India's plan for Bangladesh."
I bullshited, and these idiots actually believed me.
No wonder they are so good lapdogs of Shenwaz.
"You are an Indian agent?"
"RA&W Agent 58B475. I have the identities of 476 to 499 agents. But, you must first free me and ensure my survival. And prepare an escape route for me."
One lapdogs whispered to other, "Hey, if we tell this information, we will surely get a place in the new government... Even one place is enough...!"
Another lapdog nodded in excitement and took out a knife to cut my rope, and to threaten me as well.
He put it against my neck.
"First tell us the names-!"
But, I knew that escape is now impossible, so I directly flung my neck towards the knife, killing myself.
To end my suffering in this hell. I am not a protagonist who will be able to survive.
And the next thing I knew, I woke up in a bed.
It was my own room.
But, the clock was old-fashioned. And the calendar showed another year instead of 2024.
1971.