Meanwhile ...
A girl stepped out of the trailer home she was living in. Barefoot, and only wearing a long white shirt, she walked towards her boyfriend who was tinkering with his bike, tools lying about his knees as he knelt near the engine.
'What has become of it ?'
The boy turned his head as he responded.
'Nothing has come out of it.'
'What will you do now?'
(I don't know. Something has to be done.)
'Ohh. Agathottu vaa.'
(Ohh. Come inside.)
'Njaan ithu kazhinjitt varaam.'
(I'll come after this is over.)
Before the girl could respond, another boy came running over to them. He addressed her boyfriend.
He rose, wiping his hands on a kerchief and looked at the boy.
'What happened ?'
The tone of his voice was concerned but authoritative.
'Entha indaaye ?'
(What happened ?)
'Avide kurrachu chekkanmaaru Irfaninte koode adi indaakuva.'
(Over there, a few boys have picked a fight with Irfan.)
'Njaan varaam. Pillero ?'
(I'll come. What about the children ?)
'Faheemum Abbasum avare konduvarrunind.'
(Faheem and Abbas are bringing them.)
'Enna sheri. Poikko.'
(Alright then. Go now.)
As the newcomer left, he turned to face the girl who now looked worried.
'Scene contra aano ?'
(Is it a big scene ?)
'Eyy, angane onnulla. Nee verthey tension adikaathe.'
(Nothing of the sort. Don't get tensed for no reason.)
'Illa.'
(No.)
'Nalla kutty.'
(Good girl)
'Njaan pettanu veraam.'
(I'll come back quick.)
'Oova.'
(Okay.)
He turned to go and as he passed her, he gently stroked her belly. She smiled and watched him go inside.
Once he was inside, she quietly stared at his bike.
The bike had been redesigned; the body was now a bright blue colour, with a bit of black here and white here.
A beast, it was.
She had been abducted while on a trip with her family to Wayanad. She was sold to the owner of a brothel in a red street. As a ...
You know what.
That was the term her family used.
She remembered how he had brought her from the red streets of Bangalore to the outskirts on it. He had rescued her from sure and possible exploitation and brought her to his gang.
His biker gang.
She was the first girl to ever become a part of the gang.
It had been hard for her at first, but she had always been a fighter - from her toddlerhood to adolescence. She quickly adapted and learnt the ways and also how to survive. And soon enough, he fell in love with her, just like how she did in turn.
No reasons.
It happened.
Just like that.
And she knew she had found home.
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