02-12-2025, 10:09 PM
## Update 149: The Ambush in the Fields (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Rohan)
I went home, feeling the exhaustion of the night finally hit me. I quickly freshened up and ate something. Then, I rushed back to Pooja Bua's house. Three hours had passed since I placed that panic call to Rohan. He should have arrived by now, as the bike ride should take about three hours to the village. I pulled out Sweta Didi's mobile and turned it on, the screen lighting up. I sat there, tense, thinking about Rohan. If his call didn't come in the next thirty minutes, my entire elaborate plan would fail.
Sweta Didi and Sital were glued to the watch on the wall. It was as if Didi was desperately trying to speed up the clock. The three of us were lost in our silent, anxious thoughts when Sweta Didi's mobile suddenly rang. I snatched the mobile out of my pocket. It was just a generic company call. Sweta Didi flinched in anger but managed to keep quiet.
Now, only ten minutes of my self-imposed deadline remained. Sital leaned toward me, her voice a tense whisper. "Avi, why did you tell him three hours? I thought it was less than that."
"It took us three hours to get from the travel agency to the district office that day, and then an extra twenty minutes to get to the village by taxi. Based on that, I said three hours," I explained quickly. "But since Rohan is coming by bike, it should take him twenty minutes less, meaning he should be here any minute." I was still telling Sital this when the mobile suddenly rang again.
This time, the name Rohan flashed on the screen. Sweta Didi's face instantly lit up with immense relief and excitement. I quickly motioned for both Didi and Sital to be absolutely silent.
I answered the call. "Hello," Rohan said, his voice ragged with worry.
"Hello," I replied simply.
"Are you the one who called me earlier about the accident?" Rohan asked.
"Yes, I am," I confirmed.
"Why did you switch off the mobile? I was calling constantly!" Rohan asked, agitation clear in his voice.
"It happened by mistake. It died," I lied, keeping my tone clipped and distant.
"Okay, forget that. Tell me now, which hospital is Sweta in? I need to know!" Rohan demanded, his concern paramount.
I let a touch of mischief enter my voice. "First, tell me exactly where you are right now," I said.
"I'm here, right in front of the college in Sweta's village," Rohan replied, his desperation audible.
"You wait right there. I'll be there in a bit, and I'll personally take you to Sweta," I instructed.
"Okay, please come fast!" Rohan said, and I abruptly hung up.
I turned to the two sisters, a clear plan of action ready. "Sital Didi, you take Sweta Didi right now and go to our small house in the fields," I said, explaining the next crucial part of the plan. "Chacha is away in the city today, so the house is empty and private. You wait for me there. I will bring Rohan. Then we can all sit there comfortably and talk, and Sweta Didi can finally tell you both the full, true story."
Sital grabbed Sweta Didi's hand. "Let's go, Didi," Sital said.
Sweta Didi and Sital quickly left the house and headed toward the fields. After waiting ten minutes for them to reach the destination, I started walking toward the college. Rohan was sitting anxiously on his bike, waiting for me. I walked up to him.
"Are you Rohan?" I asked. The words were out before I could stop them. *Oh no, what did I just say? I didn't even ask his name on the phone, I just assumed. What if he finds out about our whole elaborate play?*
"Yes, I'm Rohan. And who are you?" he asked, standing up and looking me over. *It's a good thing Rohan didn't ask how I knew his name. What am I even thinking? If he had asked, I could have easily said I found his name on Sweta's mobile. I hope I don't go completely crazy trying to reunite Sweta Didi and Rohan.*
"I'm the one who called you about the accident," I clarified.
"So you're the one who called me," Rohan said, a huge look of relief washing over his tense face.
"Yes. Now let's go; I'll take you to Sweta," I said, turning away.
"Where is Sweta? In which hospital are we going?" Rohan asked, walking toward his bike.
"You're in a village, Rohan," I said, shaking my head. "There are no proper hospitals or doctors here. There are only local Vaidji (traditional healers). Come on, let's go fast; we need to walk."
"Get on the bike; we can go faster," Rohan insisted.
"The bike can't go to where we are going," I lied smoothly. "We have to walk from here."
I started taking Rohan with me, leading him away from the village houses and toward the fields. Rohan stopped and looked at the wide, open fields, confusion in his eyes. "The village is behind us now. Where are you taking me, to the fields?" he asked, suspicious, stopping dead in his tracks.
"We are going to the right place; trust me," I said, my voice firm and reassuring.
"Are you playing some kind of joke on me? Is this a trick?" Rohan asked, a hint of deep suspicion entering his tone, his eyes narrowing.
I pulled Sweta Didi's mobile from my pocket and showed him the screen. "Look, this is Sweta's mobile. I called you from this phone," I said. "Do you believe me now?"
"Okay, let's go then," he said, accepting the evidence, and we started walking quickly across the fields.
After a short while, we reached the small, isolated house.
"Look, that's the house right there," I said, pointing. "Sweta is inside."
Rohan didn't hesitate; he started running toward the house. I followed him, watching him desperately reach the door. Rohan was shocked when he burst inside the house. Sweta Didi was lying on the bed, feigning injury, and Sital was sitting right next to her. Rohan knew Sital well; he knew she was Sweta's sister. Rohan looked scared and utterly confused, seeing Sital sitting next to Sweta instead of a doctor.
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I went home, feeling the exhaustion of the night finally hit me. I quickly freshened up and ate something. Then, I rushed back to Pooja Bua's house. Three hours had passed since I placed that panic call to Rohan. He should have arrived by now, as the bike ride should take about three hours to the village. I pulled out Sweta Didi's mobile and turned it on, the screen lighting up. I sat there, tense, thinking about Rohan. If his call didn't come in the next thirty minutes, my entire elaborate plan would fail.
Sweta Didi and Sital were glued to the watch on the wall. It was as if Didi was desperately trying to speed up the clock. The three of us were lost in our silent, anxious thoughts when Sweta Didi's mobile suddenly rang. I snatched the mobile out of my pocket. It was just a generic company call. Sweta Didi flinched in anger but managed to keep quiet.
Now, only ten minutes of my self-imposed deadline remained. Sital leaned toward me, her voice a tense whisper. "Avi, why did you tell him three hours? I thought it was less than that."
"It took us three hours to get from the travel agency to the district office that day, and then an extra twenty minutes to get to the village by taxi. Based on that, I said three hours," I explained quickly. "But since Rohan is coming by bike, it should take him twenty minutes less, meaning he should be here any minute." I was still telling Sital this when the mobile suddenly rang again.
This time, the name Rohan flashed on the screen. Sweta Didi's face instantly lit up with immense relief and excitement. I quickly motioned for both Didi and Sital to be absolutely silent.
I answered the call. "Hello," Rohan said, his voice ragged with worry.
"Hello," I replied simply.
"Are you the one who called me earlier about the accident?" Rohan asked.
"Yes, I am," I confirmed.
"Why did you switch off the mobile? I was calling constantly!" Rohan asked, agitation clear in his voice.
"It happened by mistake. It died," I lied, keeping my tone clipped and distant.
"Okay, forget that. Tell me now, which hospital is Sweta in? I need to know!" Rohan demanded, his concern paramount.
I let a touch of mischief enter my voice. "First, tell me exactly where you are right now," I said.
"I'm here, right in front of the college in Sweta's village," Rohan replied, his desperation audible.
"You wait right there. I'll be there in a bit, and I'll personally take you to Sweta," I instructed.
"Okay, please come fast!" Rohan said, and I abruptly hung up.
I turned to the two sisters, a clear plan of action ready. "Sital Didi, you take Sweta Didi right now and go to our small house in the fields," I said, explaining the next crucial part of the plan. "Chacha is away in the city today, so the house is empty and private. You wait for me there. I will bring Rohan. Then we can all sit there comfortably and talk, and Sweta Didi can finally tell you both the full, true story."
Sital grabbed Sweta Didi's hand. "Let's go, Didi," Sital said.
Sweta Didi and Sital quickly left the house and headed toward the fields. After waiting ten minutes for them to reach the destination, I started walking toward the college. Rohan was sitting anxiously on his bike, waiting for me. I walked up to him.
"Are you Rohan?" I asked. The words were out before I could stop them. *Oh no, what did I just say? I didn't even ask his name on the phone, I just assumed. What if he finds out about our whole elaborate play?*
"Yes, I'm Rohan. And who are you?" he asked, standing up and looking me over. *It's a good thing Rohan didn't ask how I knew his name. What am I even thinking? If he had asked, I could have easily said I found his name on Sweta's mobile. I hope I don't go completely crazy trying to reunite Sweta Didi and Rohan.*
"I'm the one who called you about the accident," I clarified.
"So you're the one who called me," Rohan said, a huge look of relief washing over his tense face.
"Yes. Now let's go; I'll take you to Sweta," I said, turning away.
"Where is Sweta? In which hospital are we going?" Rohan asked, walking toward his bike.
"You're in a village, Rohan," I said, shaking my head. "There are no proper hospitals or doctors here. There are only local Vaidji (traditional healers). Come on, let's go fast; we need to walk."
"Get on the bike; we can go faster," Rohan insisted.
"The bike can't go to where we are going," I lied smoothly. "We have to walk from here."
I started taking Rohan with me, leading him away from the village houses and toward the fields. Rohan stopped and looked at the wide, open fields, confusion in his eyes. "The village is behind us now. Where are you taking me, to the fields?" he asked, suspicious, stopping dead in his tracks.
"We are going to the right place; trust me," I said, my voice firm and reassuring.
"Are you playing some kind of joke on me? Is this a trick?" Rohan asked, a hint of deep suspicion entering his tone, his eyes narrowing.
I pulled Sweta Didi's mobile from my pocket and showed him the screen. "Look, this is Sweta's mobile. I called you from this phone," I said. "Do you believe me now?"
"Okay, let's go then," he said, accepting the evidence, and we started walking quickly across the fields.
After a short while, we reached the small, isolated house.
"Look, that's the house right there," I said, pointing. "Sweta is inside."
Rohan didn't hesitate; he started running toward the house. I followed him, watching him desperately reach the door. Rohan was shocked when he burst inside the house. Sweta Didi was lying on the bed, feigning injury, and Sital was sitting right next to her. Rohan knew Sital well; he knew she was Sweta's sister. Rohan looked scared and utterly confused, seeing Sital sitting next to Sweta instead of a doctor.
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