15-10-2019, 08:02 PM
Khatun Begum said,”yes, I have a boyfriend, ousted from '. community for riding bike being a girl,drinking whiskey, wearing jeans, not having Naqab. I earn well from security agency. Here I feels free, in a village 20km from here I am in love with a bengali boy, i help his family and widow mother financially. I will nikahhim as per '. law and after that he will stay as '. woman, from now on he is wearing burkha ,cooks beef biriyani mughlai. He does all household chores and reading ,,.,.We will meet him on route."
Bipasha praised Khatun Begum for her determination.Morning Khatun Begum on her her honda lead Bipasha on her royal enfield. It was a short journey to near by village, in a small cottage all stoped. Aburkha clad person welcomed them inside, from his tone he was a man, Khatun Begum introduced him as her lover boy. It was ,,., time both Khatun Begum and her lover boy named Sumit Sen( a bengalibrahmin) offered ,,.,. Bipasha took interview of Sumit Sen how he being a bengali ***** agreed tolive life of '. woman dutifully. Sumit said he prefers to be named as Sumit Khatun Begum. He hadcooked tasty beef roast, Bipasha and khatun begumgulped these beef meat. Sumit continued,” 3 year before i was a bengali boy with my widow mother, working as a hotel boy, earning hand to mouth. Hotel being near to border notorious for assembly of drugs and arms smuggler. In one bad day in my front they killed a security officer who was folowing them, i was only witness, so they wanted to eliminate me, i ranthrough fields but in short arrived on road, i saw a girl in red salwar suit riding herohonda CBZ bike. I narrated her all story and requested to take a lift to nearby security officer station. The girl was khatunBegum.She asked me to sit on front of her holding me tightly, i was shivering in fear i didas she had told.I hugged this salwar clad girl, i told her to ride 1
st as 8 men in 4 bullet bikes coming towards them.Khatun begum picked a cigarette from her bra lighted it said me to hold this cigarette on her mouth,from her punjabi she had hidden two glocks, she reloaded and checked it. In a zoom she accelerated to the bikes, i was fearing hugging her, she now left the handle around 100 metre from my pursuers she fired bullets, i felt like i was going deaf and numb. Bullets hit head of two riders on front, the two bikes collided and slided. Again two more gun shot next two riders dead and their bullets fell. Now she stopped bike, i was still hugging her from front like a child. She carried me like a baby, and two more bullets from glock i heard sharp cry from two more men lying dead. One man was getting composurehandling his gun he was neutralized by Khatun Begum. She was my Rambo, she was cool, still smokingfrom those lips. She fired another round to legs of only one survivor. He could not move asfor security officer willtake him and get information. She coolly looked around mess, blood, 5 men were having bullet hole intheir forehead, it was clean headshot that too on a moving motorcycle on to target of another movingmotorcycle. I could not watch the blood soaked bodies, i felt like puke, Khatun Begum calmed me sayingshe does not want her salwar punjabi to be soiled by my puke, better i keep my eyes closed. She took another cigarette and blew it on air watching carefully on dead bodies and one wringling body.She kept her feet on injured man’s hand slowly crushing it till his bones cracked, she said now security officer will come and take custody of him, he can not run neither can make phone call or commit suicide. She carried me on to her bike and started, in 1 km she asked me to open my eyes, asked my name and home. She dropped me at my home, i hugged my mother and narrated all to her. My mother praised the girl much. I requested her to stay at my home be my guest for today and i am still afraid, her presence will be assurance to both me and my mother.
Bipasha praised Khatun Begum for her determination.Morning Khatun Begum on her her honda lead Bipasha on her royal enfield. It was a short journey to near by village, in a small cottage all stoped. Aburkha clad person welcomed them inside, from his tone he was a man, Khatun Begum introduced him as her lover boy. It was ,,., time both Khatun Begum and her lover boy named Sumit Sen( a bengalibrahmin) offered ,,.,. Bipasha took interview of Sumit Sen how he being a bengali ***** agreed tolive life of '. woman dutifully. Sumit said he prefers to be named as Sumit Khatun Begum. He hadcooked tasty beef roast, Bipasha and khatun begumgulped these beef meat. Sumit continued,” 3 year before i was a bengali boy with my widow mother, working as a hotel boy, earning hand to mouth. Hotel being near to border notorious for assembly of drugs and arms smuggler. In one bad day in my front they killed a security officer who was folowing them, i was only witness, so they wanted to eliminate me, i ranthrough fields but in short arrived on road, i saw a girl in red salwar suit riding herohonda CBZ bike. I narrated her all story and requested to take a lift to nearby security officer station. The girl was khatunBegum.She asked me to sit on front of her holding me tightly, i was shivering in fear i didas she had told.I hugged this salwar clad girl, i told her to ride 1
st as 8 men in 4 bullet bikes coming towards them.Khatun begum picked a cigarette from her bra lighted it said me to hold this cigarette on her mouth,from her punjabi she had hidden two glocks, she reloaded and checked it. In a zoom she accelerated to the bikes, i was fearing hugging her, she now left the handle around 100 metre from my pursuers she fired bullets, i felt like i was going deaf and numb. Bullets hit head of two riders on front, the two bikes collided and slided. Again two more gun shot next two riders dead and their bullets fell. Now she stopped bike, i was still hugging her from front like a child. She carried me like a baby, and two more bullets from glock i heard sharp cry from two more men lying dead. One man was getting composurehandling his gun he was neutralized by Khatun Begum. She was my Rambo, she was cool, still smokingfrom those lips. She fired another round to legs of only one survivor. He could not move asfor security officer willtake him and get information. She coolly looked around mess, blood, 5 men were having bullet hole intheir forehead, it was clean headshot that too on a moving motorcycle on to target of another movingmotorcycle. I could not watch the blood soaked bodies, i felt like puke, Khatun Begum calmed me sayingshe does not want her salwar punjabi to be soiled by my puke, better i keep my eyes closed. She took another cigarette and blew it on air watching carefully on dead bodies and one wringling body.She kept her feet on injured man’s hand slowly crushing it till his bones cracked, she said now security officer will come and take custody of him, he can not run neither can make phone call or commit suicide. She carried me on to her bike and started, in 1 km she asked me to open my eyes, asked my name and home. She dropped me at my home, i hugged my mother and narrated all to her. My mother praised the girl much. I requested her to stay at my home be my guest for today and i am still afraid, her presence will be assurance to both me and my mother.
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