"Forgive me, Please", he said, stressing on 'P', while I looked at him with a heart as cold as ice, with eyes that radiated fury, with arms that were not ready to listen to my mind, I did not ask him to do anything, he did it on his own, he tried to get back onto his feat, whimpering in the process, avoiding any kind of eye contact with me, and I stood right in front of him, seeing him negotiate the force of gravity, I allowed him to lift himself up a bit, and struck his hips with a fierce blow of my belt, which was itself showing signs of rupture, "Help me, don't try to kill me, please", again he stressed on 'P', and I was enjoying the game, his 'please' were bringing a sadistic joy to my being, I nodded my head when he tried to look up at me, subtly making an assertion that there wasn't a tomorrow for him, his end was eminent, and he was at my mercy, I struck the belt hard again, on his nose this time, and he cried in pain, covering his left eye and the nose to get rid of the sudden agony from the blow. "Why Ankur? Why are you doing this?", I half smiled to myself, Karma I thought, his answers were not in words that he expected out of me, his answers were in his own actions, "Why did you do that with me Abhishek?", I spoke monotonously, without bringing any emotion, I was not going weak looking at his condition.
"Why did I do what? You are walking, your arm is fine now, but what you are doing to me will make me invalid", he asserted shamelessly. "Negotiating! Are you? Trying to tell me that what you did could not result in a permanent injury and that is why I should forgive you? Why did you hit me with belt over my injured elbow when I asked you not to? When I said that we are not enemies. When I said that its paining like hell. Why did you hit me then? Did I not tell you that I will return and inflict harm to you, that I would make you fear my existence one day? Why did you not believe me then?"
He started sobbing, crying like a little schoolgirl, "Mistake" he whispered, his pain was making him confess his crime, "Abhishek, Ankur never forgets or forgives, he lets you be, till you forget him, and then he strikes", I told him again, I told him this when he hit me with a belt for the third time that day, but off course pride did not give way to sanity then, today there was no pride, only rationality between us, the enemies who never were.
"I am sorry Ankur, tell me a way in which I can make amends, I would clean your shoes for the rest of our lives if you insist, but leave me now, allow me to go, please", the 'p' again, and I struck him with the belt again, on his head this time, he fluttered like a injured dog, his screams were piercing my ear, but were not affecting my hands while I continued to hit him, "Go, go away" I said, "you've had enough and make this personal and you shall not be forgiven", for once I thought I should show some mercy, block me out of this revenge that I was inwardly enjoying.
He got up, limping he walked away from me, and when he thought he was safe he turned back to see me in the eye, "You'll see the consequences", the rage was clear but it was mixed with fear, I asked Rohan to start his bike, and he did, while I rode pillion, rushing towards Abhishek as he tried running seeing that I wasn't done, but his hips were rather damaged to allow him to achieve such physical feats, "You have the guts?" I asked as I neared him, and hit him again on his hips, much stronger than I attempted to earlier, the belt broke into two pieces, and he fell on the ground, the impact was tremendous, there was a loud noise and some small sharp stones pierced his face, the blood oozed out and I hit him again on his face this time, he did not know what to hold, how to ease himself out of the pain that would have been unbearable now. "Leave him Ankur, he'd die", Rohan said calmly, but I was not done, I spit on his face, once, twice, "Touch me, or any of my men again, and I'd do this to you in front of your parents", I told him, Rohan reversed the direction of the bike and I hopped in, looking back at Abhishek, but he did not attempt looking at us, the only time our eyes met, for a split second, I again spit on the road
