Narangi was a timid 16 year old when she entered his hostile Garage...filled up to the brim...unfortunately not with cars...but victims of ISC Mathematics and INDIAN SOCIETY BOARD MANIA.....
He was a Mathematics teacher in a prestigious school and his students flocked his Garage more than they ever went to school itself...It did not matter if they ever understood the problem..he would teach them the solution...and to know the solution was what propelled those overburdened ,malnutritioned and blind sheep to bear with his perversities, his lewd remarks, his nasty eyes and his foul breath
As Narangi sat there wondering why his hand rested with such ease on the other girl's lap, a student from his school, she could sense his eyes on her...the wolf was sniffing..but little did he know...this was not a prey..he had mistaken..
The first day...he dared to rest his hand on her shoulder..she shrugged it off....she asked him to explain the solution twice, thrice, when he couldn't ...she told him to try again the next day and left...she knew he was wrong..but she wasn't sure..maybe it was just a friendly gesture...after all he was her father's age...and were the other students mad?
The next day he complimented her.....The third day he took her palm in his filthy hands....the fourth day he called her in anotehr batch..when she reached there..she found herself sitting alone on the cushion....She could sense his heavy breath as she toiled hard to show him teh correct solution to the problem...yes the very problem that she showed to him on the first day.....she knew she was right..she was right all along...He was a Wolf, An Abuser and knew answers to problems but not the solutions ....
Before he could suggest his selfish interests in giving her that extra time, she suddenly got up and left...without a word...she spoke so much...she told him with her silent move that she coudl see through him and she wont let him have that advantage....
Next day she heard rumors in her class about the teacher having made moves on her...she was ripped apart with anger...but her friends supported her..they stood by her and trusted her...they maligned the teacher and asked her to ignore...but when the blood is young and thoughts are strong...some people dont give up so soon..and narangi was one of them..
They made a plan...the triumvirate, Narangi, X and Z....X and Z picked up Narangi from her place after school and together they went up to the teacher's house on the scooty...two fat girls and one who almost lost her leg that day(by hitting against a pole)....they fled through a sand storm and reached his place....
His son who was in his late twenties was standing outside...the three girls stood like cowboys and asked him to call his father...He did...maybe he knew what was coming...for the anxiety on his face gave immense pleasure to Narangi...As the balding stout man stood there..the three girls insulted and blamed him in front of his son...they made remarks as to how he had tainted the purity of teacher student relationship, broken children's trust..how he had brought shame upon himself, his son, his one year old grandson...
The man stood there...head held low...his son stood there...bewildered if not too shocked.....and the girls ...they smiled a cunning smile..the smile of victory, courage, responsibility and anger.....
The wolf had made a mistake...Narangi was not a prey...she was the predator herself....hunting for such men...to bring shame upon them and malign them publicly....to do what they do to others...cause mental harrassment...(after this incident rumors were spread that narangi had slapped the teacher...she was treated no less than a heroine by many)
A year or two after that...that teacher was suspended from school...and his tuition shut down.....the rest is not known....the wolf vanished....
As for Narangi and the otehr two, their fight is on...because there are more wolves in this world than the prey...and the predators of wolves are few
(this is a true story...identities have not been revealed for obvious reasons)
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