Framed

Divya was in the notary office since morning. She was here for an affidavit to change her name from Divya Jaiswal to Rebecca Roy. It was only a month ago she had started to go out of the house and had been a little active. It took her long for her to come out of the trauma which she went through after she lost her 10 years old son and her beloved husband, Mr. Divyakant Jaiswal.

Divya was 23-year-old damsel when she married Divyakant, an engineer by profession. They both were colleagues and fell for each other. They both were not just having similar names but were unique in every way and were one in a billion couple. When the fruit of their love was born, they named him Divyansh, as he was part of them. The love, the care and the concern they exchanged at their home were rare and they exemplary among all. But their cozy nest was disturbed and devastated by a callous storm within no time. They were fated to be together only for a little over a decade when an incident took both Divyakant and Divyansh’s life right in front of Divya’s own eyes. She was traumatized and had a nervous breakdown. Divya’s parents took her with them as she became a lifeless human of flesh and blood only. She withdrew herself completely from the outer world isolating herself in her room all alone.

Divya’s parents tried everything to bring their daughter’s normal mental state back by visiting many psychiatrists in the city. But her grief was so great that it took time for her to get out of it. “Ma’am, the papers are ready and you can just sign at the places where I put tick marks… right?” The notary officer asked politely. Divya nodded and quickly signed all the papers to get the procedure done. “Is that all, Mr. Sanyal?” She asked excitedly. “Yes Maam, all the formalities are over now. You are no more Divya Jaiswal but Ms. Rebecca Roy. ” He grinned extending his hand towards her to shake. She gave a wry smile to him expressing her gratitude with folded hands instead of shaking hands with him. She got up and walked out of the notary office with a new name, with a new identity for herself. “Enough is enough… I grieved a lot. Now I will do what I have to do. ” Rebecca was determined as she returned home.

Her parents were happy seeing her changed for better though they were confused about why she had to change her name. She joined a company as a receptionist instead of looking for job suiting to her qualifications. She started to socialise, meet people and make friends irrespective of their genders. She was only 38, and she has a long life to go ahead and she will do whatever she wants, Rebecca thought. She dressed provocatively, wore heavy make ups and started going to the bars, drinking with friends, returning home drunk or simply stayed all night without returning back to home. She has been deprived of so many things for last three years and now she was beyond anyone’s control. Her sudden change of behaviour along with her name made her parents worried again, though they never dared to ask her thinking this maybe her coping strategies to deal with her grief, her deep wound.

And Rebecca knowingly managed to avoid confronting them, she tried to maintain distance from them. The reason behind her behaviour was unknown to everyone around her. Rebecca soon became the most talked about personality in the dark world of some corrupted officers and the underworld dons of the city. She became the most desired of everyone’s heart. They all dreamt to spend one night at least with her but she was like a rarest of gem and was an enigma.  In different parties and clubs, she came in touch with many celebrities, govt authorities, officials and political leaders. Her pleasant as well as seductive personality had swept everyone off their feet. Her company boss wanted to throw her out of the job but her connections with higher officials and political people made him allow Rebecca a free pass to come and go off the office. It was one such occasions, the most corrupted government official of the whole city, Mr. Satish Kumar, the Assistant Commissioner of Police, had been eyeing Rebecca since the first night he saw her in a night club. None of the women in the club were as hot as this woman, he reckoned.

Rebecca was not so young but she was so gorgeous, and voluptuously beautiful that she was par above than everyone else around there. ACP Kumar wanted to have a taste of this woman tonight itself, before anyone else could even fancy their chances. He came closer to Rebecca from behind and whispered, “Hello, may I order a drink for you, Ma’am?”Rebecca was looking for this opportunity to seduce this man and she was jubilant to have him ensnared in her trap. ACP Kumar was a strong and handsome man. Apart from being just a corrupted officer he was a womaniser. He and his senior, the Commissioner of Police had direct connections with the underworld and there was no one who can really stand against them. And the woman - Rebecca Roy had already tasted power and influence. She was craving for it and tonight she was so close to grab this opportunity. “Yesssss…” She turned around and whispered back to him with a sensuous smile on her face. “It will be a pleasure to drink from…” She paused questioningly though she knew whom she was talking to. “I am ACP Kumar. You can call me Kumar, Ms. Roy. ” He could not take his eyes off her as he hinted the bottler to serve them drinks. That night, they drank and drank as they flirted and made lewd remarks on each other. When they could not resist anymore, Rebecca suggested to find a nest to hide their heads. “Why can’t you come over to my place, ACP Kumar?”

He followed her bedazzled by her aura as they both left the club. They were lip-locked before they could even get to her newly bought apartment. She fumbled to unlock the door as ACP Kumar was busy petting and fondling her. And finally, when they ended up on her bed, he got on top of her trying to undress her. But Rebecca asked him to undress first by saying, “Don’t you like my warm lips wrapped around your manhood, ACP?”He could not resist even a second but took off everything that he was wearing and stood completely naked, forcing her head to duck down between his thighs. But Rebecca was ready and quick to play her game which she had planned. She handcuffed him with his arms behind his back and pushed him on the bed while wearing that notoriously sensuous smile on her face. He sat down wondering what was she up to but he was extremely excited and aroused. “Ahhh…Fetishes han!!! You whore!!! I love it. ” He gave a wicked and lewd grin.

But Rebecca suddenly stopped smiling and was grave. She was looking like a woman possessed with rage and resentment. “Yeah, I have one fetish in my life now… and that’s your life, ACP Kumar. ” She said fuming. “What the fuck are you saying, you whore?” ACP Kumar yelled at her. “Don’t be impatient, ACP Kumar…” She said as she pushed him further on the bed and sat on his chest with her knees on both sides of his belly. “Do you remember Mr. Divyank Jaiswal and a boy named, Divyansh, ACP Kumar?” Rebecca whispered leaning forward on him, with a wicked grin as she brushed her lips thinly against ACP Kumar’s. ACP Kumar felt a chill in his spine for the first time and he made a failed attempt to move his head away from her as he replied stammering, “I. . I ree…remember…but how do you know them, Rebecca?”Rebecca burst into laughter looking down at ACP Kumar. “You are so fucking cute, ACP Kumar. You could not recognise the woman you so wanted to fuck while she was grieving for her husband and son?”“Yo… You’re Mrs. Divya Jaiswal…?” He asked in shock. “No, fuck… she was dead right that time, you bastard. You not only killed her husband and son but you killed her as well.

You murdered Divyank, Divyansh and Divya Jaiswal and went free without being punished for what you did. ” Rebecca roared like a devouring lioness. She still remembers what happened on that fateful day when all three of them were having a fun time on their dinner table. There was a sudden commotion outside and a knock at their door. Divyank got up from his seat to check while the curious Divyansh followed his father overtaking him to reach the door. When Divyank opened the door, he was shot twice right there without a clue. And unfortunately, one shot hit the father on his chest, the other hit the son on his head who suddenly came between his father and the shooter. They both fell on the ground in a pool of blood with Divya running frantically towards them. She screamed and yelled holding their bloodied bodies as the men in uniform stood there wondering how to cover up the blunder they did. It was ACP Kumar who shot at them suspecting Divyank as a terrorist following a misinformed lead to a case he was on. But what he and the police commissioner did later was shameful and horrific as they tried to save their own asses and escape a definite punishment.

They not only denied of the blunder they did because of the misinformation but also framed the dead innocent Divyank as a terrorist linking him to the one, they were actually looking for. To top it all, when Divya’s parents tried to stand up for their dead innocent son, ACP Kumar and the chief molested their unstable and traumatic daughter, threatening all of them and asked them to keep their mouths shut forever. And they did, she did, though not forever but for only three years…When Divya arose from her depressive state of mind, it was the decision and determination to clean her wounds by punishing these two perpetrators gave her the reason to live, and live in style. She decided, what the subtle and soft housewife

Divya could not do, Rebecca Roy, the most desired will accomplish it for a husband, his wife and their son. Rebecca was lost in thoughts for a split second when ACP Kumar took the opportunity to push her off his body, pinning her down on the bed with his free legs and with the weight of his body. “Now, what, you will punish me? How, you bitch?” He yelled looking angrily at her groaning face. “I will frame you as a criminal rightfully as you had framed my innocent husband to save your and your boss’s asses. I got him arrested two days ago which you are still unaware of, and I will get you killed tonight by your own fellow officers. ” She laughed hysterically but the angry ACP dodged his head hard on hers, hurting her…But Rebecca was determined and quick, she was uncontrollable that night. She was in utter pain but she with all her strength pushed him off, reaching to the alarm bell by the bedside somehow, and pressed it. As it was planned, there came the same uniformed men barging into the room, fired at the ACP who was trying to rape and almost about to kill a woman of dignity and respect. ACP Kumar was framed tactfully by some good officials who were looking for cleaning the mess in the department for a long time and Rebecca Roy offered a hand to fulfil theirs as well as her own mission. The next morning when she came back to her parents, she hugged them and wept. They could not understand anything till she explained everything what all she was doing for last couple of months as Rebecca Roy. She was at peace now as she could bring justice for her beloveds by framing their murderers.