Story: Reciprocation of help.

The van driver has brought the seriously injured naked girl wrapped in his towel to a nearby nursing home.

Story: Reciprocation of help.

The van driver has brought the seriously injured naked girl wrapped in his towel to a nearby nursing home. The girl is writhing in unbearable pain, but the nursing home staff is backing away after seeing the patient's condition. It looks like a rape case, and the police will have to deal with her.

Who is guilty?

They ask the van driver, Where did you bring her from? Who did this to her?

The van driver said, I was bringing the van through the field, and suddenly I heard the girl's cries from inside the hut and brought her.

Then they say, Are you telling the truth, or did you do something bad yourself and now bring her here like a good person? Tell me the truth.

The van driver says, Oh, shh shh, it's a sin to hear such things. I have a daughter of her age at home. So, I couldn't stay there any longer, seeing her lying there.

Two or three policemen have already arrived after receiving a call from the nursing home. A policeman said, What, you are acting so sad; are you going to tell the truth or will you are kidding us?

The van driver grabbed a policeman's leg and said, Hujur, believe me. I left home in the morning with the van. I haven't said anything yet. Will I lie to you? I'm telling the truth; I don't know anything.

The policeman then shooed him away with a stick and said, Don't come and show us that nonsense, understand?

The van driver said, Well, if you don't believe me, then hear it from the girl's mouth. First, give her a chance to get treatment. Let her recover a little, then maybe you'll hear it from her mouth.

The police then took a few pictures of the girl and the van driver. He told the van driver, Today you will stay at the police station until we know the truth.

The van driver said, Babu, I eat day after day. My family looks at my face. I take care of everything by pulling this van. If the income stops, no one will have food today. Don't keep me; please let me go.

But who listens to whom? The simple van driver did not understand that he would have to face such a situation while helping the helpless people. He had to sit helplessly at the police station.

Meanwhile, after giving the girl first aid, he was questioned about who is responsible for this extreme incident.

The girl said, Babu, the son of our village headman, and his three friends are responsible for my situation.

The police of the police station have a very good relationship with the headman of the village. They get everything from the fish in the pond, fresh vegetables from the field, and fruits from the garden. So, he scolded the girl and said, Girl, don't talk nonsense at all.

The girl said, I am not talking nonsense; why would I talk nonsense? Does any girl just say these things?

The police scolded her and said, Hey, why would I talk nonsense? You were talking to make money.

The police then asked, "Who taught you to say these things, van driver?

The girl said, " no. No one taught me. They took me away, and while saying this, the girl started crying.

The police said, "The what happened? Tell me, why are you crying?

The girl said—they beat me up one by one—and I can't tell you anymore.

The police said you have to tell us the whole story; otherwise, how will we punish the guilty?

The girl said they tortured me.

The police said, "What kind of torture? How did they beat you? Or did they drag you out by the hair?

The girl said, " no, they didn't do any of that. They robbed me of my body.

The police asked—I still didn't understand properly—I have to tell the police frankly and clearly.

The girl said, "The ruined me; don't you understand when you see me?

What more can I say frankly than this?

The police then said, Well, I understand that; then why didn't you scream when they were torturing you? Were you enjoying the fun quietly?

The girl said, They tied my mouth.

The police said, Well, how long were they involved with you? Fifteen minutes, or less?

The girl said, I don't know anything; maybe I don't remember.

The police said, Do you have any proof that Morol's son and his friends raped you?

The girl said, I didn't have a mobile phone; could I have taken a picture even if I had?

The police said, If you have intelligence, many things can happen.

Did you have any flirtation or love affair with that Morol's son?

The girl said, No, I knew him just like that. Sir, they probably knew—my parents had gone to my sister's in-laws' house. I was returning home after closing my father's tea shop in the evening. At that time, they were standing on the empty street talking.

The police said, Then?

The girl said, Then one of them stopped my bicycle, then forcibly dragged me to that hut.

The police said, Then your parents don't know yet.

The girl said, No, I will return this afternoon.

How will I show my face? What face will I show in front of them?

Moreover, those people have threatened me—if I tell anyone, they will kill me. They even said they would kill my parents.

The police said, Then what do you want? Do you want everyone in the house to die, or do you want to live?

The girl said, I want to live. I want to keep my parents alive too.

The police said, Then listen to what we are saying with open ears. And you will do what we say. That will be good for you.

The girl said, Tell me what to do.

The police said, Now we are bringing that van driver here from the police station. I will ask you in front of him: Who is to blame for your situation? You will say—that van driver made you feel this way.

The girl said, I can't tell such a big false accusation, such a big lie in the name of a man of that father's age.

The police said, "The you will die too, and kill your parents too. I will remember one thing: if you hurt the village headman, you will not be able to live in the village. Everyone will have to starve to death. But if you blame the van driver, you will be able to stay in the village in good health. In addition, we will arrange to get some money from the headman. But yes, you will have to keep your mouth shut. If you open your mouth, there will be a terrible danger, and we will not be able to save you from that danger.

Then the police, as usual, brought the van driver from the police station. The girl's parents were also called. The village headman was also called. A policeman got ready to video the whole thing on his mobile.

Then the police asked the girl in front of everyone, "Tel me who tortured you like this. Don't be afraid; we are here. Tell the truth without fear. We will punish the real culprit, whoever he is.

The girl looked at the police, at her parents, at the van driver, and at the village headman, and kept her head down.

The police said, "Tell me what happened; don't waste time. Tell me who is responsible."

The girl pointed her finger at the van driver and said, "This man has ruined me. This man took me to the bush and tortured me mercilessly. You should punish him."

The innocent van driver felt as if thunderbolt had struck him!

He heard that! The one he had forgotten about earning all day and considered his daughter, he had brought to the nursing home for treatment.

The little money he had saved was deposited in the nursing home for the girl's treatment. And the girl said, "Is that the culprit?"

She sat down on the ground and said, "Mom, what are you talking about? I brought you here; I saved you. You are making the one who saved your life from death guilty!"

Readers, tell me, "Who is guilty? The headman's son and his friends?" That girl, or the van driver? Or is it the power of money? Poverty? Police or society?