What if???...

Life throws situations at you..Sometimes the best of fairy tale fiction when life is your personal "jinny",then there are also dark,naked truths you reveal through a period that has the potential to tear your soul apart redefining your existence itself..
And here I was living a monotonous phase of life as of the blackboard in my classroom..same teachers,same students,same chalk n duster.
Neither  the blackboard closely visualizes a beautifully girl near it,nor me,and let's just not talk about view of fat ass of teacher's on its face..in a way I am luckier as it seems.
One such regular day,I dozed off after a tiring day at class and set up an alarm after 3 hours to wake up as that night I had to visit a friend's place by train for their college's cultural fest..
Dj playing some cool beats,food was delicious but costlier than gold. So me and my friends decided to have some food in nearby Dhaba,a very famous one in that locality and be back at dance floor..I was getting comfortable with the night getting older,even though being in an unknown city.Dim lights, music ,good food, jokes and friends help settling in,or I was just getting a little high with each drink served..
We were three and yes!I was 9 pegs down..dizzy and I knew this when my  friend passed out(luckily not dead) and his roommate started vomiting..the waiter helped two of us to some distance..after that, i had to take him to wash basin somehow as I wasn't too in my senses then.More importantly I had to pee  before my bladders bursted.
Who knew life had to turn the tables,demolishing my night at 12.30am.
As his roommate was vomiting,I stayed out at door..just next was a cute beautiful girl(loved her grey eyes) with a well built young man,rowdy by his looks..beards to specify,redend  eyes,may be because of smoking weeds,which i noticed while entering the Dhaba and there was also a frail boy keeping an eye on wanderers nearby,perfect sidekick,I would say.
They were arguing and suddenly the rowdy forcibly held her hand and slapped her..poor girl,I thought but the girl too didn't waste a sec in replying a slap back with double the intensity,making it all quite funny for me then and I had a good prolonged devilish laughter.
I know you all understand that it calls for a trouble,I am a fool and also that I wouldn't have messed up being in normal state.
The sidekick rushed towards me..held my collar and shouted,"what's so funny??".Thinking of my friends and unknown place,I said in calmest possible way"leave my collar and sorry for laughing"He flung his hand targeting me but I guarded in time.That pissed me enough to take him  down..but somehow I shooed him and left.                                              Walking back to our table,deep inside I wanted to punch that 5'4" tiny rascal hard.Turning back to check the friend's roommate whether he is fine..what I saw changed fate of the night,the rowdy dragging the girl inside ladies toilet and the sidekick covering the girl's mouth,she was trying her best to release herself but in vain against the strength of both of them and in no time,they were in,the door locked..
In a matter of minutes..from fantasizing my chances of wooing some girl's out there to a situation where a girl was molested behind a door and I was clueless.. Drunk and panic,but I was aware of what ugly things could follow next.I ran towards the door but due to swinging vision and stumbling legs,I fell twice ,crawled a few feet and banged the door shouting to leave her..shouting for help,praying God to give her strength for some time,for her self respect and dignity to be intact till I reach out help,but reaching at dhaba the small boy serving us on enquiring for people said owner and helper had left for food delivery at college and with them other 10 to 12 boys and girls present their too left on  hearing anouncement for star performer of the night,a Bollywood singer.The owner knew my friend and let him sleep on his bed and being unaware about five  of us at parking,he left.It was then 2  hours past 12 ,2 passed out friends,people already left for home,party song's of the fest growing louder and louder,the toilets located near parking 15-20 meters away from the Dhaba,and nearly 200 meter away from college compound..I remember saying the small boy"call everyone and say a girl has fainted in dhaba's toilet and there is no one to help"..I lied thinking someone might take "a girl being rapped " as a joke listening from a small boy..
With each passing time listening her begging, asking for forgiveness  inside while being beaten and violated cruelly. . I was in tears,howling, exhausted,restless and was losing hopes for her..But I had to get command over my senses or how had i answered my conscience after that night.
So i made myself to vomit inserting fingers in mouth,drowned my  head inside a bucket of water..crushed my hand with a stone..and with the pain the blooded hand caused me,I was back in my senses..
Now I knew what was to be done..
With the bike keys I ignited the bike raced it to the maximum I could  and crashed it with door,breaking it open and it hit the rowdy as he screamed with pain..
Composing myself after the crash,I barely stood up and there she was.
Tear drops flowing down her cheek ,violated marks on face and wrists..torn clothes and a invisible  shattered and horrified soul inside.
She was no one to me,nor did I know her or her backstory with the guy and i need not to save a girl's integrity but I was relieved to see,she kept fighting  like a lioness till the door was opened and kept her safe from what I dreaded most.I hit those scum with iron bucket till she asked for help in getting up..
I could see people coming over from far distance..we held each other's hand..tried to walk towards them and she hugged me and whispered "thank you"..That was the last I heard of her as I fainted after a rough night..suddenly I could hear my alarm..
Rubbing my eyes I woke up to realise it was a bad dream,it was the long nap after class and I had yet to visit the fest..
BUT  WHAT IF I HADN'T LOOKED BACK??WHAT ??IF I SAY THIS A REAL STORY SOMEWHERE MINUS THE HELP REACHING IN TIME..
I BELIEVE HUMAN ACTS ARE JUST PROBABILITY AND STATISTICS OF EMOTIONS  DIRECTLY PROPORTIONAL TO TRENDS IN SOCIETY (ALL OF US)..so I find myself responsible for each act of intolerance and hope to change the stereotypes..
Ending this with a thought,WHAT IF??SOMEDAY THE VICTIM IS YOU..