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Three days after Rachna and I broke up for good, I found a bunch of policemen in my house. They explained to me that they had received a first information report (FIR) for raping a woman. I demanded to know who I raped. Initially they were reluctant to disclose the information, but later they said that the FIR was registered by Rachna. I suspected as much. God, this woman had turned nasty. I asked them to come to my study so that I could ‘explain’ my side. Police also told me that they had ‘material evidence’ against me, as they collected semen traces while performing a medical examination, which confirmed that intercourse happened. Ma and Kajal were inside the house, and I did not want her to know the nasty side of Rachna.
I told them how the proposal came from her father, who was a business associate. Following his invitation, I went to his house, where I met Rachna and had an intimate moment there. Thereafter, Rachna came over to my house and we had ‘consensual’ sex. Not once, but several times. Sometimes, it numbered to three to four times each night. Finally, when it came to the decision to marry her, we had a few disagreements over the money and legacy matters. She wanted a big chunk of my wealth for herself and her daughter, and also wanted to interfere with my personal life, to which I did not agree. So, it was all the case of ‘sour grapes’ and that is why she decided to mentally torment me by filing an FIR.
Police understood, but because it was the case involving a woman, they could not let me go so easily. They said that they believed me, but their hands were bound. I told them that I can prove that Rachna used to came here on her own accord. The police told me that any such proofs will involve hard evidence. I agreed and told them that I had hard evidence. They asked me to show the evidence. I told them because of security reasons, I had several security cameras installed in my house, and that we maintained video backup of from one month, which is within the time-limit of our short affair.
On their request, I showed them one video recording after the other. Where Rachna could be seen happily coming to my house, greeting me with kisses when she arrived, hugging me, squeezing my hands, and kissing me goodbyes when she left. It was definitely not a woman who was repeatedly raped. She was definitely not a woman who could be made fool of, if she could think of filing a false FIR. Policemen jovially told me to stay clear of such women, otherwise this could spell trouble for me. The inspector even suggested that I took some legal counsel as well, as he feared that their closing the FIR might not go down well with Rachna. I thanked him for the advice, and they took their leave.
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Rachna’s below the belt harassment tactics angered me. I had never been so angry in my life. I decided to teach her a lesson. I called Rachna. Initially she showed me a great attitude and told me that she would make me walk on my all fours. I told her that my proposed meeting was regarding this and that what I was going to say to her was of great benefit to her. As if doing me a great favor, she agreed to meet.
We met at an outside café. She wore a pair of jeans and shirt. She looked sexy.
“Thank you for coming.” I said, when I saw her and stretched out my hand to shake her hand. But she did not take it.
“Why did you call me here? What do you have to say?” she maintained her snooty attitude.
“Rachna, please listen to me patiently and carefully,” I started with great restraint, even though I was very angry, "because I will say it only once and it is in your best interest to listen to me properly and understand what I have to say."
I said it in a seething manner, which made her to take a backseat and listen to me.
“What you did with the FIR was a very bad move. It was disrespectful, demeaning, and showed that you are a lowly woman.”
She wanted to say something, but I interjected, “So, I gave those police people video evidences from each of your visit to my house. You see, I have several security cameras installed in my house in case there are burglars and thieves sneaking in to my house. Those videos came in very handy to reject your fake accusations. You see, in none of those videos you look like a woman who was raped. So, your charges won’t hold.”
Rachna opened her mouth to say something, but I continued, “I don’t know whom you dealt with in the past, but I am not that person. I am in business and many times I have to deal with pieces of shit like you… now listen to me very carefully, if you want to persist with this, I have a little something for you.”
I took out a pen-drive from my pocket and put it on the table in front of her,
“This is a video footage from inside my room. It shows how you are having torrid sex with me several times, WILLINGLY. I don’t seem like raping you, because you, one, came to my house willingly, two, initiated sex with me, three, we did it repeatedly, and four, you even let me enjoy suckling your breasts… so you see, your rape charges will not stick. This is a hard evidence. And I have more such videos. If you continue down the path to destroy me or any person from my household, I will do much bigger damage to you.”
This was a loaded threat. Rachna must understand that I was not a pussy who she could push around at her will. I was willing to give the hurt back and hard. If the push came to shove, she should understand, I could even leak those videos on the dark-net. Then her life was destroyed forever. Damaging others had personal repercussions, and Rachna should understand that. I said and left Rachna hyperventilating.
That would mark the end of the Rachna chapter in my life.
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I told them how the proposal came from her father, who was a business associate. Following his invitation, I went to his house, where I met Rachna and had an intimate moment there. Thereafter, Rachna came over to my house and we had ‘consensual’ sex. Not once, but several times. Sometimes, it numbered to three to four times each night. Finally, when it came to the decision to marry her, we had a few disagreements over the money and legacy matters. She wanted a big chunk of my wealth for herself and her daughter, and also wanted to interfere with my personal life, to which I did not agree. So, it was all the case of ‘sour grapes’ and that is why she decided to mentally torment me by filing an FIR.
Police understood, but because it was the case involving a woman, they could not let me go so easily. They said that they believed me, but their hands were bound. I told them that I can prove that Rachna used to came here on her own accord. The police told me that any such proofs will involve hard evidence. I agreed and told them that I had hard evidence. They asked me to show the evidence. I told them because of security reasons, I had several security cameras installed in my house, and that we maintained video backup of from one month, which is within the time-limit of our short affair.
On their request, I showed them one video recording after the other. Where Rachna could be seen happily coming to my house, greeting me with kisses when she arrived, hugging me, squeezing my hands, and kissing me goodbyes when she left. It was definitely not a woman who was repeatedly raped. She was definitely not a woman who could be made fool of, if she could think of filing a false FIR. Policemen jovially told me to stay clear of such women, otherwise this could spell trouble for me. The inspector even suggested that I took some legal counsel as well, as he feared that their closing the FIR might not go down well with Rachna. I thanked him for the advice, and they took their leave.
******
Rachna’s below the belt harassment tactics angered me. I had never been so angry in my life. I decided to teach her a lesson. I called Rachna. Initially she showed me a great attitude and told me that she would make me walk on my all fours. I told her that my proposed meeting was regarding this and that what I was going to say to her was of great benefit to her. As if doing me a great favor, she agreed to meet.
We met at an outside café. She wore a pair of jeans and shirt. She looked sexy.
“Thank you for coming.” I said, when I saw her and stretched out my hand to shake her hand. But she did not take it.
“Why did you call me here? What do you have to say?” she maintained her snooty attitude.
“Rachna, please listen to me patiently and carefully,” I started with great restraint, even though I was very angry, "because I will say it only once and it is in your best interest to listen to me properly and understand what I have to say."
I said it in a seething manner, which made her to take a backseat and listen to me.
“What you did with the FIR was a very bad move. It was disrespectful, demeaning, and showed that you are a lowly woman.”
She wanted to say something, but I interjected, “So, I gave those police people video evidences from each of your visit to my house. You see, I have several security cameras installed in my house in case there are burglars and thieves sneaking in to my house. Those videos came in very handy to reject your fake accusations. You see, in none of those videos you look like a woman who was raped. So, your charges won’t hold.”
Rachna opened her mouth to say something, but I continued, “I don’t know whom you dealt with in the past, but I am not that person. I am in business and many times I have to deal with pieces of shit like you… now listen to me very carefully, if you want to persist with this, I have a little something for you.”
I took out a pen-drive from my pocket and put it on the table in front of her,
“This is a video footage from inside my room. It shows how you are having torrid sex with me several times, WILLINGLY. I don’t seem like raping you, because you, one, came to my house willingly, two, initiated sex with me, three, we did it repeatedly, and four, you even let me enjoy suckling your breasts… so you see, your rape charges will not stick. This is a hard evidence. And I have more such videos. If you continue down the path to destroy me or any person from my household, I will do much bigger damage to you.”
This was a loaded threat. Rachna must understand that I was not a pussy who she could push around at her will. I was willing to give the hurt back and hard. If the push came to shove, she should understand, I could even leak those videos on the dark-net. Then her life was destroyed forever. Damaging others had personal repercussions, and Rachna should understand that. I said and left Rachna hyperventilating.
That would mark the end of the Rachna chapter in my life.
****
