MaFeCet

Chris’s hands trembled as he raised his face from a microscope. His trembled hands went in search of water. He gulped down a tumbler of cold water. ‘What the heck is this! How the hell did I miss such a crucial information?’. “Eddwarrrddddddddd….come here. Its urgent”, cried Dr. Christopher Hauley, Head of Research and Development, MIT, USA. He was the headlines of the media few weeks before. That was when he found the rare and the most important drug, that one couldn’t have ever imagined in his entire life time. But it is the same drug that is going to floor him today. Edward McLean, Junior Research Analyst who is also the student of Chris came rushing in on hearing the shrill cry of Chris. Edward’s face went pale on reading the report Chris handed him over.

Neha Padwal tried adjusting the new salwar she got few days back. She felt bile juices flowing in the entire digestive system. Today her family is going to meet Ankit Sinha’s family. The Sinha’s selected Neha as the potrntial candidate/victim after filtering some 100 potential horror-scopes..err.. sorry for the typing error. It is actually horoscope, which not only reflects the position of the stars, also depicts the financial position of many girls. Than the former, the latter is the main factor the horoscope’s place is determined. Either the bin or the pooja room. Neha’s face was red. She felt shy, happy, sad, all at the same time. This is the first time, her horoscope got selected and her family has been called for an informal get-together. She felt a cold air near her ear lobe. “Hi Neha..”, ‘It is him’, she thought. “mmmmm….”.”You are beautiful. Do you like me? Shall I accept for this marriage?”. She mumbled with anxiety and happiness the same ‘mmmm’ and Ankit proudly told that he likes the bride-to-be.

“How we could have missed this vital point Chris. Am completely flabbergasted. If only….”. Chris ptiched in, stared Edward and said, ”For Christ’s Sake Eddie. No If’s, Buts’ and could have’s! Could you please think of a possible solution so that we could prevent that mishap!”. Edward took the paper, glanced it one more time and kept it in his pocket and reached for the same tumbler Chris used few minutes back. After a minute of deep thinking, Eddie raised his face only to find Chris’ deep blue eyes staring him. Suddenly all the blood rushed to his face on this stare. He always felt this effect on Chris’ stare. With all the confidence, he tried piecing his ideas. “How many people have taken in the drug eddie?”, asked Chris by caressing his bald head. “Four”, replied Edward in a hurry. Before Chris could proceed on with his questions, eddie replied, ”I will personally try to catch the four people chris”. Chris' lips widened a bit and a smile came out, with his hands reaching the tumbler.

"Kabhi kabhi aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai" ringed Neha's mobile. Ankit's face with  a broad smile flashed in Neha's mobile. She grabbed it immediately before anyone could see it. "Neha darling! Love you some much. Feel like hearing your voice. Speak something!", whispered Ankit. Neha's face flushed with shyness. This is the first time a guy is telling that he loves her. "Mmmmm....", mumbled Neha. "Honey, please speak something na?". "I too like you annn...ankittt". Ankit smiled on hearing it. It went on for days and days before their engagement. They both shared their intimate secrets with each other. Neha felt so happy. She was experiencing the power of love from her man.

The drug Dr. Christopher Hauley discovered is MaFeCet. After the most famous vaginoplasty surgery (Surgery to convert a man into woman), when MafeCet is injected into the body, the male hormone, Testosterone get suppressed and it increases the female hormones estrogen and progesterone in the body. Only after getting the approval from the four patients Chris injected the medicine. Only few hours back he found that the medicine spreads into the body of the male who have sexual intercourse with the converted girl. After this crucial finding, Chris' only job was to find the four person and stop them from having any relationship.

Rishi Padwal, Neha's dad kept the phone with tensed hands and wiped the sweat off his brows. His gaze met Neha's smiling eyes. Neha's saw Ankit's residence number and her instinct told the call would be regarding her engagement ring. Would Ankit's parents had made her dad to pay the entire amount for the engagement. Such a heavy amount for a night watchman would be so high. Neha reached her dad's easy-chair, sat near him in the floor and looked questioningly. Rishi kept his hand on neha's head and told the most shocking news of her lifetime. Ankit's parents saw a wealthy-educated girl for their and going to engage them tomorrow. That girl has finished M.B.B.S in USA. Neha felt the world around her were crashing on her. Her hands fumbled and like a pre rehearsed thing she called Ankit's number. But it was switched off. After 48 hours of trying, Ankit attended her call and spoke everything before Neha could open her mouth. "Listen Neha, I liked you the moment I saw you. But when I saw that girl for the first thought that crossed my mind was my career. I accept we spoke too much. Sorry for everything, Goodbye and all the very best". The manly voice of Ankit which Neha liked so much once seemed the most awkward voice she had ever heard. Ankit had created the same effect a tornado would create.

Edward came rushing in Chris' room and exclaimed, "Hey Chris, Mailed all the four guys and called 3 of them. But....". Chris beamed and the 'but' made him bit uneasy. Understanding Chris' look, Edward continued, "The last one Karun Gupta was your student". On hearing the name, Chris gave a familiar look and replied Edward, "Yeah, Karun, He wanted to experience the life being a girl and voluntarily came and injected the drug. What's up with him Eddie?". Edward swallowed the lump in his throat and continued, "Karun finished his studied and left the country". While all these conversations were going on in the laboratory, here in India, in all the gazette records Karun Gupta was being changed to Karishma Gupta. Karishma got married to Ankit Sinha. Ankit eyed Karishma who was happily sleeping by his side. He thought about all the things that happened last night and closed his face with his hands, with his cheeks turning red in shy.

With Love,

D-Day

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Wajeed took the old black robe and wore it with pride. It was the D-Day. He never wanted this day to come in his life. In fact he never imagined. The whole country will be witnessing this. Every news channel will telecast. He took the thick glass with his shaking hands. 'The hands are shaking. Is it because of my impending age or this day?', thought Wajeed. He saw the old clock above the Teak cabinet. 'Time to leave this room and face the reality. Fine.. Let me go'.

Wajeed Iqbal, is the Chief justice of India (CJoI). He felt, he rose to this esteemed position because of the unbiased justice he gave. God wanted to check his fairness. That's why now he is here to give the final judgement, which the entire nation is expecting. The accused is Wajeed's only son Shafkhat - Shafkhat Iqbal. Before 3 years, Wajeed sent him out of the house for cheating with the college people and faking the marks. He expected that Shafkhat will return the next day. But to everyone's dismay he never returned.

Wajeed's family was doomed the day when the nation faced the worst terror attacks. It was Aaliya, Shafkhat's mom who first identified Shafkhat's face which was being televised in the news channels. After Wajeed threw him away from the home, Shafkhat joined a terrorist group. It was the same terrorist group that made the entire country witness a worst havoc. Many Jihad's died in that operation and he was caught alive by the police. The case was shifted to the supreme court and Wajeed has to give the final judgement.

Today Morning - Wajeed was standing before the mirror looking at his bloodshot eyes. He spent the entire night reading and re-reading all the law books wanting a single point that could save Shafkhat from the ropes. But law didn't provide a single hole that he could use to save Shafkhat from the ropes. Aaliya saw him from the corner of the room and came near him. She touched his shoulder. The mere touch sent a current through his veins and he turned back instantly and searched answers to his questions. She wiped his tears and told, "Allah will give you the courage and he will make you to give the right judgement Wajeed. But remember one thing, Shafkhat is our only son and I know you love him more than I do". Wajeed saw her as the epitome of motherliness. He got ready for facing the truth.

Now (Inside the Court) - The prosecutor was arguing and examining all the eye-witness. Shafkhat was standing with his head bent down. Wajeed wanted to save his son. But he is the CJoI. Here, he is the representative of 1000's of people who lost their kith and kin. He is the only ray of hope for them. They wanted justice, they wanted Shafkhat's death. Their rage told them all. Aaliya's unspoken words conflicted with his inner thoughts.

He was sitting oblivious to the courtroom. None of the sections, the prosecutor told registered in his mind. Every nerve of him wanted to save Shafkhat, though he is a terrorist. His mind had a dirty thought (Red) of saving his son, telling some fake reasons. If he choose that decision, the entire nation will spat on him. But his son will be alive. Aaliya would be happy. On the other hand, If he deters his previous decision (pink), Shafkhat will be behind the bars, counting his last days. The entire nation would be happy for Wajeed. But he cant face Aaliya after his gruesome decision. His level of prejudice is being checked here. The straight line between the two, Red and Pink decides it all. It makes him either human or demon. Suddenly, he was relieved of thoughts. He took a decision, The decision he wanted (yellow inside the head). He was happy. Extremely happy.

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

With Love,

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P.S : This is just a Fiction and It may differ from the actual rules of Indian Judiciary. Kindly Excuse me.