In a rainy evening in Delhi, India, a guy in a BMW S Series car (stopped in a parking lot), in car the guy with black glasses and his driver watching a grocery store.
Suddenly, a boy came out of the store. He was a beggar from looks, wearing dirty rags, dirty mud all over his face, with a polithin on his shoulder filled with garbage.
From looks, pale skin, looking sick from not getting proper nutrition from food or is he even getting the food?
Boy came out of the store. The BMW owner gesture him with his hand 👏🏼 to come.
The boy came close to the car, shivering by cold rain.
Boy expected owner to give him clothes or food by looking at his car, but the owner completely ignored his shivering and asked nothing.
Owner just take off his Rolex wrist watch and give it to the boy saying,
"U, come to this address. We talk."
Boy took the Rolex, and when boy even could ask a question, car left. He's in shock .
He ran, thinking Rolex would get broken or stop working in rain 🌧️. He hid the Rolex in his rags, covering with both hands, finding place where there's no rain falling.
He saw a cement pipe, he went into it. Cleaning water droplets from watch with his clothes, he was happy, so happy, thinking now by selling it he "He could be rich .rich enough to eat whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted
(While daydreaming, fantasizing)
he sees something else there's an address slip inside the watch back
(watch back was transparent). He sees it and remembers,
"The guy who give it to me, said come to this address we talk," he said.
"But what he wants to talk about?" he said, while thinking.
Suddenly, he remembers a while ago, in public park, some kids were talking about kidnappers who give kids chocolate and kidnap them. After kidnapping, they sell their body parts like eyes, lungs, legs, in black market. He got scared thinking it.
Now he reassures himself that he got the watch no need to go to address and talk.
"Anyways he also don't know where I live or what my name is," he said to himself.
Suddenly he hears a noise above cement pipe. It was some drunk guys, too drunk to even walk, stumbling, cursing their company and their boss for kicking them out.. One of them just stumbles And fall onto the cement pipe now.
"BAAM!!"
The boy made a noise, and they noticed.
"Hey, you hear it?" first guy said.
"Check the cement pipe!" second one said.
He looked at the boy, crouched down, covering his head but actually hiding the watch from them.
Cause he knows people from this area of city, robbing & murders are very normal in this area of the city.
"Who are you?" drunk guy said while looking at the boy.
The boy didn't answer.
Then the man screamed again loudly with anger,
"You hearin' me, punk?"
"Drag him out... we teach him some manners!" the first guy barked.
Then the man screamed again loudly with anger,
"You hearin' me, punk?"
"Drag him out... we teach him some manners!" the first guy barked.
The drunk guy grabs the boy by one arm and pulls him out.
Boy falls hard onto the ground.
He tries to run but the first guy grabs his shirt.
"Where are you trying to go, huh? We didn't even do anything to you," the first guy says.
"Why were you hiding in the cement pipe?" the second guy asks.
The boy, his voice trembling.
"C-cau… cause of the rain…"
A loud slap echoes.
"You think we look like fools to you?" the first guy growls.
Then the second man squints, pointing.
"Hey… there's something in there."
He spots the Rolex.
The first guy punches the boy so hard he crashes back onto the ground. His head hits something. Blood pumps out. At first, just a little.
Then came more.
And more.
And more.
"Who'd you steal it from, huh?" the second guy shouts.
"You know the worth of this watch, scum?!" the first one said, spitting his tobacco.
Boy mumbles through cracked lips, terrified and numb.
"Someone… s-someone gave it to me…"
The first guy crouches, voice boiling with anger.
"Just look at yourself. Why would anyone give you something like this? Tell me where you stole it!"
"Should we take him to prison?" the second guy smirks.
They both know they won't.
They're not taking the watch to the cops.
They're keeping it.
They're just playing.with the boy
"Let's go," the second guy says, gesturing.
But boy grabs the man's leg.
"Please…saab.i need that watch. Someone really gave it to me…"
"Let go of my leg," the man snaps.
Boy doesn't let go.
"Please…" he whispers, voice broken and begging.
"I SAID LET GO!"
The boy stays silent.
So they beat him.
Brutally.
Punches. Kicks. Rage.
Everything.
When it's done, they take the watch and walk away.
boy just lies there — beaten to a pulp, on the garbage-covered ground, soaked in rain.
Blood flows down his face.
He sobs quiet, shaking.
And then, in a cracked, numb tone, he mumbles:
"I… I didn't… steal it…"
Again.
And again.
"I… didn't steal it…"
While the rain wipes his tears away.