Those 5 minutes

She read the message. . *Your daughter was not with trupti today. Ask her yourself.. and... it was from that unknown number.

'Tell me zia. What the hell is going on? Weren't you with trupti today??' Her mom fumed. 'Mom. Believe me i was with her' zia fumbled while speaking. 'You are fumbling zia. You are lying. ' 'No mom. I was..with her only...' Zia's eyes became moist. She wanted to tell mom about how that person is harassing her from so many months. But she knew her mom will not believe her. Instead she would blame zia for his behaviour. Zia sat on the couch absolutely mum. Her head was gone blank.

How the hell did he get mom's number now?? 'Mom. This person is trying to haress me from past many months. He's being making blank calls and sending filthy messages to me.... and..' 'Oh.. so that's how you dress up so well for college. To impress boys,?? Haan..' Mom reacted exactly the way zia expected.

By then zia's dad arrived. Zia started sweatin profusely . 'What's the matter. Your voice is heard outside the door.' dad asked mom. She pulled away the phone from zia's hand with a jerk and showed him the message. 'This girl goes to college for all this. No wonder she had failed in 2 subjects last semester.' Hey mom continued bombarding zia. 'Call trupti.' Dad interrupted. Zia was blank for all the while. She did not hear her dad and sat mum. Zia mom shuffled zia and shouted again 'Call trupti zia. Can't you hear what your dad is saying.. call trupti and put the phone on speaker mode .. now.' Zia was startled. She dint knew whether to call trupti or no. What if she tells the truth.? Moreover whatif she tells them about jai? But she had no option now. She took mom's phone and dialled trupti's number. The phone was ringing. Her mom pulled the phone from zia and put it on speaker. Zia sat on the couch with the phone as she had no energy in her legs..