Fancying My Fan

Mr Peace 'breaker'

"We have grown up in a world where we sentence a person without a fair trial because of our preconceived notions. We blindly believe what is shown and told to us. These media trials are damn scary. Just see the number of rape threats and abuses people are heralding at me. Today evening it was exactly what I was protecting myself from.
The boy who is demanding an apology, fingered me in my ass. At first, I thought because it was crowded, probably his hand touched. But you know the difference between a good touch and a wrong touch. For heaven's sake since kindergarten, we are been taught about it theoretically and till the time we grow up, we learn it practically too."

"You are not lying, are you?" Kenny questioned me, shattering my confidence. But I was cold and my anger was warming me.

"The boy should be thankful I was on duty of a very important person else he would have been in a worse shape and I believe that's the way all those who touch inappropriately should be treated. That boy dipped his finger deep and if he thought he could get away with it, he was mistaken. Some of you are asking why I didn't go to the police? I would have but you all took the case in your hands before I could take any action. Also, I had to ensure the safety of your favourite star because I can protect myself from such creeps."

I didn't look at Kenny but I could feel his eyes boring deep. "Thank you, for hearing my side of the story. Several girls are harassed in public daily. Most of them ignore it because they have accepted it as a part of their routine or they fear the judgemental society, who will question them in return and ask them to give proof of their accusations. Fortunately, I am a security guard, who can protect herself and doesn't give two Fu... two thoughts about society or their biased opinions. I am an oxymoron in this paradoxical life."

I had no idea I could say so much. Probably it was a storm that was housing inside me. Kenny was still holding his phone in my direction looking at me blankly. I walked away from his live feed and it was time for him to woo his audience. "Umm... Hi... That was... Umm... Something unexpected. I..." Kenny was fumbling. I didn't care. I felt free.

"I think whatever... the brave girl, my security guard, just said was true and I believe her. She will not apologise to a pervert who misbehaved with her. We are ready for any suit the boy wishes to file. Before, I say goodbye to my precious Kennyians, I got several DM's of you all asking me about my absence from social media so, I dropped in a hint today evening. I am in Sugar Coast, seeking solace. Please give me a little alone time so that I can bounce back stronger. Take care. Bye."

I have never missed any live of Kenny, today was a part of his live. Just not the way I wanted to be. He created a hullabaloo in my life. He was seeking solace but he ruined my peace.

"Hey, I didn't... Know the boy misbehaved with you. You could have told me earlier. I would have tackled him in my way."

"I am your security guard and not the other way round."

"How much pissed off are you with me?" Kenny asked me like a toddler asked his mother after doing mischief. I didn't answer to him. "Look, what's your name? I cannot recall it."

"Weirdo. That's my name."

Kenny slumped his shoulders and scartched his forehead. "I seriously forgot your name. It's not of English origin, I suppose."

"It's not. That's why I translated it. Albeli is a name of Indian origin. It means someone unique, someone, who is a total weirdo. So, you got my name right in your language."

"You are from India?"

"I don't share personal details." I was going towards my room. This conversation was making me feel sick.

Kenny held my hand from behind stopping me in my tracks. If he knew how to sense the pulse, he would know how fast mine was.
"Hear me out. I was angry with whatever you did. I didn't know the real reason. You were so aggressive."