Transformed - Gone
An abused girl, treated like dirt, denied any freedom, Rumana runs away on the journey to her hometown, only to encounter someone who transforms her into someone not only breathtakingly beautiful and irresistible, but also extremely wild and dangerous. Will Rumana be able to control her newborn instincts to save her family from herself and her new secret? Or will her temptation give in?
The sun shone brightly, filtering in through the window panes of the train. Aqsa's wails were the first thing her mother heard. "Rumana," she muttered, "What time is it?" There was no reply. Sitting up straight, she looked at the seat in which Rumana had been sleeping. It was empty. Probably gone to the toilet, thought Mrs. Saif (mom) as she looked around. The watch on Mr. Saif's (dad) hand announced that it was 7:30 am, making it an hour before the train reached Mangalore.
The train's toilet was only a compartment away. Mrs. Saif went to the door and knocked on the ladies door. The door burst open and a lady around thirty years came out. She shot Mrs. Saif an irritated look, before she bustled off. Mrs. Saif froze. Where was Rumana? There was another toilet on the other side. Maybe Rumana had gone there. But Mrs. Saif found it empty. Running towards her compartment, she stared around for five seconds before realizing her daughter was missing. She let a huge scream that made her husband fall out of his bed. Looking around wildly he yelled, "Are you crazy? What are you making noise for?"
Mrs. Saif whimpered, "She's gone!"
"Who's gone? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Rumana!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face. "She's been kidnapped!"
The Mangalore police station was in uproar. The police had asked a lot of questions to Rumana's family. Her photograph had now been stuck in the 'lost' noticeboard. Her mobile phone was switched off and all the network agencies had been asked to track it through the IMEI (International mobile equipment identity) number they had been able to procure, in case the phone was switched on.
Mr. Saif and his wife were looking at the police inspector, who was muttering to someone on the phone. Mr. Saif had buried his face in his hands and Mrs. Saif was staring at the inspector, dying for any news of her daughter. Finally, the inspector shut the phone and turned towards the grief-stricken couple.
"We have done everything possible. All the network agencies are trying to trace your daughter's phone. A search team is checking all around the stations between Mangalore and Ratnagiri, the place where you saw your daughter last. We are sure we will track her down."
"Any news, inspector?" Mrs. Saif choked through tears.
"Not yet, but we might discover something soon, don't worry."
The inspector looked sadly at the veiled lady sobbing silently.
"You can go home now. We will notify you as soon as we discover something."
Two weeks had passed, but still there had been no news at all. Mr. Saif could be seen going to the police station everyday with the hope of finding some news, but he always came out with a dejected look as nothing had been found about his lost daughter. As for Mrs. Saif, her grief was beyond words. She barely ate anything and spent hours praying for her daughter's safe return. Rumana's relatives were equally downcast. The Saif household had turned into a gloomy place.
The phone rang. No one responded. No one even moved. The phone rang for a long time before the line disconnected. After a few minutes the phone rang again. This time, Yousuf, who had been hanging around, picked it up.
"Hello?" he muttered. There was a reply from the other end and Yousuf turned around, looking at his mother as she entered the hall.
"They want to talk to papa." he said.
"Give it to me and go call your father." she said in a lifeless voice.
A male voice issued from the mouthpiece, "Hello?"
"Yes?" Mrs. Saif replied.
"Are you Mrs. Saif?"
"Yes."
"Rumana Saif's mother?"
That caught her attention. "Yes. How do you know about my daughter?"
"As a matter of fact," the answer came, "your daughter is here, extremely safe with us."
The train's toilet was only a compartment away. Mrs. Saif went to the door and knocked on the ladies door. The door burst open and a lady around thirty years came out. She shot Mrs. Saif an irritated look, before she bustled off. Mrs. Saif froze. Where was Rumana? There was another toilet on the other side. Maybe Rumana had gone there. But Mrs. Saif found it empty. Running towards her compartment, she stared around for five seconds before realizing her daughter was missing. She let a huge scream that made her husband fall out of his bed. Looking around wildly he yelled, "Are you crazy? What are you making noise for?"
Mrs. Saif whimpered, "She's gone!"
"Who's gone? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Rumana!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face. "She's been kidnapped!"
The Mangalore police station was in uproar. The police had asked a lot of questions to Rumana's family. Her photograph had now been stuck in the 'lost' noticeboard. Her mobile phone was switched off and all the network agencies had been asked to track it through the IMEI (International mobile equipment identity) number they had been able to procure, in case the phone was switched on.
Mr. Saif and his wife were looking at the police inspector, who was muttering to someone on the phone. Mr. Saif had buried his face in his hands and Mrs. Saif was staring at the inspector, dying for any news of her daughter. Finally, the inspector shut the phone and turned towards the grief-stricken couple.
"We have done everything possible. All the network agencies are trying to trace your daughter's phone. A search team is checking all around the stations between Mangalore and Ratnagiri, the place where you saw your daughter last. We are sure we will track her down."
"Any news, inspector?" Mrs. Saif choked through tears.
"Not yet, but we might discover something soon, don't worry."
The inspector looked sadly at the veiled lady sobbing silently.
"You can go home now. We will notify you as soon as we discover something."
Two weeks had passed, but still there had been no news at all. Mr. Saif could be seen going to the police station everyday with the hope of finding some news, but he always came out with a dejected look as nothing had been found about his lost daughter. As for Mrs. Saif, her grief was beyond words. She barely ate anything and spent hours praying for her daughter's safe return. Rumana's relatives were equally downcast. The Saif household had turned into a gloomy place.
The phone rang. No one responded. No one even moved. The phone rang for a long time before the line disconnected. After a few minutes the phone rang again. This time, Yousuf, who had been hanging around, picked it up.
"Hello?" he muttered. There was a reply from the other end and Yousuf turned around, looking at his mother as she entered the hall.
"They want to talk to papa." he said.
"Give it to me and go call your father." she said in a lifeless voice.
A male voice issued from the mouthpiece, "Hello?"
"Yes?" Mrs. Saif replied.
"Are you Mrs. Saif?"
"Yes."
"Rumana Saif's mother?"
That caught her attention. "Yes. How do you know about my daughter?"
"As a matter of fact," the answer came, "your daughter is here, extremely safe with us."
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