On May 29, 2024, two police officers from the 112 emergency service arrived at my father’s residence. They were summoned by my father for me to file report for my missing documents. I explained that my critical documents including my passport, Aadhaar card, PAN card, medical insurance card, PNB debit card, two SBI debit cards, 7,000 rupees in cash, and my personal pocket diary had vanished from their hiding spot in my mattress. I urged the officers to file a report, but they simply jotted something down and asked us to visit the Linepar police station. So, I went, accompanied by my parents, Riya (the security guard), and the driver, Rishipal.
Before heading to the station, however, my father made a stop at his factory. There, he revealed he had already prepared an FIR application on my behalf, which shockingly accused Riya of stealing all my documents and the money. He pressured me to sign it, but I stood my ground and refused. I wasn’t going to let him manipulate the truth to pin the blame solely on her. I insisted they revise the application to include my father’s name as a suspect, given my suspicions about his involvement. Only then did we proceed to the police station.
At the station, I gave my application to Sub-Inspector Rishi Kumar, who was seated with another officer, DSP Amrish Kumar. They forced me to file a missing report without any naming suspects, and I reluctantly agreed, though they seemed to firmly believe my parents were responsible for the theft. Desperate for a chance to speak freely, I requested a private conversation with Amrish Sir. He cleared the room, and I poured out the truth about the abuse and captivity at home. I begged to speak to a protection officer and expressed my desire to file an FIR and see a magistrate. He responded that since I had already been to the National Commission for Women (NCW), they were the highest authority, and I should focus on presenting my case strongly at the next hearing. I offered a consent note designating my teacher as my legal representative, but they said they already had it and returned the copy I provided. We waited at the station, told that anyone could pick up the report in two hours, so we returned home. Days later, after persistent requests, my father finally handed me the missing report of my documents.
The car ride back was tense. My parents repeatedly accused Riya of stealing my documents and money, pushing her to the breaking point. She snapped, insisting she hadn’t taken anything. My father, enraged, ordered the driver to stop the car and told Riya to get out. As she stepped out, she looked at him and said, “You are doing wrong with her,” referring to me, before muttering “chal” and walking away. As the car moved on, my father muttered, “If she was a boy, I would have slapped her twice.” His words was a reminder of his violent tendencies.
Later, my mother revealed that Riya had been informing them about my every move. She had previously told them the location of my hidden documents, which my mother and other family members had photographed. Riya also reported that I had asked her to get me a phone to seek help. My mother then shared that Riya had filed an FIR against my father, claiming he owed her two months’ payment and that my parents had insulted her and abandoned her on a bridge after forcing her out of the car. My mother went to the police station, where my father was already present, to address the issue. She claimed she had lied to the police, saying she had given Riya an advance along with a month’s payment, when she had only paid for one month. My father, meanwhile, admitted he had urged my mother to slap Riya at the station, though she didn’t. He also mentioned Riya’s accusation that he took her on a motorbike, sexually harrassed her, and abandoned her, though I have no knowledge of those events.
Amid all this, I learned the date for the next NCW hearing i.e. June 6, 2024. This time, I am going to be more prepared.
