2 months later
It’s dusk. And every single member of the Flower Storm has had an evening shower and is in civilian clothes.
Ponnila is in the same yellowish green saree that she wore in the 11th chapter. And just like before, her navel is peeking out.
Now that Ponnila is alone outside the Flower Storm headquarters, she meets guy named Santosh who is in a checked shirt and jeans just like in the pic given below.
Santosh is a creepy guy in his mid twenties who sees women’s navels as candies. Thus, now that he has come across Ponnila whose navel is peeking out of her saree, he looks at her with immense lust.
SANTOSH (licking his lips and speaking in a sultry tone): WOW!!!!! What a THOPPUL!!!!!! Seriously tempting!!!!! I must taste it.
Ponnila gets annoyed and creeped out.
PONNILA (in a sharp tone): Excuse me!!!! Who are you? And what do you want?
Santosh remains unfazed in his lust and laughs.
SANTOSH (in a sultry tone): You look really sexy when you are angry.
PONNILA (in a sharp tone): I can’t let you touch me as you like. My exposed skin is not an invitation to touch without consent. Now will you please get out of my way?
Santosh refuses to agree to the fact that a woman’s exposed skin, especially navel, isn’t an invitation to touch without consent. He remains unfazed in his lust.
SANTOSH (in a sharp-cum-sultry tone): Bullshit. A woman’s exposed Thoppul is indeed an invitation. Who told you otherwise? Now stop being adamant and let me have your delicious Thoppul in my mouth.
Ponnila gets anxious on hearing what Santosh just said. But she keeps her cool and her tone sharp.
PONNILA (in a sharp tone): It’s your theory that’s pure bullshit. My Thoppul is not a candy or some snack. It’s just a Thoppul. Try to understand and buzz off now.
Santosh gets angered as he’s consumed by his lust.
SANTOSH (in a louder tone): NEVER. I’m not leaving this place without tasting your Thoppul.
Ponnila gets further anxious but she manages to keep her calm.
As Santosh is about to touch the exposed waist of Ponnila, out of nowhere comes a hand that grabs Santosh’s hand.
As Ponnila turns around, she realizes that it’s Vikram (now healthy and fully recovered) who has caught hold of Santosh hand, and she smiles with tears.
Vikram is now in a paper white full-handed shirt and a dark blue jeans just like in the pic given below.
VIKRAM (twisting Santosh’s hand and speaking in a low but intimidating tone): You have marked your own fate, prick.
Santosh writhes in pain as Vikram mercilessly twists his hand. The latter keeps twisting the former’s hand until it’s broken. After the former’s hand is broken, the latter pushes him away.
Santosh, despite having his hand broken, refuses to give up on his lustful ideas.
SANTOSH (writhing more in pain and speaking in a loud angry tone): Who do you think you are?
Vikram, now more aggressive and precise than before, remains unfazed.
VIKRAM (speaking in a low but intimidating tone): I’m a liberator, a protector, and also a destroyer.
Vikram slowly and ominously walks closer to Santosh and then punches him repeatedly in the left and right jaws using the left and right hands alternatively until the latter falls to the ground.
A few seconds later
The rest of the Flower Storm arrives and asks what happened. Ponnila narrates the whole incident and the whole Flower Storm, especially Harish, is angered. The angered Harish walks towards Santosh and speaks in an intimidating tone.
HARISH: What’s your name?
SANTOSH: Santosh.
HARISH: Why do you see women’s Thoppuls as candies? Isn’t that wrong?
SANTOSH (chuckling): Not at all wrong. Women are meant to be tasted and admired by men. And men must love to have women’s Thoppuls in their mouths.
Harish gets enraged on hearing what Santosh just said and repeatedly punches him in the nose until he bleeds.
Harish then picks up his pistol and inserts its barrel into Santosh’s mouth.
HARISH: You know what? Because of assholes like you, fanatical cults like Blizzard that justify the taboos imposed on women in the name of protection exist. And I forgot to tell you that Blizzard is basically an updated version of assholes like you.
After saying this, Harish presses the trigger, causing a bullet to be launched, burning through Santosh’s brain and shattering his skull, thus killing the creep for good.
Ponnila watches this with satisfaction and she claps her hands, followed by the rest of the Flower Storm.
The members of the Flower Storm then walk back inside the headquarters where everyone assemble at the training yard despite it’s evening, just for Harish to convey his message to notify the members.
HARISH (in a loud angry tone): So, we have to encounter creeps, right? Every single ground rule of the Flower Storm is vital to be followed. And the most important rule, i.e., men refraining from touching a woman’s Thoppul using tongue and genitals, has been violated. Even thinking of doing it can lead to death. That asshole, I mean Santosh, harassed our comrade Ponnila, saying that he wants to “taste” her Thoppul. Thankfully, our another comrade, i.e. Vikram, showed up on time and stopped him until the rest of the Flower Storm showed up and I killed that asshole.
Harish then calls Vikram.
HARISH: Comrade Vikram, come here.
Vikram walks towards Harish and stands facing him. The latter and the former shake each other’s hands.
HARISH (smiling a little while speaking in a loud tone): Well done, my dear comrade. Hats off to you.
VIKRAM (smiling shyly): Why ‘hats off to me‘? It was you, comrade Harish, who killed Santosh. Therefore, it’s actually ‘hats off to you‘.
HARISH (chuckling softly): Of course it was me who killed him. But didn’t you step in and stop him before he could lay a finger on our comrade Ponnila?
VIKRAM (shyly nodding his head): Yes. I did.
HARISH (chuckling fades): Yes. You thrashed him and I shot him dead.
Then Dheena intervenes.
DHEENA (patting the shoulders of both Harish and Vikram): Hats off to both of you!!!! You both have successfully stopped a creep. And protected the image of the Flower Storm.
HARISH AND VIKRAM TOGETHER IN A CHORUS (looking shy): Thank you.
DHEENA (chuckling softly): No mention.
Vikram then goes back to stand along with the other members of the Flower Storm while Dheena and Harish monitor the group.
HARISH (in a loud and angry tone): Alright, comrades. There are more assholes like Santosh. And we are on a mission to eliminate them. This very mission is called “Operation Purge Protocol”.
The rest of the Flower Storm stares with anger, and pants. Then Dheena intervenes.
DHEENA (in a loud and angry tone): Operation Purge Protocol will continue there are no more creeps like Santosh or even worse. Before we carry out further operations against the Blizzard, this operation is more crucial, at least for the time being. Is that clear?
The rest of the Flower Storm replies “YES, COMRADE” together in a chorus.
DHEENA (in a loud and angry tone): Good. Disperse now. And if you spot anyone like Santosh, even within our group, don’t hesitate to eliminate.
The rest of the Flower Storm again replies “YES, COMRADE” together in a chorus. And the assembly meeting ends.
And from that day onwards, every individual who wants to touch a woman’s navel with tongue or genitals is eliminated. And from next day onwards, 5 of such kind of people are caught per day and shot dead.
Thus, Operation Purge Protocol continues.