Struggling for so many years as a childless couple, Rehaan was the apple of our eyes. I still remember how he came into our lives as a five year old and how colourful our life became with his vivacity and cute tantrums. We never thought that we could feel so much connection with a child we had adopted, but as they say, all good things come to an end and so did ours.
One fine Sunday evening two years after his adoption, we found ourselves drugged and looted of all our wealth along with our son. We panicked that our son had been kidnapped, got a police complaint registered; I still remember how distraught I was at the thought of losing my son.
But look at the folly of our fate that we had been drugged by our son who we loved so dearly.
I couldn’t believe my ears when the police said that we have been victimized by an adoption racket that my child, that my Rehaan was a part of and who was constantly in touch with his real parents or whoever they were.
The dirty racket which plays with the emotions of childless couples like us and looting them not only of their wealth but also our capability of trusting somebody again.
What else can you expect in a country full of cons but another con like this !!
This post is written for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – Day 1. The prompt was to come up with a 9 sentence fiction.