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Aditya and I had been dating for more than a year and we wanted to spend as much time as we could together. The problem was that my hostel had a strict “No boys” policy. So, I decided to shift into a flat and started searching online. I found a post by a girl named Pooja looking for flatmates on Facebook and she was okay with the idea of my boyfriend staying with me. Soon another girl, Richa, moved into our flat.

We three and Adi would often party together in the flat, cook together and watch movies. Both my flatmates got along well with Adi. Pooja and Richa would often tell me how lucky I was for having a boyfriend like Adi.

However, these frequent get-togethers with my flatmates meant Adi and I rarely had alone time. So, one night I told him to get drinks for just the two of us. Around, 9:00 pm we wished good night to Pooja and Richa and went into my room. We were drinking and watching a movie, then after some time we got into an argument; I don’t remember exactly what we were fighting about. At one point Adi got so angry that he kicked one of the chairs in the room and it fell down. We realized that all the noise, us arguing and also the falling of the chair might wake up my flatmates, so we decided to call it a night and went to sleep.

After some time, I was woken up by loud banging at my door. I opened it to find my landlord with his wife and four policemen standing at my door! Pooja and Richa were also standing there looking all distressed. For a while, I just didn’t understand what was happening.

my flatmates thought I was killed

Apparently, upon hearing the loud noise created by the chair when Adi kicked it and the prolonged silence after that, Puja and Richa thought that Aditya had murdered me in a rage of anger. Yes, they actually assumed (or so they say) that I had been murdered! This absurd idea in their mind led them to call our landlord, who called up the cops.

The landlord got furious when he saw Adi in my room; he told me to vacate the flat the very next day. He even called my parents and narrated the whole incident to them.

As for the cops, since no one had been “murdered” they obviously couldn’t take any action, but they did ask me a lot of questions. “What’s happening in this room?” “What were you two doing in the night?” They even asked me to write down “in detail” all that happened in the room that night; this, they said, was the only way they would not press any charges against me and Adi. I was humiliated in front of those people. Throughout all this, my flatmates stuck to their ridiculous story about how they really thought I had been killed and how they were just trying to do the "right thing".

Adi was the only support system I had throughout this drama. Although my parents were very angry in the beginning, after some time they were fine. They were the ones who helped me get over the trauma of that night’s incident.

*Names changed to protect privacy.

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