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That Night (Continued…..)

“Nice office baby….”

“Why are you looking scared… No.. Not scared…Surprised hmm…Naaa…

Shocked???” He asked me enjoying himself.

He stood up from his chair and came towards me…

“You are breathtaking beautiful baby”

He caressed my face.

Then suddenly I gained courage and spat away his hand.

“What the hell you are fucking doing here?” I growled.

“Ahaan…Baby is angry…Its kinda hot you know.”

“Ohh Shutup Get out.” I was shivering.

“I will baby…Don’t worry. But i have got something for you…You really need to see it…”

He handed me a wrapped box.

“What it is?” I asked trying to be calm.

“Open it and see it yourself…and yeah there’s my mobile number there beneath the box. Call me after going through our seventh anniversary gift baby….happy….ohh leave” He left smiling closing the door behind me.

I was sweating hard…I could feel my head burning…

I got up from my seat and rushed towards my house…picking up the red colored wrapped box.

I went straight to my bedroom.

My palms were sweating… 

I unwrapped the box carefully. There was a card…

Happy 7th wedding aniverssary baby…

I read the card and opened the box anxiously.

There was a pendrive.

I connected the pendrive to my laptop.

Then what i saw made me go through my worst night mare ever…

Ohhhh shit!!!

Tears prickled from my eyes. 

I ejected the pendrive and threw it across the floor. The time i lifted the box my phone buzzed…

There was text from unknown no.

“So do you like my gift baby?”

 I switched off the phone and flung it towards the wall.

“Mom…Are you home?” Aru called from outside.

“Yes..Aru…Coming in 5” I muttered.

Aru was sitting in the hall wearing her favourite pink frilled frock.

“Aru…my little girl you’ll be 1 year older tomorrow…” I kissed her forehead. I sobbed turning my face away.

“Mom dont cry.” She kissed my cheeks. I felt as if nothing has happened. And my little world with my loving daughter was still in place.

I moved towards the door when i heard the knock.

He was there standing….smiling showing his full teeth…

He walked past me….inside my home.

“Daddy’s here…little girl.”He walked towards Aru.

(To be Continued….)

That Night…!!

I was standing there with my heart pounding rythmically…with unshed tears and with my…baby bump. A cut at the corner of my mouth was still bleeding. My head swollen. My legs were still aching…..

I was jerked awake hearing the alarm. It was six in the morning.

Its been 5 years since that awful night but these night mares never stop.

“Aru..!! Get up baby. You’ll be late.” I called out and stepped towards the other room.

Arunaya was still lying on the bed …rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning sleepyhead”

“Good morning mom” Aru replied reluctantly.

The day I dreamt of was not just the time I had the courage to escape but it was also the day when I was gifted with this beautiful baby girl…Arunya….

She was the only reason for my living.

I still get those goosebumps whenever I recall my delivery…

It was around 9:30 in the night when I was walking alone on the road.

My thirsty throat was aching…My legs refuse to walk.

Then I was not able to see anything…

I could hear noise…I could see the light coming towards me….I was hit by the car and the darkness prevaled.

“Mam…! Are you ok” Maaria broke my reviree… Looking at me questionly.

“Yeah” I muttered… I realised i was in my office cabin.

“Some Mr. Punit thakkar has visited. He wants to meet you.”

“He has the appointment?” I asked still trying to manage my equilibrium disturbed by my thoughts.

“No mam. But he insist to meet you and said its personal. If you dont want to meet him i’ll ask him to leave.”

“No Maria. Its okay. Ask him to come in.”

I was signing some paper when he knocked at my door. I allowed him in and pointed to the chair at the other side of the table.

“Hello” He said.. His voice full of agony.

I raised my head to look at him.

And then my world took 360 degree revolution then turned again and again and standstill. I was frozen. I nearly fainted….

“Nice office baby….”

                             (To be Continued…..)

She

How long have u been here?’ She asked me while tracing my hair.

I was anxious first but her smile made me forget all my fears.

‘Since i was born’ I muttered.

‘This is what i have heard from others’ I added further.

She was looking at me. Her eyes filled with tears.

‘Anaya’ A man called her from behind. She stood there. He held her hand. My eyes were constantly following her till the time she disapperead.
‘Stop! Stop! Please! I am Sorry! Stop it! I wont do this again.’ I was pleading but he didnt stop.

‘Who the hell are you to stop me?’ He shouted still beating me with his stick.

‘Stop it’ she shouted standing at the door. I could hear her voice.

She snached the stick from him and threw it at the corner.

She came to me and hugged me. I started crying in her embrace. She patted my back but all my efforts of stopping my tears were in vain.

She held my hand took me out from there.

She took me to her place….

‘Anaya you are becoming unreasonable. We can’t keep this shit with us.’

‘His name is Nameet and don’t call him that. He’ll stay with us and you are no one to stop me’ She retorted.

‘I am your fucking husband. I have all the rights to tell you. And I wont let you do this. Either you walk away or throw this garbage out.’ Vidyut snaped.

She went back to her room. Packed her bag and held my hand.

‘Don’t do this. Not for me’ Finally I managed to tell her.

She didnt utter a single word. She smiled at me. But there were tears in her eyes.

‘And dont you ever dare to come back to me.’ Vidyut called out from behind.
A knock at the door broke Nameet’s reviree and he came back to the present.

 He’s been long thinking about that day till a nurse came in the ICU room where he was sitting beside her helding her hand….. *Anaya’s hand*

She is lying on the bed…unconcious.  Her face was pale and wrinkled. Tubes were inserted in her hands.

*She can’t breathe. Her lungs has collasped. She has bled profusely*

Doctors words were ringing in Nameet’s head.

He cried out loud ‘Mom you should’nt have done this. I should be in your place. Why did you threw me out of that god damn car mom. Why you always save me and destroy yourself.’

But Anaya was still lying there unmoved…unaffected….
*Its been 20 years since Anaya adopted Nameet from the foster home. She left her husband to keep him. She fought with world for him.

She ruined her life to give him a better world. 

She was not his biological mother but it never bothered her. She knew it is not necessary to keep a child in womb to be a mother. She always protected him.

 She dragged him out of the hell when he was just 5 years old. And now she saved him when their brakes of there car failed. She threw him out of the car before time and happily welcomed death for her son…..her only son.

She said YES..!!

“And She said Yes…!!”

“How often this three letter word become so special for us just to hear it from our girl. Suddenly her voice becomes a melody for us when she answers our most awaited question.Whole anxiety turns to joy…

And the moment we really want to capture in our heart…forever….

The moment of pride…love…worth…

But for me….”

He paused without completing a sentence. Everyone in the audience waited for him to continue but he was looking impassively towards the door.

“Sir..we really want to hear your story. We have all gathered here to hear our favourite author’s story…Story behind his disappearance all these months.” A voice interrupted him.

He looked at the girl and continued….
“I still remember the first time i saw her. I was sitting in the coffee shop trying hard to give a beautiful end to my novel. I had order another cup of coffee…
‘Here’s your order sir’ ‘ooo I am sorry’

She spilled coffee on my laptop.

Her eyes were small….filled with tears…gazing me with innocence..

‘Hey its ok’ I replied. She hastily cleaned my laptop and gave me another coffee. 

‘Are you Prahit Roy??’ 

‘Umm…i guess so…’ I replied and continued with my work.

‘I have read your novels. They are amazing…’ She said. Her voice was more stronger this time and she was smiling…

And her smile….how beautiful it was…her cheeks were of pinker shade now…which appeared pale few minutes back.

Her brown hair were long…really long…her eyes…..umm small but beautful…gazing at me with patience and curiosity at the same time….

‘Thank you beautiful’ I muttered.

She flushed…her pale face was red…but beautiful….

We talked about many things then…Her love for books…our favourite authors….how much we hated watching movies….I learnt she was in her final year of college and has started working in the coffee shop as a part time…

We became best of friends in few days. We loved talking. We loved seeing each other. We loved spending time with each other. 

And We love each other.

We both knew we were in love but never confessed. 

May be we never needed to do so…

Somethings are better felt…than said.

Heyare u awake?’ She texted me.

Yeahh…what happen?? Its 3am…anything happend?‘ I texted back.

No… Just wanted to tell you something’

‘And that is?’ I replied almost in an instant.

I am leaving for New york day after tomorrow. I finally got the job. I am sorry I didn’t inform you earlier.’

I read the text twice then thrice.

I didn’t know what to answer her.

We knew each other since three years. We loved each other…yeah we never confessed but we did....And she’s saying she is sorry not to inform me. 

Suddenly i felt like someone has punched hard in my stomach and bile rising upto my mouth….

‘I love you…Will you marry me???‘ I texted her… I knew i loved her and i can’t waste time.

Its been 10 min but she didnt reply.

Then my phone buzzed and i read her message…

‘I’ll answer you tomorrow. Meet me at the coffee shop @9 pm.  Gn tc.’

I bought the bouquet of red roses.

I reached coffee shop at 8:50. I waited for her. It turned 10 but she didn’t come. I called her thousand times but she didn’t pick up her call.

I reached her house but the door was locked…

Next day i got a call asking me to reach a construction site…few km away from coffee shop. I didn’t hear who was at the other end.

There were police men. One of them came to me and asked me if I am prahit. They asked me to come with me. And then i saw her…i saw her naked lying on the floor… on the pool of blood…. pale…bruised…thrashed…glasses peircing her flesh…her pale flesh…

Tears started falling from my eyes.

 I was numb…shocked…my world seemed to end…

‘She was raped and dumped here. You were on her last call. So we called you.’ A police woman said.

 I looked at her…trying hard to measure her words…then a card beside her pale body caught my attention. It was tattered…and there were blood stains on it…It read…

I have waited for this moment which now looks like a lifetime…So here it goes…

I love you tooAnd YES ill marry you’

Tears prickled from my eyes and I cried and howled….


This is how she said Yes to me….”

Number game…

How eventually we get so connected to a number. Sometimes we hate it or sometimes we love it. We all have our number story. How we find a no. Luckiest n how as lucky as hell…..

‘The Letter’

‘Hey stop’ He heard a familiar voice from behind.

He turned back.

There was a lady calling some man at her door.

He stood there to hear their conversation.

‘Give me the ‘letter‘ he gave you to give me’ She shouted at that man.

He didn’t utter a single word.

She again yelled ‘Give me the letter my son has sent for me’.

The post man stood there tight-lipped and waited for her to go back inside.

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On hearing their Conversation he believed her son must have left her.

He thought how his own story contradicts this lady’s story.
He could totally relate to her affliction. He knew how it feels when someone leaves you when you need them the most.

How it feels when someone you love the most betrays you for others.

He felt strange connection with her.

He turned back and stood infront of her door. He could hear the howling voice from inside.

He could feel her pain – he went through the same pain when he was just a little kid.
He don’t remember anythng of his childhood but whatever he has  as memory of his childhood is the Loneliness.
He rushed to his home. He went straight back to that closed room.

The room he hated the most. The room he never entered since that day.
He cried loudly as he entered. He started threwing everything around the room.

He felt pity for that boy who craved for his mother’s love. He felt disgusted whenever he cried missing her.

He thought about the days when he wanted to tell school stories but noone was there to listen to him.

He still remember when he won the first prize for drawing competition, he came hurridely to home but noone was there for his happiness.
He was still in the room crying when a picture sneaking out of the closet caught his attention.

He saw himself and his father in the picture. There was his mother beside him in the picture. He looked at her. He was horrified when he saw her. She was the same women whom he saw in the morning. He ran with the picture in his hand…He reached at her place and knocked the door. She opened the door. He looked at her. She was the only woman he hated the most. He wanted to ask her the reasons for what she did but he kept quiet and ran back .
He laughed. He thought she’s finally punished for what she did to him.

The way she left him… his other son must have left her.

Her son with her second husband.

His father told him about her second marriage. He used to tell him how she left them when he was just four year old for other man.

He never had any connection with his father but he still feel bad for him. He believed he was also the victim of her deeds.
He again went to that room to destroy everything. He found few letters in the closet. He opened them. The letter said ‘Dear Son from your mother’.

She has written about how his father used to beat her and didn’t let her take him. This reminded him of those crying noises which used to come from their room.

He continued reading… ‘Beta, I know you hate me. But its not your fault. Your father is telling all fake stories about me. I never wanted to leave you. He forced me. He threatened me he’ll kill you. Beta i’m still waiting for you to reply to my letters. He’ll not allow me to meet you’.
Tears fell down from his eyes. He hated himself for calling her with bad words whenever she used to call him on phone.

He ran hurriedly to meet her….

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Next
day

Some new postman came at her door. He gave her a letter.

She opened the letter…

I love you MaI am sorry for everything. Take care.’

Your Son

Sanchit Arora.

There was a family picture with the letter.

She ran behind  the postman to ask about her son. But noone was there. He just vanished.

She turned back and picked up the newspaper from the floor.

She became mum when she read the headline…

FAMOUS INDUSTRIALIST’S SON SANCHIT ARORA DIED IN AN ACCIDENT YESTERDAY.

Tears fell from her eyes when saw the picture in the centre….

It was the picture of the postman who just came …..’

#WanderingSoul…. #story #shortstory #english

‘Companion’

She stood there silently behind the closed doors.

Her hairs hiding her face.

Her legs quivering…

As she turned back She could see the darkness all over.

She sighed with relief. 

Darkness‘ was the only thing which could calm her. The only thing she relates herself with….as it hides all her flaws. It puts her pieces together…pieces broken by light..

Light which mostly helps in overcoming fear was most fearful for her.

For her darkness was her only Saviour ~ her ‘Companion.’

During her childhood she was scared from darkness but now it is all she wanted to be with.
Recalling an incident she still smiles how she used to meet a guy in complete darkness. How they loved having long conversations with each other….But everything vanished when light prevaled. It destroyed whatever she had. 

It showed all her scars and bruises. It exposed all her hidden dark flaws.

The guy whom she thought to be her forever left her calling her a sin. On seeing marks all over her body he retorted naming her a ugly witch.

That day she cursed light for ruining all she had. Whenever people teased her..gave her nasty names she blamed light for everything.

It didn’t pain her as he left her…but what killed her most was.. he didnt ask her how she got all those marks… He didnt bother to ask her unending story she’s been living through.

Her story where her Father mistakenly threw hot boiling oil on her which he wanted to threw at her mother….but she came in between.                                       Those burn marks were the most precious gift he gifted her on her birthday…which stayed with her life long……

‘BET’

He never thought he will ever fall for her. For him she was just a game. A reward he wanted to possess. He still remember when he proposed her… She could smile through her eyes….her words were stuck. They had different story but her nod was all he cared about. It was enough to prove he has won the ‘Bet‘. 

Remembering her late night calls shrinks his heart…how she used to cry on phone asking him her fault. But he never paid any heed to her words.

Whenever he used to pass through the canteen he could see her sobbing in the corner. But he chose to look away.
Her last text message is still with him. When she texted ‘I know you are ignoring me. I know you are not happy with me. So I’m leaving you for your happiness. Good Bye. Love you.’

His heart wrenched as he read the message. It was all he ever wanted but instead of being happy about that it pained him.

Later, when he craved to hear her voice, to see her smile, to catch her looking at him shyly…He realised what he was running from. He knew his peace has gone with her.
He picked up his phone to call her but a lump in his throat disturbed him.

 He puked blood.

Now he is on hospital bed waiting for his death. He misses her laughter. These silent walls teases him.

He never had the courage to tell her… He was diagnosed with last stage leukemia.


By Usha Singh (Wandering thoughts)