The Square of Secrets - by Saurabh Dudeja

The
Square
Of
Secrets!
3 Lives * 3 Locks * So Many Secrets…
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Contents
Prologue
1. The Deception Point.

2. The Crashed Saturday Night
3. Table Had Turned
4. Unpredictable Swear
5. New Year Disaster
6. Blast from the Past
7. The GOA Phenomenon
8. A Game Plan
9. Dead on Bed
10.Operation Flytrap
11.The Underground Reality.
12. The Return of Retaliation.
13. Actions No Reactions
14. The Lightning Bolt
15.The Final Words
16.The Unexpected
17.a) O Negative!
b) Beyond Unexpected
18. Dilemma of Dark
19. The Shocking Revelation
20.Knock’ Em Down
21. 4x4 Frame
22. The Secret of Secrets
23. The Square of Secrets!

Prologue
PULL THE CHAIN! PULL THE DAMN CHAIN!

A male voice screamed in a flash as if his thing got jammed in zip of his pants.
Indeed, He shouted coz of me. I crawled down gasping heavily on the floor of
Rajdhani Express, coach B-2, birth no- 42. Train had just escaped and traversed a
kilometer’s distance.
“Hold on! Hold on, son! I’m doctor. It normally happens with a person travelling
first time in A/C Trains. They kind of smother as if someone has rammed a tube-
light down their throat. Let me check!” Doctor barked out loud and began
examining. He was spherical in shape, almost triple my waist size, wearing green
shirt and navy-blue jeans. I felt as if whole damn earth was sitting beside me.
“No need to worry. No need to worry. He’ll be fine in a minute or two,” Doctor
said confidently, releasing my wrist.
The moment- The instant- The same bloody second he uttered those ‘No need to
worry’ words, I was panting more heavily. My whole body shivering as if breath
would escape just now and I would die right there and then, putting all blame on
doctor’s collar.
Watching my pathetic ‘Any-time-death’ condition, doctor got drowned in tons of

sweat, and fumbled to pull the train’s chain that was more in demand than doctor
himself.
“CALL THE AMBULANCE!” doctor groaned. Train somehow halted 2 kilometers
from Bangalore City Station. I was a kind of laughing inside, watching the
wretched condition doctor was in. You just pinch him once and he would break
into kilolitres of tears.
Soon ambulance siren was heard crying sharp like hell. It got stronger with every
passing second till it was crying under my ears and above my shoulders. These
bloody ambulance sirens had more tendencies to fasten the death of patient than
he would die normally.
Doctor and his beautiful daughter (around 21 of age in skin-tight attires) crutched
me up to the stretcher. I tried hard not to stare at her and not let my tongue hang

loose. I grabbed his daughter’s hell-smooth back when they kind of tried throwing
me on stretcher. I could never explain the awesome feeling of fondling back of a
smoking hot stuff right before her dad.
T.h.e.r.e.. I.. w.a.s, dropped badly inside Artemis Ambulance as if a tampered

cricket ball. Doors latched and I was still gasping, lying flat on the ambulance bed.
It was so damn packed like Indian local buses that there was hardly any space
inside to sprawl out. White bed-sheet was all bathed in bloodstains - big, round
and deep red. I felt nauseated as its smell flowed through my nostrils to vibrate
my entire stomach. Even if one was not a patient, one would definitely become
patient, once dragged inside.
With my half-closed-eyes, I could see South-Indian nurse, who the moment sees
new patients can’t control their thirst of banging injection square on their rumps.
She fine-tuned the quantity inside injection and was almost ready for the GO.
3 2 1 GO, I thought.
“HOLD ON! HOLD ON! I am all fine. I can walk. I can talk. I can breathe. I can
fu.....” I yelled, jerking myself up in no time, and eventually sitting on the bed.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” Nurse screamed, all frozen and scared as hell. She flung the
costly injection somewhere close to ambulance door. Driver brought the van to
screeching halt after hearing her outcry. I could think of nothing, but to swoosh
out of the closed door as if I was a superman without seductive red-undie.
“SORRY! SORRY! You are as charming as red wilted rose on an autumn morning,” I
smiled, moving her cheeks sideways. I knew my statement was bitchy
contradictory, in no way complimenting her beauty, but then it made the nurse
smile.
“I am in rush. I got to go,” I gave her my words and sprung out like a laser beam
from any antenna straight to a satellite.
All those events were planned. Crazy, isn’t it?
This was me, ‘not-so-sick’ dude- Insane, Intelligent, and of course - Innocent. It
was today I realized I was the most undisciplined, the most irresponsible and the
most uncivilized person on planet earth-

(1) I made a running train stop by pulling chain (though it was not me who
actually did).
(2) I stirred up the soul of a doctor, his death neared almost to his throat.
(3) I groped back of a young beautiful girl (totally against my principles).
(4) I called Ambulance; other genuine patient could have needed it more.
(5) Nurse’s eyeballs rolled up and expensive injection broke into pieces. So, she
had to pay some bucks as penalty to hospital. Maybe much more than her
monthly salary. But again, smile was what she compensated for.
After breaking all the laws, being uncivilized, I was intuitively racing back for a
dreadful reason orchestrated by fate and forged by time... A reason, which pulled
us all into secret marsh of cryptic destiny…..
The only question I have today is- Will I be able to stop the ongoing disaster that
came as a result of gamble played against the fate…
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Chapter 1: The Deception Point
Mouth paranormally agape, eyes ripping-open, eyelashes in a standstill-mode,

necks turning gradually from one side to another as if mal-functioning pendulums
moving in real-slow motion screwing all real-time constraints. Boys who took the
supernatural view of Suhani could not help from letting their tongue hang loose.
Girls who took glimpse of this ‘Goddess of Beauty’ got every square centimeter of
their nose-hair fired with rising jealousy.
Suhani was fair complexioned with exceedingly silky-n-shiny straight dark brown
hair. Her dimpled smile created the most adorable sight ever. Her beautiful walk
with cute steps made everyone’s day. Her dressing sense was typical Indian
traditional, yet her appearance had the abnormal American flavor. She was so
beautiful, on her single whistle the whole legendary army of useless guys would
appear to cater to her every desire and fantasy. She was damn cute without any
hint of artificial glamour, so cute that a guy would like to carry her in his pocket to
prevent her from the struggle of walking. She was one of her kind in Bangalore, a
limited edition - an arresting supermodel face and supermodel figure. Out of the
various beauty contests she had won, next year was the mega one. She was all
happily set for Pageant Beauty Contest, completely unaware of the mysteries her
own blessed birth would bring for her. Completely unaware of the intricate game
in which the stars of the skies would be putting her to test…
PUCCCKKKK....POPPPPP....CHHIISSSHHHH....
Abruptly the foamy froth escaped out of beer-can. “Oh... STINKY HELL!” shouted
Aditya (nicknamed Ady). The yellowish liquid had splashed over his denims. A ten
solid, slow and long seconds of silence followed. Bombastically they laughed out
loud like blown up speakers rupturing the ear canals of Ady. It was purely
symbolic to something unusual as these jerks never laughed like that before. Of
course, how would you react if froth had splashed over your friend’s
objectionable place where it should not be…?
“It seems you were up to some kind of indecent practice, performed mostly
alone. YACK! You yourself would puke,” Sid exploded into laughter. All other
redundant idiots also detonated into peals of laughter as if nuclear chain reaction
of bombs connected in series.
“Why the heck are you laughing? Is my problem a joke to you all?” hollered Ady.
Nut-skulls still devoted into uninterrupted rounds of laughter.
“Hehehe... Your father is finding ‘laxmi’ (girl) for you. How could that be joke? It is
SERIOUS...” Suhani consoled ironically, bouncing straight on Ady. She laughed
holding her hollow stomach. The extraordinarily commendable trait of girls is
that, they would crack jokes that are funny to them alone and subsequently laugh
like mentally unfit patients.
“Freaky Ady... We had so many beautiful dreams that every one of us will do love
marriage but you are a big disgrace to our gang just like some bloody eunuch,” Sid
boomed back at him. “The proverb ‘Every gang has a traitor’ seems true now, just
coz of you. Huh!”
“Shut your goddamn proverbs inside your mouth, Sid,” Ady made long face as if
his parents were discovering for him some kind of woman with a ‘Divorcee’ tag.
The woman, divorced at least three times and thus equipped with a better quality
experience.
Ady was spike-haired with shiny piercing on his eyebrows and beneath his lips. If
he had superhuman control, he would have done his interior body parts pierced
as well. According to Ady, girls liked guys with piercings as they found them damn
horny and were ready to bed with them any moment. What a determined-
disillusion Ady had, unaware of reality that majority of girls ran away with twice
their speed believing him as gay. Whatever it was, a gal could not stop praising
the horniness of handsome Ady. Though Ady was a bit rude to girls sometimes,
but he was unequally sexier than all other guys in his office.
“Why don’t you understand my problem?” said Ady, scratching his head.
“What problem... Don’t we have any problems? Don’t I have any problem?” Sid
hollered, turning his neck 180 degrees just to take a stretched glance at an oomph
gal passing by.

“Oh Maaaah GAAAWD!! Doesn’t she have problems?” Sid pointed that oomph
gal. She was a genuine ‘Oomph-dynamite’ – single dynamite with intrinsic
capability to detonate the hearts of million boys.
“Ady... Ady... the girl on your left is gazing at you,” Suhani yelled out.
Already horrified by traditionally paranormal problem of arranged marriage, Ady

began walking towards the girl with his chest puffed-up like a first time GYMer
flaunting his bud-like chest as if he was the upcoming Arnold Schwarzenegger of
India.
“Don’t you have work other than smiling at sexy guys? Sexy guys like me? Trying
to flatter me with your dull charm... Hnnn! GET LOST SHIT... GET LOST... Your
smiling won’t do,” Ady howled at her, blowing their positive hopes out of water.
Innocent girl stood aside emitting angry fumes off her nostrils.
“What an Idiot he is. Rarely any cute girl smiles at him and this shithole always
miss opportunities... It is said- when a girl smiles, half the love battle is won.
Losing a half won love battle is like getting off the bed just before you are almost
done with make out,” Suhani chuckled.
“Good, good, good... You and your attitude with girls. That’s bloody rude. Who
would like to fall in love with you? Go and get married to the girl your parents
have chosen. What the hell you think of yourself,” Sid uttered aloud, his
impressed hands clapping at his honor, a lot more insultingly.
“Cut the bull crap...And listen, I don’t want my parents to force me for marrying a
girl who I don’t love. There is only one thing in my life that should be of my
choice. That is my life-partner. From my thumb-sucking age till now when I am 26,
everything has been of their choice,” Ady said gruffly, convincing everyone.
Everyone stood stunned, staring at him a little too long. “Now what??? Why are
you staring at me like that? Everybody sucked thumb when they were infants, so
what’s the big deal?”

“Aaaaahhh...!!! Here comes ‘The Don’. Parent from every other country is eagerly
hunting for son-in-law like him, the one who would love their daughter forever,”
said Suhani.
“TO HELL WITH YOU GUYS!” Ady retorted, his nose turning charming red out of
anger.
“Let us leave now, we are getting late. We need to drop girls at their PG’s as
well...” Sid said, since he had an important office assignment to do.
“Shut up, Duuuuuh... We need some life. And why are you worried about us. We
are grown-up girls. Thanks for your unwanted concern,” Suhani shouted
ultrasonically, her vocal chords producing 1000 oscillations a second. “And hell...
Are you really concerned about us? Or you have to meet anyone late at night??
We completely understand late-night-pleasures, Sid....”
“Yeah.... Sid will have fun at red-light area with some red-hot beauty,” Ady
guffawed out loudly. Everyone started fixating at Sid as if he was a frequent sex-
offender willing to do any outrageous thing for his economical night-outs.
“Ha ha ha... WHATEVER,” Sid laughed at the joke that was funny to Ady alone.
In 1/100th of a second, Suhani pounced on Sid like any evil-looking witch starving
from a hundred years, now greedily wanting his sensitive and delicate body-parts
in dinner. “Let us go to Indiana, Sid. It’s a weekend dear. We’ll have fun. And it
might solve Ady’s problem of finding a life-partner of his choice.”
“Okay... Only for you dear. I’ll get my Scorpio. So everyone, kick up your lazy bums
for the boom-boom nights,” Sid cried out, pulling her cheeks sweet enough, “But
we will be back by 11.”
“Cchhooo....chwwweettttt...,” cooed Suhani, moving his chin back and forth as if

she had heard a dialogue from James Bond’s mouth. True, if Sid had been real
James Bond, she would have fainted on the spot.
Suhani and Sid were just close friends, but dumb people anticipated Suhani and
Sid as the cutest couple. Well this is India - when one roams with an opposite
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gender, shitty brains of people fan rumors about ‘Shaahi Chicken Biryani’ being
cooked between the two. No matter if ‘Shahi Chicken Biryani’ was under
preparation, but their life was dedicated to ‘Freely Falling Mechanism’ as
everyone said it. Since Sid’s cuteness always made horny girls freefall in love,
Ady’s horniness always made charming girls freefall on bed. And Suhani – She
made all guys freefall on their knees regardless of their tastes, standards or alpha-
male egos.
Dark clouds of uncertainty hovered over Ady on their way to nightclub- Shall I lay
my cards on the table before Suhani today and divulge all the cryptic secrets of
past that had gone before? If I did so, what would be its consequences…?!
*-*
Indiana - the most crowded and happening nightclub during weekends. Almost
people from every type of society say a mediocre or a business magnate, used to
rock there; a top-notch disc full of snazzy-n-open girls, with their cool-n-crazy
boyfriends who were forever ready to hole their pockets for them. Another
category aka ‘Singles’ used to come there just to try out their luck to shag with
some bold-babe or macho-man or maybe a Richie-Rich. These singles were always
geared up to spend money on Stag-entries costing above Rs.2500 who couldn’t
control their hormones because after 1:00 a.m. Indiana used to call high-profile
entertainment escorts to profit their business. No matter whatever was the price,
whatever was the loss, everyone was doing it. Relaxing on weekends after a long
stressed out week was more of an aristocratic rule than an obsessive habit.
Blackness all around... Multiple heads wobbling in unbalanced pace with the
music. Lights also dancing as if found their respective dance-partners. Some
freshly-waxed-legs, some deadly-dancers and a few rhino-like bouncers, and
additional to that was Ady’s horrible smile which he was still casting at Sid.
“Sometimes it seems Ady is really a gay and a girl will surely feel secure in his
arms. What an extraordinary duffer he is,” Sid thought and smirked.
Ady was unable to control his desperation to fall in love, clear from his hungry
eyes. Ady’s eyes hovering at every next female frame, scanning them from head
to toe as if his eyes got laser beams installed to look across their apparels.
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Sid continued shaking his hips with the music. Tried reaching Ady when his booty
touched various other booties around, “Hey, Ady... Watch out for the girl in
black...” Sid shrilled into his ears. “She is just at your right. Go fall in love with her.
OVER!”
“Ohhhh Nooooooo.... This girl is bloody bitch. She was with other rich uncle last
week. And now she is kissing a…..s of this super-rich spectacled nerd. This girl is
too volatile an investment for me. I can’t take risk with such highly-volatile
stocks... hahahahahaha. OVER AND OUT!”
SCARY HELL! Sid’s hand got yanked shortly, and it was Suhani in this alien-attack
forcibly dragging him.
“What the hell she wants. Where is she taking me to? Towards the bar-table... O
JESUS! She has passed bar-table, or maybe she is taking me to some honeymoon-
suite on first floor,” number of thoughts blew up Sid’s brain before she could start
anything wild.
Suhani placed her soft palms on his chest and pushed him down on exotic couch.
“WHHHHAAAAAAAAAATTT...?” Sid shouted nervously out. “Are you out of your

mind?”
“NO. My mind is out of me!”
“Have you gone crazy? Why are you doing this stuff? Why are you behaving so
strange?”
“That’s because I am Strange,” she said, biting her lips, unbalancing his hormonal
stability. Sid realized her voice was as passionate as never before.
“Thank God... it’s not a bed. It’s just a couch... Oh shucks! But still it can satisfy her
intentions... Ahhhh! I forgot she is wearing Salvar-kameez and not tee-shirt,
otherwise she could have ripped it off and started with something over-
romantic,” Sid conceived through his puzzled mental calculations.

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“Hehehe... I am just kidding... Why are you getting pale?” Suhani chuckled,
playing pinches with his nose.
“DAMN! My heart almost jumped off its place and migrated in my mouth. HOLY
YOU!”
“Every time one or other guy flatters me. They even say like-‘It will be my
pleasure to buy a drink for you Miss’ but for the first time I will be offering a costly
drink to a guy,” Suhani said.
“Ahaaaaan! Cool... It seems you are in love. Who is that lucky guy?”
“You know him very well,” Suhani responded, raising her left eyebrow.
While curiosity getting the better of his sense of fright, Sid asked, “Ummm.... I
don’t know.”
“That dumb is you... And I am not in love. I am just offering you a drink. It will be
my pleasure to buy a drink for you, sir. Which drink would you like to have,
sirrrrrrrrr?” she asked with notoriety intact in her smile and eyes. Her sparkling
eyes had love and romance suffused to 200% percent. There was something
inexplicable in her eyes, her smile and every word she said. Something that could
provoke any guy to kiss straight on her lips that very moment. Sid had the same
urge, but curbed it somehow.
“Then let us have Tequila-shots,” Sid answered, gun-shots about this bar-girl
Suhani already firing in his head.
“YIIPPPPPIEEEEEE...” Suhani screamed happily into his ears as if Brad Pitt had
accepted her marriage proposal and was willing to divorce Angelina. “Poor
Angelina, and poorer would be the Brad Pitt if he marries Suhani,” thought Sid.
She jigged away oscillating her hips and hands as if God had installed faulty
pendulum mechanics in her structural design.
“She is damn beautiful. Isn’t it..? She is driving me crazy...Uuuhh!” Sid heard some
whisper behind. He swiveled his head back. Shock Knock! It was Ady.
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All of a sudden, Ady sprang over the lounge as if there were multiple springs fitted
on his rear bumpers. “Let me try on her,” Ady said, releasing dense cigarette-
smoke on Sid’s face.
“Ohhhhh... C’mon Ady. She is innocent and pure. If a girl agrees a guy for
discotheque, it doesn’t mean she is morally wrong. I know you very well animal.
And moreover you are not conscious otherwise I would have left you with her...”
“Chuck it. I am not interested in your Vivekananda kind of talks. I am only

interested in Suhani. Go walk it off, I will reason her something,” Ady said huskily,
emanating smoke heroically from his mouth as if smoke grenade. This time Ady
was someone else. Sid could well interpret from Ady’s eyes about his intentions.
“Hey... Ady, so you found any girl of your choice?” shortly Suhani butted in their
talks holding a tray full of Tequila-shots and began smiling stupidly at Sid. A
stupid, sweet, out-of-ordinary smile so heavenly, one would kill anyone to
preserve it.
“No... not yet. I think there is hardly any beautiful angel left in this toxic-heaven.
Well leave it, why are you taking tequila-shots. It will be ineffective on you,” said
Ady.
“Why?”
“Offfooo... Coz you are bloody alcoholic than tequila-shots... ” mashed Ady, the
only Mr.Flirt available in this entire universe. Sid was engaged in drinking water
than listening to his pathetically flirty taglines.
“You got no one to flirt with, except me. Hnnnn! And don’t you know... Someone
is already holding me?” Suhani said, looking stupidly around.
“WHHHOOOOO...?”
“SID” she riposted out loud. GHOSTED GIRL! Water splashed out of Sid’s mouth at
the same very second back into the glass from which he was drinking. Ady’s
eyeballs bulged out of unexpected 40oo megawatt shock.
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“WHHHAAAA....TT??? When was I holding you?” shouted Sid, eyes so wide open
ready to dive out any time.
“Ahhhh... Don’t try to act over-smart Sid. Weren’t you holding my waist a few
minutes before?”
“Noooo.... You only pulled my arm to hold it,” his eyes all in shame, not ready to
accept the forced reality.
“Okay fine, I agree, but didn’t you accept yesterday night that you like me?”
“Okay Guys... I am leaving. You enjoy,” Ady dismissed himself, and began walking
off.
“Oyee... what happened? What happened, Ady? Why are you leaving just like
that?” Sid continued reiterating before he disappeared into blackness. Ady’s
behaviour was odd that night. Ady’s roughness and rudeness was clearly
perceptible. Ady’s voice was never hoarse like that before.
“What was it? Why did he leave just like that? Is he in love with Suhani? No, I
know him he can never fall in love with any girl. Girls are just a toy to him, a
material to play with. Then, why did he leave?” millions of questions bombarded
in Sid’s head. “Ah! Forget it. For the time being, just focus on drinks, Sid.”
“Okay... Let’s booze coz no great story started without booze. LET’s BOOZE AND
GET LOOSE,” said Suhani, sitting close to Sid. So damn close that even homeless
air dreaded passing through.
Sid moved himself an inch back. She came an inch closer.

Sid backed himself again. She came closer again.
Sid’s ‘backslide-defense’ repeated. Her ‘counter-firing’ deteriorated.
Every time she touched, Sid felt a spark rushing through his body. Sid could
completely feel her soft-thighs heating his thighs. Her silky-arms sometimes
rubbing against his arms blessed him with warmth outside. Inside was a hot and

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burning sensation – 1000 centigrade hot. These feelings were something greater
than the feelings any word could detail.
His mind was a fused-circuit as he never expected Suhani so freaking intimate. “It
seems I have signed my own death-warrant after accepting that I like her,” Sid
cursed himself.
“Well, now I am going to test alcohol on my brain. Want to test how robust my
thinking-machine is?” Suhani said, holding tequila-shot.
“WOW! So you are screwing your brain up. Then how would you think?” Sid
asked, WOW-like expressions on his face intact.
“Shut up! Girls never think from brain. We bloody losers think from heart.”
Oops! Was it a comment or a compliment on girls, Sid was totally screwed.

Whatever it was, one thing was bloody clear, girls had their talkative brains
installed in their heart.
Tequila shots on the table. Table too became motionless after ogling at hell
beautiful Suhani. They thirstily began swigging down -
1. First tequila down. “Coooooool... I never thought she would drink it down...
DRINK!!! She gulped it.”
2. Second Tequila down. “I am damn sure, she won’t be able to resist now...”
3. Third Tequila down. “Ohhh Myyy Gaaawwdd... she is a drunkard’s hot
mom...”
4. Fourth Tequila upside-down. “No doubt! This time this beautiful-bomb is
totally bombed.”
Even the tequila drink itself had gone trippy after kissing her lips.
“C’mon Suhani… A few more shots, a few more shots”- it appeared to Sid as if
other tequila drink was screaming to kiss her lips again. Sid kind of rubbed his
eyes thrice and to his amazement it was Ritika shrilling at her back.
Sound-overloaded-disc now seemed like it had gone mute. Shots had their toll,
conquering every fraction of all his liquored brain-cells.

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“Nooo... No more shots to Suhani, Ritika. She is bumper drunk right now,” Sid
wittily excused about Suhani, only to hide the super-drunk stupidity clear on his
face otherwise.
“Okayyy... Shhhiiiiiiddd... Nooo more drinkshhh.” Suhani cooed. Her ‘sh’ words
were simply sweet and fresh. Suhani rested her head on his shoulders, almost
dead.
“Ritika, since Suhani is totally blown up, will you drop her to her paying
guesthouse or shall I take her to my apartment?”
“Your apartment??? Ahaaaan! I got it,” Ritika’s erotic eyes went colossally round
to the diameter of Tequila glasses.
“Ah! Forget it. Why you all girls have installation of Einstein’s brain, always
inferring non-sense out of no sense?”
“Hahaha! Just kidding,” Ritika laughed her lungs out, “But I’ll be lingering here for
an hour. You can take her to your apartment till then. When I’ll be back, you can
shift her to my apartment. Coz entrance of her paying guesthouse might have
closed by now.”
Sid gently locked her right arm round his shoulders, and embraced her velvety
waist to support her through their way out. Soft hair strand falling all around her
face distracted Sid. She appeared beautiful than any of the angels he had seen in
animated movies. The feeling was beyond the feeling of love. Feeling that would
just bring a big smile on your face. Feeling that would convince anyone to smack
kisses all over her face and love her beyond limits. Sid finely adjusted strand of
hair behind her ears.
“Shhho romantic....” she murmured as soft as dove, marking a smile on his face.
“Look Shhiiiiid... You are a cute rashhhcal, adjusting my hair and……. And holding
my waist again. Hnnnn?” Suhani winked mischievously.
“Shhhhh!”

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Her footsteps suffered from sheer alcoholism. She could not place her foot where
Sid wanted it to be. She was so hell drunk as if all her inner organs got replaced
with bar-tables filled with Tequila shots.
Crutching her to car was freaking difficult than carrying 8 months old baby in a
womb. If God had asked his choice, Sid would have preferred the latter.
Getting her seated inside car, Sid adjusted her arms and legs just like any hubby
would do. Suhani tugged him back, all at once. Firmly locked her arms round his
neck, smiled madly into his eyes, and dragged him down until he was completely
above her, until Sid could feel her heartbeats. Her each body part continued
feeding every square inch of his body. The first rampant shock wave travelled
through his entire body vibrating all his internal organs. Sid could hear loud sound
of her adorable heartbeats demanding for his sick love.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, notoriously.
“To my flat, coz it is half past eleven and you are completely lurching.”
“LIAR! LOAFER, why can’t you say you want to exploit me tonight?” she smiled,
tracing her finger gently over his left cheek. Everything seemed stopped- their
heartbeats, their breath, their eye-blinks, except her finger lining his cheek.
“SHUT UP. Now let me drive car...”
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Sid took her straight to his bed room. Clearing off beautiful banyans and gorgeous
underwear kept for drying on his bed, Sid dropped her and began leaving.
“Pleashhhhheeee shtay a little longer Shid,” Suhani murmured, clenching his wrist
promptly. Sid rested on bed as she intruded upon his body. She got pasted as if
any Fevicol adhesive had them pasted.
“Pleashhheee come close Shhhid...”

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“WHAT?” Sid asked, his eyeballs doubling their normal diameter. She locked her
palm in his right palm. Her soft touch transfigured his entire body into one of the
icebergs of Titanic movie.
“Why do you drink so much?” Sid asked, opening his frozen jaws somehow.
“I drink to make other people interesting,” she smiled and started coming closer
till her head was at a kissing distance. She placed her head gently on his chest, her
arm over his abdomen, and cooed, “You know what Shhhid, I trust you blindly and
I am confident that you will never break it...”
“Yep... Never...,” Sid said romantically, adjusting her hair strands that were falling
were over her face behind her ear again.
“You know what. Your smile has power to imbue anyone with its healing powers.
But the problem is - your smile appears just like meteorite shooting. Once in 100
years,” she gleamed. Her smile was so lovely and fetching that could bless a blind
man with eyes to see this wonderful world.
By this time, Tequila shots inside Sid’s head began twirling rapidly. Suhani had
now moved her hand on his face, and Sid had almost tried his very best to keep
distance. This time Sid was struggling to do something. Struggling....? He was
badly struggling as if Tequila had some sex-enhancement drugs dissolved and Sid
was holy object under [s]exploitation.
They were hardly speaking now. Face was more than close till they felt each
other’s breath. Her every next breath went heavy with reducing distance. Tilting
heads to 30 degrees in opposite directions, they started bringing lips nearer and
dearer. Distance was down to millimeters. They softly closed eyes. Breath got
almost exchanged. Sid could feel his soft lower lip brushing against the centre of
her lips. Sid felt the drops of tequila still stuck on her lips. Her lips soooooo soft as
strawberry marshmallows. This was the first time, Sid felt, she crossed all her
boundaries. They felt each and every shiver of that moment.
They were lost in a different galaxy so romantic and indeed passionate when a
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his bedroom in tear-hurry as if missiles fitted on his rears were now activated for
an unknown assault.
Minutes Later…..
A yellowy envelope next to the bed magnified each pupil of Suhani’s eyes to
dimensions of the clock hung on wall. Smiling Suhani overstretched her liquored
arms from the bed and hunted the target envelope. Suhani - with her 32 teeth
still giving demos of her Colgate-white stupid smile, her head dancing sideways on
the orders of dominating alcohol - gleefully crawled her hand inside the envelope
to hunt down its contents. A letter and something cylindrical stuck to her
fingers…. Magnified pupils of her starving eyes gobbled up every line of the letter-
……. And then... Something mysterious, really mysterious, began haunting Suhani
soon after skimming through the message calligraphed on it….
*****

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Chapter 2: The Crashed Saturday Night
Magnified pupils of her starving eyes gobbled up every line of the letter- ……. And
then... Something mysterious, really mysterious, began haunting Suhani soon
after skimming through the message calligraphed….
DEAD SHOCK! Suhani’s dreadful scream woke the dead out of Sid. Sid emerged
into his room supersonically as if just fired from a rocket-launcher.
He saw her in right-out-of-alcohol freshness for the first time which floated inside
his head for a few seconds till she blew him off.
CHHHATTTTTTTTTTTTTT....!!! H.e.r.e...i.t...w.a.s...It resounded in the whole room.

She released her hand on his face, highly unbelievable. Her soft hand landed with
a bang on his left cheek. Sid kept standing there without moving an inch, his head
down meditating on something he could not understand yet.
Not even a single word emanated out of his mouth. His tongue got frozen- the
same tongue that might had dribbled with hers a few minutes before. Words
were not at all ready to come out his mouth and his eyes were not in position to
talk to her drenched eyes. Her eyes were now becoming lakes out of sadness and
mistrust. Five slow long seconds of painful silence followed.
“What you wanted to do with me, Sid? And why?” she reiterated as her voice
seemed wet. There was sound of splintering as her voice cracked. “ALL YOU
THOUGHT OF WAS JUST….. WHY SID????”
Though the entire room was lit with bright moonlight, yet it was lost against the
dark that fell all around her. Her crying froze Sid as though touched with ice. Every
body part was felt numb, lifeless, screaming with pain.
In completely lost state, she backed herself against the wall and waveringly sat
down wailing and sobbing. Sid could see a small water puddle adjacent to her
head, drops falling into it depressing him to commit suicide. Her cries pinned his
heart every passing slow second.
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“You broke my trust, Sid... Why did you...” She stared unseeingly on the floor,
whispering curses frequently whenever she thought about the message. Her
screaming was sort of several needles flowing through his blood tearing his veins.
“All you wanted to do was sleep with me tonight? Apply your cheap tricks, exploit
me off my unconscious state, and satisfy your shameless intentions…?”
“I am not getting what you are speaking, Suhani,” Sid said, voice retarded.
Somehow he managed to accumulate voice which seemed scattered in various
parts of his body from centuries.
“JUSTTTT SHUT UP! You are the person I blindly trusted and you just... How could
you be so inferior, Sid...,” She yelled, traces of tears all around her face just like
several gorges out of two waterfalls. “You are not getting anything, hnn? I don’t
think you are so dumb, so innocent. WHAT IS THIS LETTER FOR?????”
Suhani smashed the letter right on his face. Embarrassed Sid, with his eyes still
unable to have words with her eyes, went through the content penned in there…
Sending you two capsules of hypnotic drug.

Pour the contents of both capsules in Suhani’s drink
And quench all your desires…
Voila! My superstar champ, make me proud...
Sid too sat down next to her, lovingly held her hand and apologized. His voice
sounded extremely mild, showing signs of guilt he had.
“Do you think your sorry will work? Saying sorry is easier to say then realizing it,
Sid. A person like you, are selfish, forever ready to destroy anyone for their
benefits. I liked you, Sid. And you…. You were just advancing towards me for this
reason, for tonight, just to….. Shameless, Sid. Disgusting…. You and your cheap
intentions, GO TO HELL…. All men are cheap creatures…. GET LOST!” she retorted
with boiling rage not at all allowing him to calm her down. She could no longer
take him on trust.
“But….. But… Listen to me once…”

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“JUST SHUT THE HELL UP! All men are same. They are all bloody cheat,” She
shrilled as Sid stood up and began walking away.
“Who told you to try all of them?” Sid said, finding the situation a little funny.
“JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, NOW!” she cried and cried, and cried beyond
words could explain.
Sid stood silently at one corner without saying any alphabet. Even if he had to
speak up, words never sprung out before Suhani. All he was left with nothing but
himself alone with disgrace. Sid truly cursed himself for something he could yet
not apprehend.
Multiple images of past flashed in Suhani’s brain- ‘the pleasant memories and
Sid’s caring nature that always boosted her to do even the seemingly difficult and
entangled things. His touches and caresses. His friendly smile without any kind of
impurity. His mischievous and clever ways to tell lies and her stupidity to consider
them true. The first time when he was enjoyably fagging, and noticing this Suhani
twisted her nose. In a second he stubbed it down and smiled foolishly at her.’
“All you love is yourself, Sid. You are a big damn fraud, Sid. A big damn fraud!”
stoically she wiped tears off her face, and dashed inside en-suite washroom. She
now hated Sid, Sid’s bed, Sid’s bedroom, Sid’s home, Sid’s cherished memories
and any of the things that had association with Sid. Even the feelings she had for
him, and furthermore herself for trusting his disguised purity and integrity.
“SCOUNDREL! I hate you. I hate you….. Son of a...,” she shrilled from the
washroom. From her melancholic voice, Sid could easily make out the suffused
pain and suffering she had that instant. “JUST FOR THE SAKE OF SE…. YOU BAS…..”
Dashing outside, she was left with no other choice but to glance at his face which
she now detested the most. Sid was smoking fag-ends. Her swollen eyes were
callously staring at him. Sid dropped the fag and smiled foolishly again.
“You are big damn fraud, Sid. A big damn fraud,” Cold-bloodedly she turned her
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“Duh! What should I do? Shall I go behind her or run towards toilet to cry like a
baby wasting away toilet papers. Let’s save trees. It’s better to do none of the
things and focus on cigarettes,” Sid thought. He picked the discarded fag up and
sucked it all in one shot. “But I hope she won’t tonight’s events on Facebook, girls
are sick at typing their feelings down on social networking sites. Updating
depressing status at Facebook is as gratifying as romance for them.”
All you love is yourself, Sid. You are a big damn fraud, Sid. A big damn fraud!
A fiery remembrance of chiding scream by another wailing girl years ago returned
to haunt Sid….
*****
Chapter 3 – Table Had Turned!
“Hey. Where are you?” a female system spoke as Ady picked up his buzzer.
Buzzer because, he always kept his phone on vibration mode and his friends
teased that it might handicap his b…..whatever….
“Sorry... I didn’t get who is this speaking?” Ady replied a hell sweet, not wanting
to lose this undreamt encounter with female voice in his female-deficient life.
“This is Suhani here. When are you leaving for office...?” she asked drily. Maybe
black clouds of deceit were still hovering over her head on bright sunny day. She
adhered to her ideology- the more she behaved impassively, the early she would
do away with her butchered past.
“Whaaaa......aa....ttt?” Ady stammered. Flustered, like any big-spectacled nerd

puzzled on his first ever talks with a girl who sensed him horny and was begging
to get laid. “Where is Sid? Isn’t he driving you to office?” he said, smiling
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“No... And don’t take his name before me. He is not worth talking about,” she
answered in flush of anger. Her remark was no less than any of the Indian
mother-father slangs. Indirectly, she kind of did all mother-father to Sid.
“What happened? I hope everything is fine.”
“I’ll tell you later. Get ready and pick me up.”
“PIIIICCCKKKK YOUUU...!”
“O C’mon, Ady. Now, don’t start torturing me with your remarkably brutal jokes.”
“Okay... I am leaving for washroom now. You stay ready,” said Ady, all charged up.
“Okay. Bye.”
Ady took a hasty flight towards washroom holding his groin, all in blink’s eye. Ady
had outstanding fascinations for her. And fascination no matter how squalid is
essential. It enlivens a man to miraculous levels that he can happily dance along
the public route totally naked.
Addiction of girls is the most intoxicated drug,

And it grows whenever they hug.
But in case of Suhani,
It seems my heart is not a thug....
Ady crooned the song while taking shower. The most lucky thing man had ever
invented is shower head, it can ogle at every person without letting the other to
know its sexy-intentions. Pearl-drops falling over his naked-machine made him
feel the romantic weather foretelling the royal arrival of love-breeze in his life.
Ady continually imagined her enchanting face and smile that always swayed him
off his feet, and this was the first time he would be so close to her.
“The result would be fruitful this time, DADDY-BASTARD-IS-COMING! Nah not just
fruitful..! I would rather say juice-full,” Ady shouted, waving off his clothes while
jerking his hips like an exotic pole dancer stripping off in some private
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apparels a number of times, changed his hair-style more than he needed to and
every time felt disappointed thinking former style as the better one. “Ehhhhh..!
Not even a single hair-style is matching my looks today. I think I should apply
hardcore gel and get into spikey-cum-sexy looks. Hmmm... Now, that’s ‘The best’.
Suhani’s production house will definitely yield hormones in excess today,” Ady
smiled, gossiping absurdly to his reflection in the mirror.
He sprayed the whole damn bottle of playboy perfume on his shirt. There’s no
question guys go bananas on just a thought of meeting a girl and begin
daydreaming about due course of events. Wonder, if they actually meet.
Speedily Ady drove off and went straight to her PG (Paying Guest place) like a
drone missile launched to destroy the warship.
“Here is your Spiderman, Will be riding with you ma’am. From AM to PM, 24 hrs
service ma’am,” Ady rhymed. His hands waved as if boneless. His head jerked as if
cog inside robot’s head had caught rust.
Suhani might have inferred till now, what a big intolerable flirt Ady was, only if
she had brain.
“Very funny!” Suhani said curtly.
“It was really sweet. But you will always find it funny. Isn’t it?” Ady replied,
making his face long like a banana and averting his eyes away in sulk.
“I am sorry. Okay fine, it was sweet... Now happy...” Suhani cooed. Her voice was
like a cuckoo bird, so hypnotizing. For once, Ady wanted to caress her cheeks, but
dreaded about her slap the very next second. Ady shut in his romantic-flavors,
and simply smiled. Ady believed he had a legendary smile which would force her
to smile as well.
“And she smiled... She smiled... It worked. It is the first time my smile made a girl
smile in her most disturbing moments. My smile got style,” Ady visualized himself
jigging with happiness on pink bed skirted by pink pillows. His imaginations had
superb ‘Gay-effect’.
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Suhani straddled and gently placed her palms on his shoulders. Super-high
electric-current jetted from his shoulders straight to his knees. All his body parts
were felt vibrating to 1000 oscillations a second, except his thing.
“Why the heck there are no grab-rails on your bike?”
“It’s good for me. Had grab-rails been at the rear, I would not have felt your soft
touch,” Ady flirted.
“Hehehe... Okay,” she smiled shyly, clutching his shoulders.
“Wear my helmet?” Ady ordered roughly, appeared more of sweet and lovely.
His sudden behavioral change was felt out-of-the-way. Curiosity stifling her
feelings, she asked, “Why are you showing so much concern for me?”
“I don’t know. It’s the first time I am caring for someone more than myself,” said
Ady in a damn friendly way and sped off.
All the way to office, Ady was riding bike at an enormous speed. So bloody
enormous even the bicycle-riders went past him and each automobile driver
abused him relentlessly with their mouth opening and closing rapidly. It was
highly unlikely for a guy like him so abusive in his talks, not bouncing back at
those mother-sister-speakers. Maybe her hands resting on his shoulders were
doing some black magic. So is the black beauty of girls!
“Ady... Do you always ride so peacefully like this?” asked Suhani, irritated till toes.
“Naaaah..! It is for the first time. I can’t take risk.”
“Ahaaaan... I can understand. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me.”
“Girl, you got me wrong. I mean I can’t take any risk of throwing these lovely
moments that God has created for our good. If it had been in my hands, I would
have turned the laws-of-nature and stayed in it everlastingly.”
“Bloody romance-king! He never allowed anyone to know how romantic he is,”

Suhani smiled in her imagination. Ady’s hit and trial was working bitchy well.
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“For the first time, these Indian roads full of pits are a boon. Each pit makes her
move so damn closer. Oh GOSH! Her marvelous skinny touch against my back is
generating a thunderstorm inside,” thought Ady, all transmuted into a different
planet.
Bike came to a screeching halt soon, and clearly the delicious fun was over.
Getting off the bike, Suhani took the helmet out, wiggled her head to settle her
hair. Ady felt as if an angel had stepped down on impure earth and was readying
to purify everyone. He could sense some sort of attraction incrementing with
every passing minute. “I am just not getting what it is... What kind of force it is.
Seems like she is a ‘Mother of Magnetism’, attracting everyone,” Ady relapsed
into his thought process.
Ady asked her for the reason of not coming with Sid. Her eyes rolled back in fear.
Past memories like a stack of photographs began arriving in her mind and she
continually switched them one after another, sometimes getting engrossed on
one or the other picture. Her all systems went ceased for five slow, long seconds.
“Something disgusting happened on Saturday night. I just hate him now.”
“DISGUSTING?” Ady said, replacing Sid in the kissing scene with himself and
fantasizing about Suhani. Not just the kissing scene, even beyond that.
“Why...? What happened?” Ady asked concernedly; a question not worth asking.
“Just don’t ask what went wrong that dark-night... The one I liked the most is now
the most hated. He is simply mild-from-outside-wild-from-inside kind of guy,”
Suhani roared in anger beyond the boiling point of her blood.
Ady sensed some peculiarity when she worded Sid as ‘Wild’ from inside. Things
were working for Ady. Ady’s face has a conspiratorial grin as he thought,
“Whatever happened. Whatever it was! But right now, the table had turned and
everything is just rightly happening for me... I incessantly craved for this day more
than anybody else…”
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Chapter 4: Unpredictable Swear
It was nearly the expiry of 3rd quarter for the year, and a night before offset of
New Year eve. Everyone was changing with the dates changing on calendar.
Changes are a crucial component of life, and struggles too. But struggling can be
abated drastically if you transform with time. One unable to transform with time
was always titled as ‘Shithead’. Gals aging 16 were changing with dress-code
shifts, suddenly shifting from skirts-n-shirts to much western extra-short-skirts-n-
shirts ending three inches below their waistline. Even Indian government had
changed repo-rate of banks around 16 times. So volatile were the stock markets
that one day they would be hovering around 15999 pts, and next morning they
would shed 583 pts. If all this followed exceptionally volatile shifting, then why
exceptionally frustrated Suhani be left behind…
Instead of being called ‘Shithead’ she must be entitled ‘Trick-head’. Is this what
she thought? What was she up to now? Will she be plotting any deadly mind-
game like other girls do? Or will she preserve her pleasant sweetness in life-
tampering political world..?
Myriad thoughts exploded in her brain like rampant projectiles bombed by a

rocket launcher. One time or the other she was mooning over Sid’s messages that
he sent during sleepless late-nights. Not actually, Sid just curtly replied to her
messages. Instead it was only Suhani who messaged or called him. If her
messages were two pages tedious, his replies were suffering from text-deficiency
syndrome comprising a paltry two words. Just like ‘bye-bye’, ‘it’s okay’, ‘Good
night’, or any of the super-short messages. She was completely lost fidgeting in
her cell-phone, switching from one Sid’s telegram kind of annoyingly short
message to another. Even if she had read all, she repeated her text-reading-
assignment over and over as if two trifle words were a big damn encyclopedia.
“Call me... Honey....” she whispered as silently as a sudden waft. Clearly this
proves girls got more desperation than whopping-despo-guys. The only reality is
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“This irritating mobile phone is the reason for my beautifully doomed life. And
moreover network service providers, they reduce call rates to such a low level
that gals can’t abstain from talking stupid with guys. No matter service providers
are profitable or not, but I am at complete loss. At Double-Loss, by paying the
price two times – (1) price of phone calls (2) price of being alone. He made my life
a hellhole. SHUCKS!”
She moved into washroom, slowly and slowly took the attires of her curvaceous
figure even the clothes had been shrieking- ‘we beg, don’t throw us away... don’t
throw us away please...’ It was serious injustice to separate clothes from her hot
and electrifying body, and she was criminal committing this ruthless crime.
Beware! Girls are heartless creatures to their own shield at times.
Tonight, she didn’t take a look at her waist in mirror if her waist-size was reduced
one more inch to 25. This was her everyday routine to assess shape and size of
her waist, in case she had to do more yoga to impress Sid. She remembered what
Sid said once- “Spend your life with one who makes you happy and not who you
have to impress.”
Her phone buzzed and she raced into her bedroom like a second-hand Ferrari. Her
night gown kind of flew in air. A delicate gust of air would have brought the whole
damn gown down and left her unclothed. Don’t know who she wanted to seduce
with her netted night-gown, that too in ‘Girls Paying Guest Accommodation’.
She had a message- a message from her psyche that Sid won’t message her at any
cost. “Me and my flaming hallucinations.... ARGH!” she shrilled in horrifying high-
pitch. Any ghost would have cried. “Enough, no more I want to be ‘kiss-d-same-
shit-whole-life’ kind of gal. I will just follow ‘flirt-to-fun’ ideology, best suited
today. Life is a bitch and so am I.”
At 11 of moonless night, her eyes craving for Sid’s messages began turning off.
Her eyes so bulgy like fused bulbs radiating no light, yet melodious of darkness.
She felt her body vibrating all of a sudden. Against her escalating emotions for Sid,
it was fulltime-sticker Ady’s call.

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Ady’s text boosted her crushed confidence that Sid won’t call her. Even if she had
jumped from the fourth floor, Sid won’t have arrived. At the same time she
realized girls were never short of choices. Even the worst girls bagged the best
guy in town was an evidence. Be it ‘beauty-with-shallow-heart’ or ‘ugly-but-big-
heart’, everyone held a fashionable-dude forever revolving on their little finger.
“Hey. Where were you from the last two days? I hope everything is fine,” Ady
asked, a little happy and a little annoyed.
“Hieee! Just slight mood swings... Now, I am fine.”
“Ahan! Ma’am, I got it. Shall I swing your mood again?” he graced with thin flirty
touch. Guys are Godfather at flirting, and gals’ life would be hell boring if they
won’t flirt. Girls must accept.
“You can’t. I challenge, an open challenge,” replied Suhani, her voice with
notorious shades.
“Ahan! Kiddo, trying to challenge a mentally-challenged person? I will rise to this

challenge and bring lost smile back on your face. Challenging a mentally
challenged person is like signing your own death warrant.”
Not enough skilled to resist her curiosity, she asked, “Mentally challenged..?
How..?”
“Leave it… You won’t agree if I reason about my being mentally challenged.”
“C’mon Ady, say now... I will accept it?” she retorted, jigging on her toes as
curiosity level shot up. Don’t know why girls are so bad in withstanding their
curiosity levels. The more they are curious, the higher is the fun in irritating them.
“Will you really accept it?” played Ady, assessing her curiosity levels. When you
make someone curious and suddenly tell something heart-warming, it works. You
can impress a person in 1/100 of a second. Ady knew it, and he was deadly skilled
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“Yep, of course. Now, don’t explode my tummy with blasting curiosity levels,
duffer.”
“Your absence at office from last two days was truly a mental-attack for me. I was
really missing something, but mental-block inside your head won’t let you
understand what I felt.”
“WHA....AAATTTTT? You mean to say you were missing me?”
“Estupido (stupid)... I didn’t say that. I was actually missing your pleasant smile.
Probably I would have slipped into coma if you had not picked up my call and
talked,” Ady replied and she broke into peals of laughter. Her laugh- and his
heartbeats protested to pump louder than their configured limits.
“Girls when smile, chance is grabbed. If chance is grabbed, they are trapped!!!”
Ady laughed out loud. She chuckled again. She laughed again. Loud enough to
echo the entire Solar System and shake sun of its centre.
“Ye Ye Yippieee Yippieee Ye Ye. You laughed. You laughed,” Ady began jigging on
his bed as if a beggar in outworn clothes had stumbled across Gold-pot brimmed
up by heavy gold coins. Or even if pot had been full of secondhand unpaired
slippers, beggar would have been happy as never before. The only difference was
Ady was a wealthy beggar with 80000 USD stashed in his international bank
accounts. “I won the challenge babes, you lost... Ha ha ha.”
Suhani was enjoying the moments with Ady that brought forth unstoppable
earthquakes of laughing waves in her stomach. Her shaken heart for once
desperately wanted to record these moments in cd-player of her head, and live in
it over and over again by replaying them. Wonder, if her head was a cd-player
without any pause button. Don’t know if girls have pause button in their head,
but there is no pause button on their mouth for sure.
“Can we plan out for New Year Night, full of radiant light, with you on my right,
drawing in everybody’s sight,” Ady rhymed out humorously, bloody panicked
inside if she guns all the obscene ‘mother-beep-beep’ slangs of the world.

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“NEWWW YEAR EVEEE!!! Do you want to celebrate it with me...?” she spoke
loudly out. Her mouth opened like a rocket launcher. Surprised, shocked and
tensed. All states of anxiety at the same time.
“Now, don’t say you won’t join me on 31st December coz you have merciless
mood-swinger?”
“Merciless mood-swinger... As in???”
“Merciless, coz your mood swings are like unknown natural disasters. They won’t
only let you in deep trouble but a poor person like me as well.”
“My mood swings will trouble you? How the hell you can say that?”
“Estupido (Stupid) you are. Every time I need to elaborate things to make them
put into your head. Obviously, the way you left flaring your nostrils from cafe last
time sent me into throes of mental disability. I was in deep deep trouble.”
“Flirting with me... han??? What a fantabulous farter flirt you are,” Suhani
complimented him.
“I won’t mind your calling me a ‘big dot-dot flirt’ till it makes you happy. And
moreover, if other guy flirts, he is cool like booze. If I flirt, my character is loose?
Hanh???”
She chuckled, “But I like the way you flirt.”
“I like the way you flirt... Is she indirectly saying she likes me? If so, then I am
luckiest surviving on earth right now... Yippieeeeee,” thought Ady, but could not
stop from giving an intelligent reply, “And I Like the way you cross-flirt...”
“Hehehehehe...” she giggled again which kind of produced big pregnant butterfly
in Ady’s belly. Big butterfly producing hundreds of eggs and later multiplying into
small butterflies whenever she giggled.
“What is it..? Damn! All this is happening so suddenly. More than speed of the
light, maybe more than speed of our thoughts...? She likes my flirting, she likes
my talking style, she likes my voice; she likes everything in me. I like you my
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bubbly-crystal, my honey,” Ady, the over-excited organism, hi-fived himself
mentally.
Their mentally sick gossips continued more than they needed to. Ady was just
trying to make her as peppier as never before, and Suhani, not even once, felt the
need to keep her phone down. During conversation, Ady indirectly made her
realize, “It’s better to wound yourself for the better person than continuously be
wounded by the one who you thought was the best.”
Their dumb brains somehow planned out for their first New Year Bash together.
……..And as the beautiful music of her sweet laughs increased the lifespan of his
ears, Ady brutally swore in his thoughts, “For the eyes- For the eyes that will dare
to look at you, I swear, I will pluck them out... Come what may.”
*****

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Chapter 5: New Year Disaster
Arresting eyeliner, lip-smacking pinkish lipstick, and over it, the inessential lip-
gloss. This was what brainless Suhani and her super-brainless friends were up to,
decorating their essentials with the non-essentials. They continued switching
from one dress to another to arrive on some enticing and sex-appealing stuff. It
was last night of current year, and they waited for Ady to leave for discotheque.
Suhani got into her man-trapping blue short spaghetti accurately ending at
halfway to her knees. Gals’ inflaming leg-piece is no doubt very much responsible
for global warming, heating up guys’ eyes to enormous temperatures.
Suhani, used to wear Indian traditional clothes to keep perverts away, but today
she was enthusiastically indulged in flaunting her assets. Her mindset was
drastically changed or she was voluntarily trying to compete with other ‘Skin
Show’ kind of girls.
“You are looking freaking hot, Suhani,” complimented Taniya.
“What hot, yaar? Cleavage isn’t visible, so defective this dress is,” pouted Suhani
in disappointed, standing before vanity and adjusting her dress to bring cleavage
up in the open.
“HAHAHAHA, Don’t try that much. It appears only when it exists,” Taniya
guffawed, showing middle finger to Suhani as if her boyfriend broke up soon after
clapping eyes at Suhani’s cleavage and Taniya was now on revenge.
“Shut up bitch, you watch out for your ones. What if they deflate like balloons
one day?”
“You balloon-less fish! Pick up your cell-phone, it has been buzzing from so long,”
Taniya shrieked.
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It was Ady over the phone, asking her if she was all set to quake the dance floor
by her little herculean lumps at disc tonight, so he can pick her up from her PG.
“Yup... if you’ll see me tonight, you’ll say ‘I Love You’ a thousand times,” Suhani
chuckled, charging herself up to get hooked again.
Phone disconnected and she again got settled in front of vanity to assess if her
dress was nicely fitted on her perfectly curvy body. She readjusted V-neckline of
her dress, if at least cleavage becomes conspicuous now.
“Run! Run! Run! We are getting late,” said Taniya after hearing Ady’s car’s honks
and pushing Suhani off the vanity towards the doorstep. Hurriedly like a malicious
storm they went down the stairs. Obviously, superhot girls are always a malicious
storm with unkind intentions to grab men’s attentions, toy with them and finally
throw them in state of retentions...
“Ohhhhh! My bluffed buns! I forgot something....” exclaimed Taniya and back-

geared herself towards Suhani’s room pasted on third floor.
“What happened......?”
“I forgot to bring rubber, a protection... I can’t take any risk, honey,” yelled
Taniya. PG seemed less of ‘Paying Guests’ and more of ‘Pervert Guests’. Total
memory loss is fateful when person gets so involved in erotica, Suhani realized as
she went past the open gutter to reach Ady’s car.
“Hi Ady,” Suhani cooed and got seated. Ady’s mind paralyzed, his mouth
stretched open to the diameter of the open gutter.
“Girl who used to wear Indian traditional clothes is now in spaghetti. The
traditional attires already reveal her curves and over it this western clothing; no
man would like to take his eyes away from her. Sure signals of storm before
calm,” thought Ady, rubbing his eyes in utter shock. Suhani appeared radiating
high intensity moonlight that every other thing just seemed fading. Even the
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“Ady, what are you thinking? I greeted you hi,” Suhani frowned, poking his arm
once, twice, and thrice till he whooshed out of his fantasies.
“Nothing nothing... h- h- hiee,” stammered Ady, his mouth still 100% wide open.
“How am I looking?” asked Suhani. Ady, still in state of mental blankness. She
reiterated again and it would be a crime for Ady to shut his round-open mouth
and avert his eyes.
“What the hell? You’re just staring at me. Why can’t you let the bloody words of
your mouth?” retorted Suhani, annoyed by his frozen gutter-like mouth.
“You should understand why I am giving you an amazing stare. We guys throw
astounded stare only when beauty is devastatingly hot,” Ady remarked, expecting
the compliments from Suhani in response.
“Thank you, Ady,” She said. Ady was dumbstruck, his eyeballs turning red, no
single sign of compliment, hopefully hopeless to even open his jaws on her ‘every-
other-person-sucks’ attitude.
Taniya streaked down like a bullet train. Much faster than Bullet train. Even
Japanese might have felt envious of her rapid pace for their so-called BULLET
TRAIN stood nothing before her speed.
Taniya scanned him all - Tightly fitted black silky shirt exhibiting Ady’s puffed up
V-chest and biceps with cuts to perfection, black narrow-fit trousers proving he
had worked hard on his thighs (Surely on Gym and not on bed. If it had been on
bed, thighs would have been lean), pointed black Armani’s shoes, and Breitling’s
wrist watch flaunting sophistication.
“You look like James Bond tonight...” complimented Taniya.
“Nooo... babes, James Bond looks like me...” sniggered Ady, over-satisfied by a
forged compliment from an unexpected flirty item.
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“Taniya, you are totally wrong. She is already impressed. Ask her if you don’t
believe me.”
“OH ENOUGH! Shut up you two...,” Suhani horned in.
“Hehehehe... Sorry Shaktimaan,” Ady said comically, holding his ears. All three
kept staring each other with stupidity for three long seconds, before laughing out
loud enough to wobble his entire car.
All through her way, Suhani was contemplating if she really had to be like other
girls. In such a case, she would definitely lose her innocence, her sweetness, and
importantly herself. She realized that everyone today exploits the purity of others
and tap their honesty to their ill-will. She was so nice to Sid, but still he exploited
her and broke her trust. Everybody looks down on hapless woman and gives her a
bull-shit. In the world so self-interested, she too had to be selfish. She damned in
her thoughts - Honesty is the best policy...my ass. Honesty is only best till it is
meant to deceive others…
*-*
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM...! DJ JHAAANTU EXCLUSIVE hits... C’mon gals and guys.
SHAKE YOUR CUTEY-BOOTY...
The punk music was boisterously loud to transform a mentally fit person to a
highly unstable one, to send him to a Psychiatrist hospital. Every chick-n-dick was
decked in flashily snazzy attires. Some chicks and some chinkies were in sporty
denims that seemed just stuck on their waistline. A delicate touch would fall their
denims for sure. Poor lonely perverts faced bad luck of not getting stag entries
this time. Young hearts were younger than ever, and old uncles with ‘bulged-out-
stomach’ and old blubbery Auntijis (Aunts) appeared much youthful than those
young beautiful hearts. Auntijis who had to wear Indian Sarees in that age were
wearing western tightly fitted shirts-n-trousers which further showed their
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skirts that had green flowers and rainbow leaves printed over them. Green
flowers and rainbow leaves, Ady noticed and almost laughed.
Ady was relentlessly engaged in tripping the light fantastic toe, turning his neck
right to left and back just to catch where Suhani was lost in dark. He could see her
far out of the crowd, standing beside couch and stretching her spaghetti so it
could hide her thighs. The more she stretched, the more her cleavage was visible.
Again she would readjust her neckline to hide cleavage, and her dress would
sweep up to reveal her thighs which she tried hiding earlier. Ady perceived her
uneasiness buck-naked from his naked eyes.
Ady strolled towards her as he thought how beautiful she was, he could easily
separate her from the bouncy crowd. So fiery beautiful she was that he could not
stand it.
“What happened, Suhani? Why aren’t you dancing?” probed Ady.
“Hehehe... nothing as such. I was just searching to partner out with someone...”
replied Suhani, striving for intelligent expressions.
“Do you really think, you are intelligent than me?” Ady looked into her eyes and
could obviously interpret that she was even unable to lie cleanly. Ady understood
that some moments of the past had troubled her and she felt exceedingly
awkward in spaghetti.
“Whaa....aa...ttt...?” she faltered a bit. Her eyes not talking to his eyes. Gently Ady
held her hand and took her straight to the exit. Without saying a word, he guided
her towards his car where he made her sit inside. Deepening her brows, she
smiled into his eyes. Her smile was so bloody genuine – her single deadly ‘smile-
shot’ and guys would not be wasting bullets for their suicidal death.
“Hmmmm... Now I can say Suhani is back,” Ady casted a perfect self-acclaimed
gentleman’s smile. For others, his smile was like that of one in a billion, that when
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“You know what. It’s just 15 minutes to 12, and you made me come outside just
before champagnes were to open?” shouted Ady, focusing on talks than on
steering.
“Haaaawwwww... How mean... It was you who pulled me outside. How can you
blame me for all this?” argued Suhani. She was back in her kid stuff. Her
modulation was so childish that anyone would love to caress her cheeks. And Ady
did the same; he fisted on her right cheek endearingly.
Bringing his car to a screeching halt amidst abundant and spooky flyover, Ady
exploded car’s speakers to 200%. Weather was dead refreshing and musically
romantic. Ady began jerking his legs, waving his back, snapping his fingers as if he
was the Michael Jackson’s Indian Version available on the road. He twitched his
hyper-excited hips in between sometimes as the music desired like he was girding
up to defeat Shakira. Even Shakira would have died suffocating after watching him
dance. His head was nowhere wobbling with the music; all stuck at one place as if
got cemented by sand and mortar. In short, he was out of his head. It’s said - In
love, people lose their heart is true. They forgot to mention people lose brains as
well.
“Love is a screwed heart’s syndrome....” Ady said and pulled her in. Suhani kept
her left hand on his shoulder. Ady laid his hand round her waist, and got down
with his ball dance. They both smiled and laughed. Her midriff was damn curvy,
Ady calculated its dimensions. “Waistline 26,” Ady whispered thoughtlessly.
“WHAT???” Suhani smiled marginally, shaking her head to slightest degrees.
“Nothing… nothing,” Ady said, trying to overcome embarrassment under his shy
smile.
She too jigged and danced, sprung and capered, rebounding back into his arms.
She was enjoying life like Hitler had enjoyed, simply carefree. Ady could see her
uneasiness was brutally murdered now, her eyes were glowing better than firefly
and smile was wider than a UFO saucer’s diameter.

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Crackling sound fell on their ears. They eyed up to delight themselves with
crackers sparkling and crunching up in sky. Ady could catch them bursting in her
shiny eyes. It resembled like a brand new galaxy was taking birth in the black
universe of her eyes.
Ady brought champagnes from the back of his car. They both uncapped the
bottles, shook them to the max till froth gushed out higher than Eiffel Tower’s
height. How wonderful you feel opening champagne before a girl you wish in your
arms on a New Year night. Over that if she kisses right on your lips, you would live
your whole life in that one day, that one single moment.
“CHEEERRSSS!!! The toast to our New Year,” they exchanged dumb smiles and
hugged tightly. He never expected hug from Suhani, that too tightly, that also on
the New Year night. Ady was alive to meet her in this life. More was he alive to
see life back on her charming face. Don’t know why stable guys turn to maniac
philosophers when in screwy love – a totally ruined case.
“Life is too short to be lived with. And I have lived all my life in these moments,”
smiled Suhani, placing her palm on his biceps.
“It is just the beginning...” replied Ady, still feeling her hug on his chest. Her palm
still pasted on his swollen arm.
“Her small soft hands on my biggie-biceps. I somewhere feel my biceps, too have
a heart enclosed within them, expanding and contracting over and over again,”
Ady got engrossed in his thoughts.
“Helloww! Where you got lost?”Suhani snapped her fingers an inch close to his
face.
“Nothing… nothing…” Ady tried hiding dense stupidity prominent on his face.
“So, did you find the girl of your choice?” asked Suhani, her right hand cupping
her chin and forefinger tapping on her left cheek.
“Now what should I say. Why the hell she only asks me this question? Why can’t
any other girl ask the same, so I can confidently answer that it is Suhani. This
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would somehow buzz into her ears through that girl. And if her answer would be
negative, at least it will not crush my world right in front of me. I don’t
understand what happens to my tongue. It suddenly goes numb or slips into state
of coma. Every time it gets paralyzed whenever she asks it... DAMMNNNN, the
most difficult situation I have ever been into,” Ady struggled with thoughts cross-
firing inside his head as if machine gun was fired unceasingly from both sides of
his brain.
“What happened? All your brain-cells seem getting lost in the arms of your girl
again… hnnn?” Suhani laughed out sinfully loud and poked Ady with her cute little
forefinger. The same cute finger which dances guys.
“Nothing... I am just not sure if she likes me or not.”
“O lover! Who is she? What’s her name?”
BOOM BOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOM and now the machine-gun fires were down to
zero as they were overtaken by bombardments crushing and burning his head.
Futuristic movie erupted in his mind, “I remember there were four more guys. All
better than me who asked Suhani to hook up. All of them were turned down with
a fixed deposit of slap. Now what should I say? Anyhow she would come to know
that I like her. Should I push the buzzer and see what happens? The better would
be to cross-question.”
Ady cross-examined, “You tell me. What will you do if you like someone, but are
not sure if he likes you?”
“Ummmm... I would stay with him for a longer period. Spend more quality time
with him to elicit what’s concealed inside his heart and what he feels for me.”
Ady ascertained her ordinary idea was grandly commendable, that every brainless
person in this world could come up with. Gals also got a knack to talk intelligent at
times, boys must confess.
“So... You didn’t tell who she is...?”

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“Ahhhhh.... Not again,” intensely irritated by same question over and over Ady
stood scratching his head, looking here and there as if his dream girl was a stray
bitch which wanders in the dark and lives on roads.
“Aaaaaa... The girl is truly an angel. I have just met her once, but I like her a lot.
The day I will know my angel’s name, I will let you know... Okay,” smiled Ady,
picking up the most common ‘Last-lie-survival-strategy’ among boys. Oops!
Among girls too. Girls too need to save their butts from being busted, right?
“I hope whatever you said is true,” self-assured Suhani.
“Monster-thanks to God, she is not having lie-detector machine. Otherwise, she

would have battered my butt with iron-rods, forced me place my trembling butt
on lie-detector and extracted her name out.”
“Okay, what about your New Year Resolution?” asked Ady, really interested to
know what her mind speaks. He eagerly wanted to know each and every thing,
and every person she favors and disfavors. Hoping his name jumps off her mouth
any day.
“New Year's Eve has always been a time for looking back to the past, and more
importantly, forward to the coming year. It's a time to reflect on the changes we
want (or need) to make and resolve to follow through on those changes. I would
like to change with the changing world,” answered Suhani.
Ady realized her eyes flinched back in fear. She had again recollected things of
past. Girls are really bad of digging their past and tearing them until it screws their
head.
“What crap? I like the way you are Suhani. Even today, you are in spaghetti that
was making you feel uneasy in the disc. I like it when you are in traditional
clothes. And I know you also like to be in traditional clothes. Be what you really
are. Don’t change Suhani,” expressed Ady, totally pissed off. People are more
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In no time, she raised her head and asked childishly, “So... what else do you like in
me?”
“You do what you love. I love that quality...” Ady responded with a cute smile.
Suhani produced a dimpled-smile on her face. Her two dimples were just like two
big moons of a same sky.
“Hmmm... You are saying right, Ady. I have so many friends, but all they want is to
go and watch movie or have a cup of coffee with me. But no one ever said it. You
are the one to say it,” said Suhani. “What about your New Year resolution?”
“Ummmm... To preserve your simplicity and sweetness,” Ady replied softly. Boys’
voice always turns from rough to soft whenever they’re hell busy with their love.
“Isn’t it strange? I don’t know you much, yet I came with you for late night
celebrations,” quizzed Suhani.
“Hmmmm... Why so?”
“Hehehehe... To decide your character,” she giggled and rapped on his head.
“How cute... She is asking a question and answering the same by herself. How
sweet! I am in love with your cute answers too.” Her laugh reminded Ady of his
school times when he liked a girl, but could not propose her for an obligation. He
was just in class II when she was in class IV. Unfortunate he was, 2 yrs younger
than her. That girl had laugh similar to what Suhani had that time.
“So... Now you decided about my character?” asked Ady.
“Yup....”
“Wha..aa..aa...ttt...?” Ady stammered.
“That you are…”
“I am?????” Ady raised his brows beyond limits.
“IDIOOOTTT....” she announced.

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Placing their extra-hot butts on extra-cold bonnet of car, they continued their
sensible gossips missing every ingredient of sense. Ady watched the full moon so
beautiful, but not as beautiful as her Suhani. ‘Her’ Suhani? Boys are deceitfully
honest at calling their not-yet-girlfriend girl, their owned thing.
Completely involved in talks, Ady lurched towards the edge of the flyover. A
dreadful swish just under the flyover astounded his mind, smothering his very
soul. In a streak of lightening, a black Scorpio furiously raced through its way at
scary 140 kmph. Ady was terrified. His hands shriveled on the railing of flyover
and his heartbeats escalated, only to curdle his blood inside. Withering Ady
somehow made out number of the car- KA 07 SD 8055. O Jesus! It’s Sid. What’s
wrong with him?
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Chapter 6: Blast from the Past
Darkest Hour of 1st January... 12:09 am
There are times in your life when it hurts like hell and you scream out of it. There
are also times when it hurts so beyond hell that you become ‘tongue-less’.
Blood oozed out of Sid’s right hand when he dashed into his apartment as if veins
had made their final decision to abandon his body. This was Sid’s most
predictable New Year. Two yrs back to back he celebrated it the same way. Last
year also, Sid went to a disc wherein he smashed head of a bartender with jagged
bear bottle. He somehow managed to save his boneless buns that year too. This
year too, he was bloody successful in defending his buns. Only his left hand
sacrificed its vigour as a minor loss. All this for the love he couldn’t obtain from
the one he ever loved selflessly. Sid kind of always lost nuts of his head when he
mooned over his girl, guzzling barrels of whiskey. Wonder how massive was his
belly-tank. Don’t know where all the alcohol goes.

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All the tubes of his brain raced to flashback of the past times he had with his girl.
He still called her ‘His girl’ though it had been a long time she hadn’t talked,
argued, fought and flirted with him. Practically speaking, she wasn’t Sid’s girl
anymore.
Dressing his hands, he went straight to his bed. “I have everything, but still
something is missing...” realized Sid, hazardously smoking around 2 packs of
Marlboro, “Will she ever call me...? Or I will spend my every new year the same
way...”
Sid tried everything to forget her. But trying to forget someone you love is like
trying to remember the one you have never met. His miserable heart only had
photographs of this girl stacked inside. But the question was WHY? Number of
golden opportunities he had to hook up with one or the other mantrap. Still he
was pasted to the same girl like a gluey charcoal on a hot road. WHY?
It might be coz when you are in relation with someone for the first time, you truly
love that person, and care for her more than yourself, you try your level best to
keep things right between you both. You start sacrificing your own happiness to
make her smile and... And no matter how much and how many times she keeps
hurting you, you just forgive this person only coz you don’t want to lose her. A
strong desire to make her happy and to amaze her rules your mind. You do crazy,
insane things like buying anything that she would like, wear costumes of her
favorite color, eat her favorite meals, you keep telling her ‘I LOVE U’ over 100
times a day. You go upside down, totally insane like a bull after staring red. It
happens just once. This nutty and mad love... You give everything you have for
this relation, you give your best... And when- And when this relation breaks, you
feel lost and believe you have lost everything you ever had... Even if love is
painful, it pretends to be cheerful. So is the beauty of Love. So was Sid’s
supernatural love for his girl.
This was hidden Sid, just like a frightened rat under a jazzy box. He dedicated
endless days and sleepless nights to explore for this girl in dreams. Still trapped in
the past, he could not move on. Only sole reason people can’t jump out of their
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destroying his health and life in the name of someone who might never come
back coz of the blunder he committed.
“People say it correct- Love is a messenger that communicates with our internal
forces to let out hidden strengths. They forgot adding- strengths to destroy
ourselves,” thought Sid.
Another shot of whisky and Sid could not stop fixating at ceiling fan. It was
rotating at level 1. Sid would turn the knob to level 2 and assess its speed again.
This was Sid’s regular routine. Only playing with fan stopped him from invading
into radius of grief. Don’t know what magical chant girls intone to leave boys
spellbound and crazy in their love.
Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Bloody boy of a bozo! It’s been 15 minutes. Open the door, jerk!”
Ritu’s voice vilified from outside. 15 minutes...... plus 10 minutes more... took Sid
to lurch towards door.
“Damn! Jerky Shit. Son of a... Why can’t you open the door? Water inside my
stomach has almost reached its end-point,” shouted his almost ‘flooded-in-
sweat’ friend Ritu (full name Ritesh Aggarwal).
“Oh! What happened cutie?” Ritu asked, rubbing his eyes over his bandaged right
hand.
“Nothing. Nothing. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. Injuries are engraved in my fate, lulu.
”
“ARGH! You and your dialogues. Go to hell. Let me prevent my thing from leaking.
Get the damn out of my way!” Ritu scurried into the washroom clutching his
middle-stump.
Sid chucked himself on bed just like a multi-coloured vomit tossed out of mouth.
His attention in the dark was caught by rhythmic shimmering of light. Sid began
rubbing his delicate eyes. He could not believe the goddamn reality his eyes could
see. “Is it an angel landing directly from The God’s Village? Or is it a call from
angel? Or it’s just my whiskey on revenge?”
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Sid smiled progressively, picking up his shimmering cell-phone. It was number of
an angel from City Gurgaon (India). How can he forget number of a girl he always
loved? It was Avni whose dulcet voice didn’t touch his ears from last two years.
His Girl, His Avni.
Soon after looking at Avni’s number, Sid’s miserable heart was struggling against
the brutal 400000 kmph pace his heartbeats had picked up. The 400000 pace,
much greater than the asteroid’s 290000 kmph pace that he had read in the
newspaper previous day. Sound of his almost skyrocketing heartbeats, he swore,
was damn clear.
“Oye! Pissed off pom-pom... Pick up the phone. Oye! Druggie, Pick up the bloody
call, shitty Sid!” a voice yelled from inside. He glanced scarily at every nook of his
room till he realized these were his internal organs scolding him.
“Helloooouuu......” Avni’s sweet dulcet voice entered into his ears and then to his
heart, which finally gave chill-pill to his skyrocketing heartbeats. Her voice so
sweet was like an elixir with a magical power to cure or improve his health-
Neither physical nor mental, but auditory health. Just coz his ears were suffering
from deficiency of her voice. Gradually, his dimpled smile grew bigger.
“Hello......” said Sid, his voice faltered a bit, nervous out of excitement.
Out of happiness and content, he sprang out of his bed. He kind of went inside
himself in that short span of time. Sid had blast from the past inside his brain of
the day when they met first time. He tried to look at her blurred picture. Avni was
like first autumn breeze with first-class fragrance in it. Like a white full moon
spreading its moonlight showing path to the stranded ones. Her eyes were deeper
than the deepest ocean, blacker than the blackest night. She was irresistibly
sweet, just like any new born baby. If any guy had caught Avni’s sight, he would
have had a complete brainwash or consigned to permanent memory loss. Later,
he would have gone to psychiatrist or might have killed himself. So was the
overwhelming beauty of Avni.
“Hello...” Avni said, nudging him out of fantasy. Maybe Sid’s voice was not clear,
because it was India and damn network connections in India. Being the world’s
largest in Telecommunication Industry, India lagged in providing noise-free
networks. But India is great in building heart-connections and maintaining them
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by providing low call rates, and especially during nights. Further, turning their
nights to sleepless nights.
Call got disconnected. Sid intentionally did it. Actually, Sid was unable to bear
sudden heavy burden of felicity on his small heart. “Damnn.... she called me. How
can she...... that too after almost 2 yrs? But how she got my number? PRICK! My
younger bro is her friend’s friend’s friend.”
Sid began leaping and dancing without music. He started with sudden jerking of
shoulders and knees. His hands creating rhythmic waves as if boneless; trying to
perform break-dance. Michael Jackson would have even felt utter shame that Sid
could perform break-dance without any practice for which he practised
throughout his lifetime. Love makes us do supernatural things after all.
Ritu dashed into his room and began laughing his head off. “STUPID SUCKER! I
think your processor got corrupted. And don’t dance with so many breaks. Hrithik
might feel jealous of his new competitor. I really doubt if Hrithik quits dancing
forever.”
Sid’s cell-phone cried ultrasonically again. He dashed out of his apartment

pseudo-firing Ritu’s head from his middle finger. “I will kill you, shithole!”
Sid blasted off the terrace. A hell bewildered, asking himself, “What will I say....?
What will I start with..? How stupid I am behaving today. What is happening to
me? I am kind of talking non-sense. SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”
“Hellouuu... Now will you say something,” Avni said. Her voice sounded dead-
sweet that if her voice had been a stuff to eat, Sid would have consumed it
promptly.
“H-H-H…- Helloo...” stammered Sid, placing each alphabet of Hello on his

confused tongue with superhuman efforts.
“Yah! Yah! Hello.”
“Hmmm.... How are you?” Sid said, somehow gaining back the shy courage.

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A typical question a person asks when converses with someone after a long time.
Long time? Bunk it! It was a bloody lengthy time. For Sid, last two yrs were more
than a century. Even clock from last two yrs seemed ticking deplorable as if the
whole unit conversion was turned opposite.
With 1 day= 24 seconds,
1 Second= 60 minutes,
1 minute= 60 hrs,
1 day= 24*60*60= 86400hrs
2*365*86400= 63072000 hrs > 1 Century= 100*365*24 = 876000 hrs
“Ummmm.... I am Good...” she said, her voice too wavered a bit. She was also
battling against hers confidently confused tongue to utter out something.
“Weird... You took around two minutes to tell that you are undoubtedly good,”
replied Sid and he knew it was a five-starred terrible joke, but still she laughed
over it. Girls are kind of fool when they laugh at senseless jokes. Her laugh echoed
in his ears. It was so pleasant and adorable. So mesmerizing, one would just stop
everything and kiss her the same moment. Here Sid felt, his smile was complete
today.
“What happened? Why aren’t you speaking? Earlier you used to explode out like
NASA spacecraft,” Sid asked.
“We haven’t talked from the last two yrs...? So, am not getting what to say.”
The confused character of Avni when she was really shy and didn’t want to shy at
the same time made him smile like anything. His smile grew bigger and bigger
with each word she spoke.
“Hmmm... So, do you still cry like before...? Or you are like a Powerpuff-Girl now,”
Sid asked.
“No, I don’t cry at all, I am grown-up now,” Avni laughed outright.
“It means tum ab mard ban chuki ho and mard ko dard nahi hota.”
“What did you say?” questioned Avni.

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“To hell with these Indian telecom networks. They reduce call rates to zero level,
and at the same time reduce network coverage as well. Profit-seeking bastards
they are,” said Sid and she laughed again.
“I said tum ab mard ban chuki ho and mard ko dard nahi hota... O stupid! Hindi
dialogues sound best in Hindi only. I won’t translate it into English,” Sid shouted
out loud. Avni giggled and chuckled. Her sweet laugh and giggles always bred
thousands of butterflies that danced inside every chamber of his heart, tickling all
its inner-walls. Her lively laugh and naughty smile had always been a lifetime herb
curing his every pain, as effective as hell.
A few minutes later, phone burred.

“Fussy! Father of prick! Network connections,” yelled Sid angrily, his hand kind of
jumped in air to chuck the phone away. It was not network coverage. It was Avni
who disconnected the channel. Sid thought of the chances if her parents had
abruptly entered into her room, and she got dead-afraid of being caught by her
parents. This reminded Sid of her mom, how she used to dash into her room and
yell like a wretched witch, having no other work but to explode like a bomb and
bring the whole damn house down.
Sid texted: I don’t know what 2 say next...?

Avni: Hmmmm.... It seems U will be more comfortable thru messaging.
Sid: Avni, it was U who disconnected the call. So, it’s U who want that
comfort through messaging, and not me. U can’t blame me for the comfort
that you want. ;-)
Avni: He he he. I know that. :-P
Girlfriends are always charged to blame their boyfriends for all faults of theirs.
They are born with a knack of getting things done by boys. Boys- who the
moment they are with girlfriends bury their brains to earth’s core.
Sid: Hahaha... You always know each and every thing of this globe... isn’t it?
Avni: Yup, dat’s true. I am intelligent. Not a jackass like you who never had
the courage to call me.
Sid: Huh! Enough now. I am calling you. Want your sweet voice to kiss my
ears once again.
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Avni: Hehehe… Okey-dokey… 
Sid lifted the fallen pair of socks from the terrace and hung it on the wire for re-
drying. His nerves were already on a cold-war for the weirdness of her call after
almost two years. Later, he called her up and asked, “So why are you committing
a crime to start the things all over again with me?”
“Ahan!!! Real crime would be not to finish what we started , my loafer!” Avni
smiled. Sid smiled. Everything around smiled. Even the bloody stinking socks hung
on the terrace-wire smiled.
“Loafer?”
“Yep... My Loafer... Love you Loafer...”

Sid hated the word ‘Loafer’, but loved it a lot in Avni’s voice. Sid just loved the
way she said it with so much warmth, care, love and affection.
“Love you too, my show-stopper!” Sid said, somehow inventing ‘show-stopper’

from his short-circuited brain.
What Sid got in response just after dubbing her ‘show-stopper’? Guess What??
“Muaaahh! Muaaaaahhhh......... Muahhhhh,” a million kisses from her. Practically

speaking, Sid’s complete 6 feet frame would have fallen short of spaces for those
kisses. Out of all the million kisses, Kiss no 1000000 was the real long and
passionate one.
“It’s okay… so much excited for kissing. Seems like you would fly out of your room
right now, land into my apartment, push me on bed and kiss all over crazily....”
Whole night, Sid could not sleep remembering about the conversation they had.
Her laughs, chuckles, giggles made him forget the miserable past just like that. It
was so pleasing. Sid remembered her smile and laugh that created the most
adorable sight ever. Whatever was happening, Sid just loved it like Delhi or
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Sid’s New Year gift was special. Blowing Special! Avni kissed him through phone. A
kiss precious than gems, platinum jewelleries, petrol and everything, everything
you can think of in this world, even the inflated prices of onions. Be it anything in
this materialistic world or this whole damn universe. Her call was as priceless as
Avni in his life. In short, Sid had lost his mind. He had gone mad. Bloody rascal! He
got his life back.
*****
Chap 7: The GOA phenomenon
If it was not for Girls, Guys would still be wearing last week’s innerwear.
I love you... I love you... I love you. I love you to bits. I just wish I could say it to
your face. I love you with all my butts, as my butt is bigger than my heart. I know
only fools fall in love and I also know I am now one of them. It is damn true that
love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Just because when love is
concerned, too much is not even enough. Love or whatever it is, Love - my butts.
Ady kept on babbling before mirror as he propelled his undie-smelling socks

through air. He got aware that controlling testosterone level was bloody easier
than dealing with love. Maybe love is a disease that causes loss to these
sensations.
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If it was not fun, it was love for sure. There was not only one Suhani, there were
two, NO three, NO four... Oh God! There were countless Suhanis as there were
countless thoughts persistently meandering inside his numbskull of how Suhani
could be much closer. Ady could see her all around. For now, Ady was
contemplating how he could open ‘doors of her heart’ and walk inside to know
what she had kept for him. The question was how he can reach closer to this
door. Ring the doorbell for she can open and he can enter only if she permits or
just kicks the goddamn door open.
Ady whisked for a joyride on his bike with 60kmph making beeline to a place
where queen-of-dreams stayed.
“For me, it’s not just place, it’s a palace. It’s the palace where ‘Queen of Booty’
lives. Sorry, ‘Queen of Beauty’ lives,” Ady thought as he drove.
Sooner, he was drawing close to her PG room, his daily target. Suddenly, bike’s
race shot down to 10 kmph. Rattling sound of engine was dying slower than the
slowest. Maybe, there was no fuel left. Engine ate up all the fuel. But Ady was
bloody rich, how could fuel be a problem to him. HECK! It was not his Ninja ride
racing down. Ady raced it low to dupe Suhani to make his funny plot appear as co-
incidence.
Decelerating the speed, Ady began rolling around her PG back and forth, just to
catch her glimpse. What if she comes to her room’s window? Mistakenly sees Ady
and calls him upstairs for coffee? What next? Everybody knows it. Everything
would be right working for him. He would succeed in his brainy-yet-batty scheme.
Sometimes, he would trickily halt 100 meters far from her PG and sit balancing his
heavy butts to diagnose his ride’s engine. All this reminded him of school days
when he was in class-2 and used to move around a girl’s house who studied in
class-4. Only difference was, he peddled cute small ‘Hero’ bicycle with netted
bucket installed on handle. They would later blow kisses and kisses till that cute
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“My doggy-luck... I am struggling like any stray dog to meet her from the last few
days, but there is no glimmer of good luck,” Ady drooped into a restaurant nearby
were he could satisfy his heart with some bird-watching. Well, ogling girls was his
favourite hobby whenever he was knocked down by his screwed up life. Girls are
never a distracter for guys, instead they arrest their attention. For those who
don’t agree, they are liars. Even the nerds after stressful study sessions sneak out
of their graves to warm their eyes.
Bird-watching had not been worth watching if he hadn’t caught glimpse of dolly
bird, entering slaphappy inside with cute short steps. “Is it Suhani or my head is
just cooking her arresting face. Not only her face, her curves as well... Don’t know
why my heartbeats install a kind of self-starter whenever I see her. Some kind of
electric motor begins inside without any delay.”
Ady assured she was Suhani and tried not to look square into her eyes at all.
He started peeking at every table except the one where she got seated as if he
had amnesia (short term memory loss) trying to torture his brain to recollect
where he was minutes back. In fact, he felt like dashing into toilet if she becomes
aware of his secret game. What if she arrives on his table and delivers a million
slaps, ‘You SCOUNDREL BASTARD, what you guys think of yourself. You think a girl
will never get to know about your clever schemes and black motives.’ And again
with ten million backhand smashes, she would say, ‘Never ever dare to think you
are more cunning than girls. Till the time you will realize it, you HELLHOLES will be
castrated.’
“Heyy... Good to see you. How come you are here?” said Suhani, getting seated
without his permission. Ady frightened like a poor-pug if thrashing moments he
imagined seconds before becomes a suicidal reality. There was now no more
escalation of heartbeats, no more stammering, no more hyper-actions. He was
cool and confident. He had to be else he could have been the shooting target of
her punjabi-slippers.
“How come Tata-Birla in a middle-class restaurant?”

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“HAHAHA... Tata-Birla lost their heads after meeting you, so threw away all their
currency,” Ady winked, playing with a five rupee coin in his hand.
“O Shut up. Why are you here?”
“Actually my girlfriend ditched me. So, I landed here,” said Ady, with intelligent
expressions on his face.
“GIRLFRRRRRIEEEENNNDDD?” stretched Suhani, her eyes of the same five rupee

coin size. “You never told me about her. And you are telling me now, after your
break up.”
“I didn’t break up. She actually broke down. We were leaving for Brigade Road,
when this happened. Look outside and you would see her standing. She is still
longing for me to take her away...”
“C’mon... You IDIOT. You were talking about your NINJA bike...What the hell! ”
Suhani kept giggling and laughing at his stupid small jokes. Ady’s chest swelled
with pride. His great conversation skills, his stupid joke, it worked. Making a girl
laugh is not any kind of rocket science. It is damn easy. You just have to play some
unfunny jokes and they would laugh holding their dieting stomach.
“But how can a bike be someone’s girlfriend???”
“Hmmm... Good question...” said Ady. ‘Good Question’ in corporate politics

meant you don’t have answer to it, and are now struggling to get on with some
reply.
“WHY NOT... Like a boyfriend who loves going on joyride with his girlfriend. I love
going on joyride with my bike. A boyfriend loves chirping of her girlfriend. I love
her engine’s sound. I can’t afford to see a single scratch on her curvaceous body. I
love her to bits, and not like other boyfriends who just deserts after knocking
their girlfriends down on bed.’
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“I know, I am romantic. But a few girls don’t realize, ” Ady replied, smiling and
wiggling his brows.
“Yaahh! Silly Romance..! But she betrayed you...” laughed Suhani.
“Noooo... She is just unhealthy, I will take her to hospital tomorrow...”
“Now, that’s sweet. My kuchi kuchi Ady,” she cooed while fondling his cheeks.
“Kuchi Kuchi... Is this she said..? You are sooooooooooo sweet. Ohhh my kuchi
kuchi honey, I have all money. But if you want heart, I can give you a dart, and you
can tear it apart,” thought Ady, smiling foolishly the same instant.
“But unfortunately you can’t bed with your Ninja girlfriend, at least not tonight.”
“In any case I can’t bed with her. I need a living one for that,” said Ady. For the
first time Ady realized how soothing a girl’s voice was until they lost their minds.
Ady could not take his Ninja-girlfriend to hospital at 9 in the night for his girlfriend
needs special doctors in greased-coats that were not available 24x7. Suhani
advised to keep his ill-girlfriend inside her PG parking for he was not a
heavyweight champion to push her overweight girlfriend 10 kms down the
boulevard. Pushing a bike is like making out love, not that enjoyable though.
On their way to PG, Ady looked into her eyes, afraid to speak up. Suhani too
oftentimes looked into his eyes, and tried calculating something. They would look
at each others’ face, gradually lower their head and smile. They would glance
again and repeat the same process as if they were digitally thrown into some
infinite loops of software coding. Both behaved like newly wedded couple on
honeymoon lacking self-confidence to draw off curtains of shame.
“We are like chip n dale.

Oh! My dale, don’t hide your tale.
Can’t control anymore,
Pour your heart, don’t let me bore.
Speak up O silent Patang,

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So we’d do- hud hud Daabang,” rhymed Ady, getting exasperated from soundless
eye-talks. She laughed outright. Well, this time his jokes were quite better,
leastways equivalent to girls’ top-of-the-line standards.
“Screw you! My stomach suffered cramps with your rhyme, idiot. Okay! I wanted
to say this thing. From the last few days, I kind of hate this Bangalore’s
atmosphere.”
“Hateeeeeeeee..? In my case it’s love. Now what this girl means? I wish I could fix
a video camera into girls’ brains and know what they are up to...” shrieked Ady in
his mind’s eye. “Hate...? Why so?”
“It’s just from the last few days, nothing is happening for me. This world seems
depopulated. Old friends, who I used to have fun with appears selfish strangers,”
Suhani poured her heart out. Ady perceived her pinning emotions through her
eyes. She was not smiling any more. Her voice was not at all animated and
appeared completely dry as if all the water content of her body got settled into
oceans and seas.
“Ummm... Well you see ma’am. Your problem, my problem. So which new place
you would like to discover?”
“I don’t want to go anywhere...?”
“Phheeewwww! I don’t understand why you girls are always confused. Your mind
is always mired in contradictory thoughts. You hate this atmosphere. Correct?”
“Hmmmm....”
“So you want to change the atmosphere. And you can have it changed only by
going somewhere else.”
“Hmmmm...” she continued humming and buzzing as if she had stapled her own
tongue. Or this was kind of girls’ wonderful trap- they would not say anything and
would force guys to decide what they really want to. In fact girl knows how to
provoke a guy speak her thoughts, so that if anything goes unfortunate, guys
could be blamed for it.
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“What hmmm...? Will you say something?” asked Ady.
“Okayy... as you say. But you decide the place you like...”
“Hmmm... Tring tring, tring tring, Lets’ go Darjeeling?”
“NO...”
“OOTY OOTY, Love’s BOOTY...?”
“NOOOO...”
“What NO? Then why you want me to decide? You decide the place then. Huh!”
said Ady, taking his eyes away from her.
“Ok dear, this time whatever you will say, I will agree,” said Suhani, playing with
his hair lovingly. Her swaying hand kind of eased all his day’s stress, though he
never took pains.
“Ummmmm... Let us go GOA... GO GOA... Uhhhhhh Laaa la la la laee looo....

Uhhhhhh Laaa la la la uh laee loo,” simpered Ady, with Kingfisher signature tone
as the background effects.
“Ummmmmmmm... Okay! Final! Done! GOA... Uhhhhhh Laaa la la la laee looo....

Uhhhhhh Laaa la la la uh laee loo...” Suhani too rhymed, shaking her booty as if
hula-hoop swinging on her hips.
Ady succeeded in paving the way for his ‘GOA Phenomenon’. GOA Phenomenon
means ‘Grab One’s Attention.’ Ady was good at it. Never in his earlier love life,
Ady failed in his GOA phenomenon. This phenomenon stated that whenever a
living body want to pull other person’s attention all towards oneself, living body
has to create ambience such that there are no other living forces around except
the target person. That isolated ambience should have only two known bodies.
Sometimes it worked in case of unknown bodies as well. It all depends on their
level of hormones. They were set for Goa, where only Ady and Suhani would be
there without any hindrance of external forces. Suhani would be with him from
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dusk to dawn. With the passage she would know him better, and they would be
able to share their feelings without hesitation. Not only feelings, their soul too.
Their bed too. It entirely depends on the terms these two items would agree
upon.
Soon after Ady parked his Ninja bike inside Suhani’s PG parking place, Suhani
smiled him Good night. Her smile was so toxic and sweet. Toxic as heaven, Sweet
as hell.
“Buh bye....” she wiggled her fingers till she went out of sight. Suhani was no
more visible. Ady was still waving his hands to the vacant night sky.
“Stop waving hands, Ady. I am in,” Suhani bellowed from her 3rd floor window and
smiled. “IDIOT!”
Ady pressed the send button of his phone. It was his first Good night message.
Never in the past, Ady ever sent any good night message to any of his girlfriends.
Suhani was a hit - a hit felt only when you consume trillions of beer.
From there on, they had telephonic conversations regularly. By the time, it ticked
nine in the night, it was on. 1 hour, two hours, three hours.... The conversation
continued. There were no landing gears in the airplane of their pointless talks.
Gossips went to seven hours. Seven straight hours, on a stretch. Hour by hour,
day by day, weeks by weeks, it was growing like hell. Just like corruption in India,
no boundaries.
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Same schedule followed at the other side. Sid was equally involved with Avni on
telephone. They exchanged messages all day long. Avni used to tell every single
detail from the morning office wear to late night nightwear. It was strange to Sid,
how interested she was to converse with him. If she would not get anything to
mouth, she would talk about her gowns and the inner-wears she had recently
bought. TOTALLY BLOWN UP STUFF!

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After a few days, their conversation switched from her inner-wears to more
interior things. Their messaged kept getting longer, and relationship kept getting
better. Don’t know why girls are so talkative, they talk kind of trash over times.
Guys too become morons in their company. HOLY SHIT!
Once again, Love was filling everyone’s life with colors of romance, care and
affection.
Sid yearned for Avni and she was right there with him now.
Ady wanted to marry a girl of his choice, and mistakenly found his dream-doll in
Suhani.
Suhani wanted to enjoy her life to the fullest after Sid’s-cheap-act. And there it
was. Enjoyment was knocking at her doors.
Avni found the same romantic man in Sid whose feelings were still the same for
her.
Though everything turned right for each one of them, yet there was one person
who had a hunch about the volatile ups and drops her life was taking every new
day. It was Suhani. Every dark hour before sleep, she would gulp the fear capsule
of unknown mysterious story that sky was writing for her…
*****
Chap 8- A Game Plan
Perfect... Perfect... And the Absolute Perfect Match... I and Avni. Even the best of
‘The Best’ couples, be it Brangelina or any name of fame celebrity. Everyone
would suicide of shame after watching us together on Cannes’ Red carpet. ‘The
Perfect Red Carpet Pair’ – thought Sid, completely engrossed building eerie
castles in air. Love was in air, so why not build castles in it. As building them don’t
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cost anything, no interest, no taxations, all you receive is smile on your face as
handsome revenue.
“For the first time my sky high phone bills are not strangulating me as they did
before. So jackass I am to clean up my entire bank balance to hear her goosy
talks. And moreover I am happy to be called as ‘Jackass’. Love makes you ‘Jackass’
after all.”
MUAAAAHHHXXXXX!!! Sid kissed the photo frame which had them captured
when he arrived from his office.
Though completely exhausted at the end of day, Sid still felt refreshing as if every
second was giving him a new life. As every second, either he was thinking about
Avni or talking with her. Every second he was hers, how much more could he love.
How much more could he stay without nuts of his brain? Of course! Love is
undercover agent that takes away screwdriver which tightens nuts of your head.
“YIPIEEE! Office over, Apple,” texted Sid, by now ready for time-eating bozo-love-
talks.
“ Great! It means dumbbells can talk now,” Avni giggled.
“Yep doll... This dumbbell is all yours now ,” said Sid, flirtatiously. Flirting dwells
in every man’s blood just like blood cells. Flirting once over after a bloody break-
up, replenishes the time another hot-chick passes them.
“You call me doll, you call me apple. How many names I have? Waise what’s the
reason behind calling me Doll. I am a living being?” asked Avni, trying to play with
his minds. It was Avni’s daily routine to puzzle out Sid’s brain to answer her most
difficult questions. Sid loved racking his brain, though he kind of lacked it.
“Ummmmmm... You are a doll. I don’t know why? There are some things I can’t
explain. There are a few things that don’t have a reason associated with it. You
are doll for me and that’s it. No babble-squabble.”
“Batao na (Tell me). You have to tell me. Why I am doll? Batao na please....”
behaved Avni as childish as she could. She loved when Sid forced his pea-sized
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brain to tug out massive romantic answers. As massive as heaven, as romantic as
hell.
“Okies Okies... You won’t be pleased until you have my answer. So stubborn you
are, just like a notorious kid. Isn’t it?”
“Yep... I am a kid. Now you have to tell me cutie-cutie-pie.”
Sid replied, “Hmmmm... Listen. What will happen if a dad gifts a doll to his small
child for which he yearned for a year. What will he do? This small child will feel
unusual happiness which he would be unable to verbalize. This child would play
with this doll, eat with her, stay with her. Even if any of his friends comes and
tries to snatch his doll away. He will fight for it. And if during fight, unfortunately
one of the doll’s arms starts breaking off, this child would not resist the breakage
and will happily sacrifice that doll to his now-enemy friend. This small child would
give utmost care and protection to her as he knows how priceless she is. Same is
the case with you. That is why you are my doll.”
“You made tears roll down, duffer. Romantic and caring at the same time... Love
you sweetheart. Love you Sid. Love you like my inners love me   ” Avni
replied as a tear streamed down from her eyes.
“You know what. Only after you arrived in my life, I understood its meaning. Every
journey has become beautiful and I feel like a beautiful queen. Love You Sid. Love
you like my panties. Love you like.... like our heart loves the same lub-dub music
and never gets bored,” she said, cleaning the tear trail. In past one second, she
uttered ‘Love’ millions of times. Sick love! Sick birds! Sick statements!
“And you know what. Only after you arrived in my life, I got the reason to feel
alive. Every direction and every way seems new. Everywhere routes are new.
After your arrival, all my ways stopped at you. You were a companion, and now
you are my destination. I don’t know why, I feel like glowing-fly.”
“Hehehehe....” she giggled and rhymed –

You’re the only love that I breathe.
You’re the only love that I need.
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Nothing can ever come and suck us,
I am a nose. And baby you’re a mucous.
“Achhhaaaaawwwwwww....” Sid laughed out.
Out of the blue, Avni asked her for coming to Delhi and join some IT company
there. Perhaps Avni could no longer control her thirst to meet him and wanted to
spend rest of her life in his arms. Or maybe she could no longer resist those miles
separation between them. It was a hell conversing on phone without each other’s
touch and fondling. Damn idiotic was kissing on phone. They now desired to taste
real kisses. Time had come to quit with their long distance relationship.
“You want me to come. What if I don’t find job there?”
“Shut up, Sid. As if Delhi doesn’t have big IT companies. Or you are so filled with
self-pride that you don’t want to get placed in inferior NCR region. Why don’t you
commit you want to stay in over-hyped Bangalore. While with me, you’ll lose
chance of ogling at other girls.”
“Laaaaaaeeee... It is not like that...”
“What Laaeeee? And furthermore, I won’t mind if you’ll ogle at other mindless
girls. But please come to Delhi darling... See, never in this universe a girlfriend
would give her boyfriend a chance to leer at other potty girls. This is a lifetime
opportunity, Sid.”
Sid laughed his lungs, liver, pancreas, or whatever out, “Yes ma’am. Like forever, I
lost and you won. I’ll surely be there to elope with you. And who would like to
lose such a lifetime opportunity to ogle at other hotties in front of his girlfriend.
Uh! Lucky Bastard I am that I have a benign bitch like you.”
“Yah yah... Obviously, girls are trapped the way you flirt.”
“Yes babes, I myself don’t know how I kick-start their heart.”

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“I know you are such a weird creature. Their hearts are driven when you cast
flashy smile at them. And seriously it’s not your fault. You are just helpless against
your habits. Isn’t it?
“Yuppp.... You understand me sooooooooooo well. My super-girl. My honey baby.

My cutie. My tutty-fruity. My love-duty,” laughed Sid.
“Over now. Now stop flying on seventh sky. Come down on earth.”
Sid had finally made up his mind to go back to Delhi and settle his bums. Bums
that fart out love, love, and only love…
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KNOCK...!!! KNOCK...!!! KNOCK...!!!

Suhani bombed out of couch to open the door.
“Yeeeeeaaaahhhh!!!! I am so excciitteeeeeeddddd...” shrilled Suhani in

elongated, high-pitched voice and tightly hugged Ady. Hug was tighter than the
undergarment she had worn, Ady sensed.
Ady yearned to lock her in his arms, but felt extremely shy to touch her back even.
“Aaaahh! Forget it... What a brilliant loser I am!” He feared even to poke his finger
on her back, let alone grabbing entire 55 kg Suhani in his arms.
“Okay Okay! I can see that. Let us leave now, cab is waiting downstairs,” beamed
Ady. His smile was damn radiant and why not? The cutest-cum-hottest girl of
office had hugged him, and that too tightly, tighter than the tiny lock fastened on
his bag. His chest got swelled up by two inches with irresistible happiness. Picking
up the baggage, the hyper-excited social-animals embarked on to catch short-haul
flight to Goa.
As decided, they would be staying at Ady’s friend’s apartment in Goa. As per Ady,
his friend had gone to Dubai for some business meetings and will be arriving back
after a week. At his apartment, they would have a homely atmosphere. Obviously
homely as Ady knew that his apartment was 1 BHK, thus he stood a chance to
share same bed with Suhani. If they had been to some hotel or resort, there could
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still be a possibility Suhani could ask for a different room thus flooding all his
plans and destroying his forever-winner GOA Phenomenon.
The bullet of love-plot ultimately got fired from Ady’s mind. Ady thought, “The
only thing left for me is to discover if my bullet of cunning maneuver, that I had
been designing from so long, hits the right spot or not?
*****
Chap 9- Dead On Bed
C’mon C’mon baby... Yeah, we can do it... C’mon let’s get hard now...Try harder...

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Ady hooted to persuade Suhani for serving better. But Suhani was struggling,
worse than just ‘struggling’. It was like a first time hardcore battle in which an
inexperienced newcomer was confidently pushed to knock down hard. She
battled a hell bad as she never played it before. Yet it was funny and satisfying at
the same time.
What could you do if you are a newbie to that game of Beach Volleyball, so was
Suhani.
Score was 5-11 meant Suhani-Ady’s team was already pulverized. Every time
Suhani served, it was a net-volley. But who was interested in that game except
them. Everyone else was interested in sexy-legs and perfect curves of Suhani.
Damn she looked too steamy in that orange two-piece. Ady apprehended- a
bottomless top or topless bottom, are provocation to disaster. Disaster that
snatched away their game.
“I am sorry Ady,’ Suhani overstretched in disappointment as they lost volley-

match by 3 points. She, all the same, sounded dead cute.
“It’s okay dear. Don’t be sorry, you look weirdo while apologizing,” Ady smiled
into her eyes, rubbing his pointed nose against her delicate one. Delicate nose, if
not mistaken!
“Phew! Okay let us have fun on sea-bike,” said Suhani, tightly holding his hand to
drag him wherever she wanted. She tenderly placed her head on his shoulders
and said, “Isn’t the sound of waves romantic?”
“What did I hear? Did she say romantic? C’mon Ady. Be a man now, try to jab
your finger in her skin at least?” a mainly voice inside Ady shouted to awaken his
sleeping soul.
Somehow he managed to accumulate strength which he felt buried deep inside

since he was born. “Actually I too felt the same, that sound waves are so
romantic. I don’t understand how come you steal my thoughts?” said Ady, placing
his arm round her shoulders. Finally he could make it to her shoulders at least.
Not aware how more low his hand would slide.
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“Why didn’t you tell first? Horny Idiot! Girls love it when the guy they are with, is
romantic and exhilarating,” she chuckled.
“Uffffo! You should have told it earlier. I would not have wasted my precious one
week just to place my arm round your shoulders. Every time I wanted to say
something romantic, my head invented motion pictures of your stilettos stamping
on my rumps.”
“Awwwww!!!” she giggled, pinching his chest somehow. His chest was firm like
iron, GYM’s protein-diet left its impact after all.
“OUCH!!!!!!!!!” Ady’s mouth went slack. Pinch was pricking painful but yet pretty.
“One thing is still unclear. Do all girls want guys to be romantic or it’s just you who
wants me to be romance player?”
“Are you guys dumb by birth? Or is it just in your case, you inferred everything I
said, yet you want me to make it more clear on,” she equally wiggled her
eyebrows, with a mix of prankishness.
“Clear on? Clear on WHAT?” Ady’s mouth oval-open, in arrant shock, reiterating
the statement she puked just now, sending him to hormonal instability.
She winked as a response.
“Achaaaaaawww! Has God made all girls notorious like you? Or is it just in your
case that you say everything ambiguously?”
She chuckled and perkily ran towards the sea-bikes.
“You didn’t tell me the answer?” Ady shouted from the far end. His game-plan
was working the way he supposed it to be.
“When words don’t define an answer, our eyes speak it all,” Suhani stretched
loudly in joyous way, hinting him from her eyes to get seated on pillion of sea-
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Ady got seated in a flash as if got invisible from the beach and appeared on the
sea-bike. Guys will remain guys. No guy would miss such a chance which freefalls
by chance.
“Hold my waist. We are leaving for a death-ride,” said Suhani. Ady gently placed
his hands on her hell smooth waist. Uhhhh... mah mah miiiiaaaaa!!
“C’mon Ady, you aren’t romancing on couch with me. Hold me tight. Tighter than
the bikini I am wearing.”
“I wish I was on couch,” Ady’s voice muffled as his tongue got stuffed with tons of
saliva imagining all couch stuff.
“Shut up,” smiled Suhani. “Ignition! Sea-ride activating! Freaky ride blasting off.”
Her soft-n-scented hair began whirling with blowing winds over his face and over
that her sweet voice humming romantic songs. There is something exceedingly
magical about a girl’s voice, it spiritualizes every quantum of guy’s soul, until the
girl is not shouting at the top of her voice. Some kind of chorus began playing in
his heart too. He was getting addicted, and Suhani over-addicted.
Addiction was getting all over their tongue. If this addiction multiplies, it might fill
their dreams without their knowledge and turn them goddamn crazy. Crazy in
public as well as in private. Crazy in car as well as in bed-war. Love is a bit twisted
subject. Actually totally twisted. So twisted, that you enter once and mechanics of
your efficient brain stops functioning...
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No matter how hard you try to save your butts from love. It finds your butts. This
was Sid’s unofficial case. He just failed every single time to live without Avni,
without Avni’s memories. Unexpectedly, lucky Sid finally received Avni’s call to
rescue him from brothel kind of feelings.
He was back to Delhi, his hometown, his heaven. This was where his angel Avni
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“Heaven?! Dreams?! What the foolish flip? It’s true that lovebirds have a
tendency to become absentminded day-dreamers.”
Sid went straight to a lady wearing proper Indian Saree of deep-red colour. She
was smiling. Her smile was kind of one in a billion. Her deep-brown eyes were big-
punjaban type, deep enough to enslave him to hell forever.
“Hi! I am Sid,” he greeted that lady in gentleman’s voice.
“Hi!” she smiled his greet. And Sid felt uniqueness in her smile as if hovering
down on earth from God’s wonderland. Sid was becoming screwy philosopher. No
doubt! It happens with guys when they are crashing close to a beautiful item,
guys must admit.
“I just wanted to open a salary account in your bank,” Sid said, affably.
“Don’t you know the rules? Misterrr……?” she said, staring at ceiling to recollect
his name.
“Sid,” he reminded.
“Yahh! Mr.Sid. Actually you need to go there, get a token number and we’ll call
you up when number comes,” she said, indicating a long queue right in front of
him. Long enough like bogies of Indian trains. Even the railway ministry would
have felt pity as their lengthy trains stood nothing before that queue length.
“WHAAAA....TTT? You want me to stand there. It is a terrifyingly lengthy queue.

Lengthier than the curled, terrified intestines inside you. This will eat up my
WHOLE day,” said Sid, eyeballs round and large just like hole in word ‘Whole’ he
said right now.
“You get nothing for free, sir. To achieve something, you need to do something.”
“Please listen ma’am. I actually need to meet someone. I’ll be meeting her after a
long time. Meeting her is really important. Please understand ma’am,” impelled
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“Meet someone else? You say it one more time and I will chuck the neck out of
you,” hollered this girl, eyes larger than Mars.
“I said someone. Not- someone else,” Sid laughed outright, rollickingly.
“Hmmmm... Intelligent reply, Mister….” she broadcasted her smile, radiantly.
“Sid,” Sid reminded her again.
“Hehehehe….” She giggled and smiled.
“Ahhhhhh! I love your smile. Let’s go now, Ms.Avni,” said Sid, holding her
nameplate in his hands and gradually fondling her plump rosy cheeks. Here Sid
was. Finally meeting the one he ever loved during his life time. His first and last
love. His only love - Avni. ‘His Avni’. Yeah! She was his property now.
“Khushboo, can you please say that I was feeling dizzy and left?” Avni suggested.
“Sure. You guys enjoy,” beamed Khushboo. They carelessly rushed out in a
nanosecond as if they were freaking late for their imaginary wedding ceremony.
Avni placed her soft arms round his waist as they continued laughing comically.
Later she naughtily pulled his arms round her shoulders. This was the day Sid was
waiting patiently for- to see her laughing back again through lenses of his eyes.
Her innocent laugh and the diameter of his eyes doubled up watching the smiling
moments so fantastic.
His days were back and Sid was back on a big biggie date with her after two long
years. Suddenly he realized how would they work out with their plans? One of his
friends dropped him there, so he wasn’t having his car today.
“I’ll bring my Mishy.”
“MISHY???????? Is this some kind of pet dog or cat?” questioned Sid. “Ahhh! I
hate it. Your Mishy can do shitty. NO....”
“Pishy is my scooty, bozo. Honda Activa,” giggled Avni, as she tenderly patted on
his head. “And so stupid you are. Why were you fondling my cheeks in office?”
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“So what... I love you. Love has significance only if it’s flaunted,” Sid said, stepped
close to her, held her cute face, and romantically kissed on her forehead, “Just
like this... little girl.”
She smiled. Smiled out large. And all the headlights of vehicles in that parking lot
seemed smiling with her.
“I must tell - your friend Khushboo is really pretty. She has got a rosy charm. Isn’t
it?”
“Achaaaaawww! She is boyfriend-less. Shall I talk to her about you?” exclaimed

Avni. All burning like a solar fire, 30000 degree Celsius, and disentangling herself
from his arms.
“Ummmm... Not required. I am unable to handle one. How will I handle two? I
don’t want to be a sandwich between two stuffs.”
“Fine. You can’t handle me. I am a burden for you... Fine, I am leaving. I won’t
talk,” She kept grumbling as she continued taking short cute steps ahead.
Furtively Sid raced towards her, laid arms round her midriff, and gradually
grabbed her from behind. Step by step Sid moved her hair away from her neck on
the left, rubbed his nose, pressed his lips on her neck and said, “If you are a
burden. Then I am a beast of burden - a donkey.” She felt it all, his moving away
her hair, smacking a kiss on her neck. All this initiated pouncing inside her heart.
“Not a Donkey. A big-dumb-sperm,” she whispered. Sid was still rubbing his nose
against her neck.
“Sid, don’t do it over here. What if someone will s.e.e?” She started breathing
heavily, unable to speak anymore.
“Let them see. Let them know I am meeting my little doll after so long,” said Sid,
still holding her tightly and rubbing his nose on her neck. By then, Avni had closed
her eyes, felt like sneaking into a different world.
“Okay! Let us take this show somewhere else?”

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“Ahaaaaaan! You mean to say- Behind the bushes, trunks of trees or in your
Mishy’s dickey.”
Throwing her head back, she laughed lively till hell freezes over.
They strolled leisurely towards her Mishy with their hands interlaced. All through
that way Avni was bitching about her friends. Sid hated bitching about someone,
but loved it when it was through Avni’s voice.
Sid smiled completely as he said, “You know Avni when me met for the first time
and you smiled. Your smile is still that fresh.”
Shyly, she smiled away and replied, “And you know Sid, your voice is still that
romantic.”
Out of blue, Sid said he would like to drive her Mishy and snatched its key from
her hand.
Avni refused childishly, stomping his right feet with every word she said, “C’mon,
Sid. She is my Mishy. I only drive her. Noo… Please…. I want to drive…”
“No… I will ride. You sit pillion.”
“Ahnnn….! No… I will only drive, drive, drive,” Avni repeated, stomping his right
feet again with utterance of every ‘drive’ word.
“No… No… No…” Sid reiterated, stomping his left feet thrice mimicking her.
It was prompt. Avni stepped towards him, came damn closer to his lips till their
breath was completely fused to form one. Sid whiffed the fragrance of her lips.
She too felt the sweetness of his eyes. Grabbing his waist, she pressed. She
pressed her pouty lips against his lips. It was on. Their tongues had started feeling
the pleasure, combining to form one. Sid could never know when his one hand
got over her bare back and other behind her neck. So was the passion.
Avni tried detaching her lips. Their breath was still rallying. Avni locked him in her
gaze. Sid held her arm, tugged her towards him, squeezed her till she was sticking
completely again. Degrees by degrees, their lips touched and ironed again,
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discovering the softness of love. Their lips were melting and their tongues were
wrestling for more love. They were in no mood to let go, and for a moment Sid
thought they were going to ignore the ambience and would have their love show
right there.
Unexpectedly, she jerked herself away, teasing him with her tongue waggling out
and showing him the keys. The keys which she stole from his hands while Sid was
so lost tasting different flavors of her kiss. ‘Kiss-match’ was over.
“That moment standing right here with you in my arms, this was where my life
started,” Sid said romantically, once their prolonged candy-kiss was over.
“Achaaaaawww... then let’s go to some other playground. Let’s go for a movie?

Let us go to PVR Ambience Mall, with corner seats,” Avni said, while they settled
their butts and began burning the hot-wheels.
All though her away she drove in a frenzied way, completely leaning her Mishy
right and left.
“Are you Valentino Rossi? Not Valentino Rossi, it appears as if Valentino was a
student in your driving classes,” asked Sid.
“Hehehehe... Yep! He was my student. His performance degraded so I kicked him

out and brought you in,” She giggled, all so lively and full of spirits.
“Here my buuuoooyyyy! Here we are. This is our playground dear. Let us make
love again.” Avni said vivaciously, showing him way to the movie hall. They
purchased two corner seats that too in the topmost row. The movie had already
started.
“Isn’t Ranbir Sexy?” asked Avni.
“RANBIR? He might be sexy for you. Not for me. I am not. You know..... that
types.”
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Some touches, some smiles, some caressing till all of it converted to cavorting.
Chair arm between them was up. Every time they spoke, their lips were hardly a
millimetre apart. Avni inclined over to say something, the words reduced to
whispers and she paused... Sid moved his arms over her shoulders and gently held
her neck. She continued staring at his lips, hardly any inches away. Their breath
was much heavier, heavier than before. Slowly she closed her eyes, moved her
face a bit close till their lips were brushing again, and finally assembled into one.
They thoroughly felt the wetness of each other’s lips. Sid felt them one at a time.
Upper one and the lower one. They were all like spongy jellies.
Soon she began placing her hands on his thighs. From his lips, she began kissing
his chin, his neck, his shoulder, and it went on and on. Their eyes were closed, in
no mood to open. They surpassed into a world with no limits. A world so
passionate, so complete, so heavenly. She began kissing his closed eyes, his nose,
on his ears, on his cheeks, on wet lips again and finally it all ended with a kiss on
his forehead. They smiled and Sid felt her smile was a trillion times broader than
his own smile. It was priceless.
“Your smile is a lot better than the kiss you did. Shall we try again to improve
kissing?” said Sid, smile incepted from his face and ended up with a glow on her
face.
Words started turning to whispers till they entered silence. Silence so filled with
love visible in their eyes. She held his hand, placed her head over his shoulder and
stayed quietly. Sid moved hair strand off her face, kissed on her cute nose, and
focused on watching movie, feeling her warmth beyond words could explain.
“Now, when I have found you back in my life, I don’t want you to go again,” Avni
whispered accidently, interlacing her fingers with fingers of his right hand.
Sid whispered back, “Don’t scare me with your words, Avni. We’ll be together.”
*-*
“Should I tell you something about Ady?” Suhani spoke silently. Ady and Suhani
were lifelessly resting on bed.
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“What’s the shitty point in digging up the past?”Ady reviled in his thoughts.
Dead-drunk Suhani’s head was completely resting on his muscular arm. From the
past two hrs she was relentlessly briefing about one or the other happenings.
Sometimes out of fun, and sometimes out of melancholy. Ady had an equal
chance in both the cases. If it was out of fun, they could easily make out love right
there. If out of sadness, he could still console to win her heart and be extra close.
How much more close he wanted her to be? She was already fitting into him.
Perhaps, Ady’s intent was similar to Sid’s which she was talking about since on
bed.
By now, she had disclosed almost everything which Sid was thinking of doing with
her that night.
In the interiors, Ady himself was dubious of Sid’s defective character which he
never was. Sudden, unexpected and intimate opportunities sometimes frenzy a
person. He loses his moral sense of right and wrong and believes only in
committing that bastard attempt.
Beer was still on and so were her quavers. So boozed she was, she could not
speak. Still she spoke, but tremulously. A girl can never resist her emotions
especially when it comes to bitching about someone. Once they begin coming
out, they always flow in a flow.
Soon her quavers transmuted into murmurs till she fell in deep sleep with her
head down on his chest. Beer bottle was still clutched in her hand round on his
washboard abs. A clear indication of favorable circumstances Ady was in. His GOA
mission was close to be accomplished.
In no time, Ady moved her hand off his flank, kept the bottle down, and sprung
out of the bed. He began looking here and there, as if searching for something
important. He just went out like a laser beam and brought it in.
Soon after pulling the blanket till her torso, Ady fondly kissed on her head.
Standing right over there, he watched the sweetness dripping from her mouth
half-open as that of child’s. So sweet she looked. Sweetness, which was
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inexplicable- which only a person with sweet-heart can sense. “I love you
sooooooooo much. I can feel it with my heart not throbbing at all, still throbbing
for you.”
Suhani was dead on bed and Ady tried resisting yucky smell of beer emanating
out of her mouth. It was far better to escape than to die in urine-like stench.
Switching the lights off, he geared out of the room. Not in disappointment, with a
broad smile on his face.
Ady no more craved for her beautiful body, but the heart so beautiful enclosed
inside it. It was not her cute face, but her cute smile that should last forever on
that face. Ogling turned completely into true love. Just because, Ady had already
slept with many girls and avoiding it this time was a small price to pay for true
love. Love is the only unbelievable alchemy in the entire universe that can
transform a soul from evil to divine, or even reverse...
*****

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Chapter 10: Operation Flytrap.
OHHHH! Yeah! Make it better... C’mon – (Unethical sounds from television)
Sid, completely absorbed in watching some porno. It was late at 1 in the night,
when he was already bloody discharged. He was kind of charging up, maybe.
Sid screamed right away. Unexpected bleep of his annoying cell-phone and he
hooted like a hairy pig. Annoying till it came to his senses it was Avni’s call.
“Idiot... You picked up my call in one ring,” said Avni. “Didn’t you go to bed?”
“Bed..?” said Sid, opening his mouth wide that a big NASA shuttle could pass
through it. Tilting his head towards roof, he voluntarily shut-n-open his eyelashes
as if engrossed in some backbreaking bedding with an f-model. Backbreaking, but
a lot more pleasant.
“You stirred the soul out of me, honey. Tell me, what it is?” Sid asked.
“I am going out for Ice-cream. Come, we will go, Sid.”
“ICE CREAM? I SCREAM... At this late hour. Are you going alone?” Sid exclaimed.
All enraged, burnt and cremated by the cream of her ice cream. No doubt, girls
are mad over ice-creams right from their birth.
“That is why I called you,” she said, innocence dripping from her chin.
“I won’t go. You also don’t go,” Sid bounced back on her. “It’s already too late.”
“Pleeeeeaaaaaaseeee Sid,” impelled Avni, notoriously. She had all tactics for
convincing him. Sid always knew she got a talent, and he loved her playing mad.
Girls can always win over a guy. It is just the eternal power God has bestowed
upon these female systems.
“My dad won’t allow me to go at this time. How come your dad allowed you?”

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“Hehehe! Sid, you are talking as if a scared girl’s soul got enrolled in your body.
This should be my statement, not yours at least,” she giggled, “And moreover, I
gave my dad 5 pegs of scotch-whisky. He won’t wake up till tomorrow noon.”
“Junk it! You also go and sleep,” scolded Sid.
“You don’t want me to go alone. And you don’t want to come either. Huh!” Avni
said, wrinkling her nose and stretching her lips to her left.
“Listen, you must not go at this time,” ordered Sid like Hitler, sounding more like
begging on his knees.
“You don’t want to come, right. I am going. Fine!” She protested and the phone
burred. The moment girl says ‘Fine’, it’s not fine at all. They mean they are
freaking right and guy needs to zip his smelly mouth up. If girl knows guy love her
as hell, she kind of boast him around.
“Ahhhhhhh! Hell.... GO!” hollered Sid, clutching his head and stamping his feet on
the floor as if he deprived of making out with the same f-model after being kicked
on the centre of his butts by her pointed stilettos.
“Crazy- this girl is. One day I will be thrashed out from my own home,” babbled
Sid, trying to cross over eight feet tall boundary of his home. “I don’t know if I will
be thrashed out, but that day is not far when I will be suspected as an
unavoidable thief stealing things of my own home.”
Stepping out of the three-wheeler, Sid angrily approached towards her. Angry
enough to whack her neck for 180 degree shift.
“One Cornetto, Vanilla?” she ordered perkily to the ice-cream seller on tricycle.
Then greedily began unwrapping as if she was starving from decades. Centuries
would have been better in her case.
“You told you will not come,” uttered Avni while she ate delightfully like a kid. Sid
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out to lick the melted soft cream disoriented him from anger. Sid wondered if he
could work as a slave to ice-cream vendor, filling cones all day long, watch her
licking and never have to get anxious about other software jobs.
“Hmmm... You need it?” she asked Sid, moving her eyebrows up and down in a
hilarious way as if sound waves were jigging on a graph-machine.
“Okay, give him one ice cream,” she said to peddler.
“Oye! Not this one. Give him a small one. I just have Rs.10,” she uttered in no
time as the vendor mistakably took out Rs.25 Cornetto. The same item which she
was licking. Her cute nose kind of close to dig into whip of cream.
Sid stood quietly as he endearingly watched her eating with slurp noises, but
appeared red into her eyes at the same time. Sometimes, guys do need to fright
each cell of their system or else they would continue revolving guys on their
middle finger.
“Take it, Sir,” vendor gave him with reverence. Obviously, he had to sell out all the
left over stock by night. Sid stood upright as if all his body got cemented.
“What..??? You don’t want it?” Avni asked, deepening her brows.
“Bhaiya! Give me bigger Cornetto,” said Sid. Avni startled, eyebrows lifting sky
high and staying there. A few more seconds and her eyebrows might fly out of her
forehead.
“Rs. 25, Sir.”
“Take money from her,” Sid said, and smirked boastfully turning his head away as
he played against her tactics her way.
With disbelief large in her widened eyes at this rascal rebellion, she said,
“Mahesh, I will pay you tomorrow. Okay?”
“Mahesh???? Mahesh? You know him as well?” Sid bounced back as if she had
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“Huh!” Avni said in nasal voice as if doors of her nose got jammed by sudden
intake of ice-cream. She kept humming like an innocent child after playing her
cards right to held him to jealousy.
“I told you not to come. Why did you come out?”
“You too said you won’t come? Why did you come out?” She continued eating
while dragging her Mishy (Scooty) with great efforts. Silly girl could have sat and
rode away.
“I will slap you, that too tightly,” scolded Sid, clenching his teeth. “Why did you
call me at night? Unnecessary tension.”
“Why were you getting tensed?” she said, eating ice cream with annoying licking
noise.
“What if something happens to you..?”
“What will happen to me?” she continued licking ice-cream, irritating Sid to his
feet. Sid was completely screwed by her ‘no-sign-of-understanding’ behavior;
almost trying to control his overflowing anger.
“Argh! Don’t you know? Don’t you know?” he shrilled over and over again,
snatching her Mishy.
“Sorrrieeee...” she apologized nicely, holding her ears, in a voice that could bring
life in a stone. “I won’t come for ice creams at night? Smile once now.”
Sid didn’t like scolding her and kept gazing down. He himself felt naked whenever
he chided her with his bitter words.
“Smile Sid. Smile once, baby,” Avni said in a sympathetic voice, trying to hold her
laugh on his angry red-nose so funny. His anger was rather funny with tinge of
care, having traces of love in it.
Now she had her face dull, and lips pouted enough to drag him to rounds of cries.
Glancing at her long face, Sid allowed her to come outside at night. But condition
applied – she must call him before coming.
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Guys are sexy caring at times till girls don’t drive them to cries, Avni thought.
“Nooooo... Sid. Coming outside in the midnight is not fine,” she said in a kiddie
tone as a dab of cream got cemented on her nose. For Sid, she was always like a
kid.
“I said you can come. But call me once. I will take you out,” said Sid, patting on
her head and playing with her cute ice-cream nose leaving dab intentionally
untouched.
“SERIOUSLY? Will you be my bodyguard?” she asked with an endearing smiling

expression. She was cheeky, of course. She would get the things done just like
that as if a corrupt sorceress through black magic. “You will come even at 2
am????”
“Hmmmm...” nodded Sid, question marks all around him. Doubtful of leaving his
porno stuff at midnight, just for the sake of stupid ice-cream.
“At 3?”
Sid nodded again and agreed. CD’s of erotic stuff now seemed cracking in his
head.
“At 4?”
“Shut up! We have arrived at your house,” Sid cut her short and asked her to
sneak inside in an eye blink.
“No, I won’t go. Tell me first. AT 4?” she resisted.
“Mr. Anurag,” Sid squalled out her dad’s name. Avni, all scared to feet, grabbed
her Pishy from him and hurriedly raced inside with short quick steps. Sid vomited
out extra-terrestrial laugh on her moves so unfailingly funny. This was his Avni-
Avni was undisputedly mischievous than all other unavoidable girls on this globe.
And Sid - Sid just loved her annoying mischief to extremes.
Dashing inside, she imagined her parents running out with night-slippers in their
hand or a volleyball bat always kept in gallery for her protection. What if same
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volleyball bat is utilized for her destruction? She can’t let her bum end up creaking
just for a miserable ice cream.
“Oye... How will you go alone in the night? I must drop you,” said Avni, sounding
low and shivering in fear of awaking her parents.
“You...” Sid frowned, his forefinger pointing at her.
She hummed, smiled, and rapidly bobbed her head back and forth. “Yepppp......”
“You will drop me? You... YOU?” Sid gave her scary looks.
“Hmmmmmm...” She hummed and smiled again, waving her eyebrows up and
down.
“Bhuuuuppppp!!! Go inside,” He grinned. They smilingly turned opposite to head

towards their destination.
Sid turned back to see if she was in. The same time she too turned around and
animated smile incepted on her face. Sid smiled as Avni aired the flying-kiss.
“Eeeee! I hate such lazy girls who blow flying-kiss. Why can’t they bloody come
and kiss?”
“I love you.........” she comically stuck her tongue out in the middle.
“I love you too.”
‘I love you too’ meant everything- her anger, her smile, her laugh, her badness,
her kisses and everything one can imagine of. Sid laughed and jigged all through
his way to his home. Mad dancing becomes a mad routine when mad in love, Sid
discovered.
“Hello disco-dancer! Avni madam has not cleared 429 bucks, due from last five
months. She told you will pay for it?” same ice-cream peddler froze his cells to
almost -40 degree temperature.

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*-*
Club Blue in Goa - all souls drugged their hips with the music. Music – much
drugged in itself. Also to mention, ambience inside was crashing drunk brimmed
with winey babes and handsome brats. Sex-Ratio - a total terror, completely
shocking. Whopping great - 70 babes out of total 100. One of the most happening
places in Goa, people from every age met. Minors not included, strict ban by govt.
Kids, don’t you dare enter there!!!
From the darkness to concealed twilight, Ady and Suhani emerged into this bluish-
black lighted disc. With arm round her waist, and her hand over his shoulder, Ady
and Suhani too waved with the music. Listening to the beat, moving their feet,
they felt each other’s heat. Slowly and gradually, she was going under his skin.
Trying to control obstinate eye-balls from moving towards Suhani, Atul Shekhar
Singh advanced towards them and finally got perched on a couch nearby. Muscles
of his heart nearly exploded after looking at her glistening thighs and figure. A
‘Recipe of Disaster’ that anybody could go freaking mad.
It was not just Atul ogling at Suhani, but his complete gang which followed him
like small ants following baddy daddy ant in search of food.
“GOSH! What a lips. They are like lollipops. Worth…....ummmm....” One amongst
them said, his tongue dangling out like a stray dog.
“Sod off, she is my prey today. You guys just stick your disturbing ass somewhere
else,” vociferated Atul. He had all rights to scream the cells out of them. He was
the Chief of gang after all.
“ASS is actually your full name’s abbreviation. And moreover you are truly an ass,
unable to lose virginity till now,” guffawed everyone, mocking at him.
Atul, grossly fumed by their mocking, threatened them with nasty glance, and sat
quietly clenching his fist and teeth.
“Uh! I am getting exhausted. My right foot is paining cruelly,” Suhani whispered

into Ady’s ears.
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“Okay dear! You rest on that couch. I’ll bring a drink for you,” smiled Ady, and she
transgressed staggeringly into black to the couch where Atul was sitting.
By now, Atul had scanned her thoroughly, part by part. The best part, her small
pouty lips. He went gaga on them, nuts of his brain falling loose. The best thing,
she was half-drunk and booze’s impact was shooting up every second on her.
Atul waited for her first smiling cast at him so he could begin with his ‘Operation
Flytrap’. “From the past 15 mins, I am looking at her. When will I attack? C’mon
girl, smile once, my thing going great guns!”
“Can I have a glass of water please,” Suhani asked the waiter.
Another 15 minutes, and the waiter was lost. Sensing it as an excellent chance,
Atul sprung up and galloped with 1000 horsepower to bring water for her.
“How can you bring it for me?” she asked, and guzzled it down.
“Didn’t you need water? So, I got it. Actually, you should thank me for this rather
than asking your predictable question,” said Atul. Suhani gave him nasty stare.
Huge risk involved- he could be slapped outright from the same hand which
picked the glass.
“Is it so? Or something else?” She said, her forehead developing crinkles.
Atul casted his impressively killer smile and jested, “I could not miss this
opportunity to service you. In fact, I was contemplating how to begin
conversation with you.” His eyes still focussed on her terroristic hand.
“He he he! Your way of bringing water was damn funny,” smiled Suhani straight
into his eyes. His eyes jumped from her ‘can-bang-anytime’ hand to her naughty
smile. Gorgeous hell!
“But I love the people who speak truth,” she added.
“Wohooo! You started loving me at first sight,” Atul hooted, drinking beer off the
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“Shut up! What’s your name funny bunny?” She laughed, crossing her legs.
Degrees by degrees, their conversation was getting personal. Atul was coming
closer and closer…. but only mentally. Suhani was not a type of ‘horny-without-
head’ girl. Not a percent was she allowing him for physically intimacy.
Frustrated. Annoyed. Deprived. So deprived of Suhani that Atul could commit

suicide if asked for it. It was dark all around with dancing hues slightly
overstepping to their location. She was half-drunk. Girls look more seductive
when half-drunk, Atul thought. All this stirred him up to bring his hands on her
thighs. Shortly, his manly hands started rubbing perversely to excite her to hell.
Suhani felt odd at this moment.
Slap! Slap! Before Atul could figure out she fired a double round on his face and
screamed. Finally, Atul’s dream seemed ending with her scream. He could not
think anything, but to seek revenge for the slap she had deposited. It was
embarrassing. It was humiliating. It was defaming. It was enraging!
Her shrilling voice brought to death by loud music inside. No one around to hear
her screams. They were all alone. Atul, all infuriated, his eyes inflaming with anger
and desperation; forcibly picked her in his arms and advanced towards his hotel
room one floor up.
“Hello, where are you taking her?” a manly voice asked from behind. Atul just
turned back to fetch a hard blow on his left eye. It was Ady.
“What sirjee? She’s not your dad’s fixed deposit. Is she?” again a hard bang by
Ady, on right eye this time. Atul’s eyes, surrounded with black colour-effect as if
just out of ladies make-up box.
Grabbing Suhani from his arms and resting her on the couch, Ady fired again.
Already lurching Atul, turned berserk losing his vision. A millisecond and Atul
picked up a bottle from table and tried to shatter it on his head. Ady brought his
arm forward, hampered Atul’s brilliant movement and repeatedly began
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Atul’s jaws kind of fluttering. Tongue collapsed outside. Two lower-centre tooth
missing. Oops! Bull’s eye! Both broken teeth fell inside same beer bottle, which
was tried on Ady’s head.
Soon, everybody around swarmed in. Bouncers kept on standing idle like super-
intelligent idiots, as if arrived for entertainment from some wrestle match.
And then..... There it was... It was out! Ady had already taken out his pistol loaded
with bullets. Soon Atul’s friends also appeared jostling out of the crowd and said
pushing Ady, “Go you morons, you don’t know Atul. He is son of Goa’s collector.
Off you go. EFF OFF!”
“SHUT UP! BROTHEL-BIRTHED! DON’T SHOUT OVER HIS DAD’S POLITICAL

POSITION. IF I’LL DISCLOSE ABOUT MY FAMILY, YOU GUYS WILL PISS RIGHT
BEFORE EVERY ONE. BUT I AM NONE OF YOU. I DON’T LIKE BRAGGING ABOUT MY
DAD,” roared Ady like a lion.
On the spur of moment, Suhani butted in, “Let us go Ady. Leave... These guys are
sick. Only fit for mental hospitals.”
Holding her hand, Ady walked out staring into their eyes. ‘Operation Flytrap’ was
a miss.
“NEVER EVER BRING YOUR PISSY FACE HERE AGAIN OR YOU WILL BE RIPPED.
DAMN PRICK!” shouted one lean man from behind. Leaner than a sugarcane stick.
Surely a ‘screaming-charm’ of their gang - a kind of haughty organism who just
says big and does nothing.
While driving back, Ady felt her tears permeating into his heart as they rolled
down from her eyes. He felt the same pain of what she went through when his
eyes also got drenched. Unable to drive anymore, Ady angrily pulled the
handbrake and bought the car to a screeching halt.
Placing his hand over her head, Ady held gaze into her eyes that were devoted to
wretched events that happened a few hours before. Suhani was sobbing
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Ady cleaned her face, and apologised for bringing her to Goa and cold murdering
her jovial mood.
“Nooo... baby. It wasn’t your mistake. You are the best person I have been with,”
she said in wet voice and gently held his face. Love for each other was visible in
their eyes. Only thing left was the placement of four letter word on their tongue.
Tongue which talks about every non-sense except this love. Whenever it comes to
proposing love, tongue of lovers kind of dives back into their stomach.
Striking off the tear that mistakenly rolled down from his eye too, she kissed his
cheek.
Placing her head on his shoulder and wiping the tears off her face, she asked in a
comical way, “NOW, LET THE CAT OUT OF THE BAG? You said something in disc
like they might piss after knowing your family background? What was it?”
“Actually, I am grandson of Veer Mahinder Pratap, late king of Jodhpur. And my

dad is an oil-tycoon in Dubai. Their total land of discotheque is 1/100 of the land
where our horses are fed.”
Stunned silence on Suhani’s face with amazing-like expressions. “I mean...

Mahinder Pratap... VEER MAHINDER PRATAP. YOU ARE HIS GRANDSON,”
exclaimed Suhani with her mouth agape and eyes wide open. “You kept it secret
from everyone?”
“Yup... Only Sid knows this reality,” said Ady.
“Ummmm... Let’s not talk about Sid,” she said jovially.
“That is the single most beautiful thing she said in the entire scene full of action.
She has preferred talking to me than talking about Sid. It’s encouraging,” thought
Ady.
And their forever chit-chat was on, because when it comes to ending chitchatting,
lovers take forever to do so. She kept on quacking like a duck, yet it sounded
sweet crooning of a bird.
By now, Ady had gained insights of her psyche that he had silently sneaked into
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dread, “I don’t know there lasts a fear - a fear somewhere deep in me - what if
she happens to know my disguised reality....................”
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Chap 11: The Disguised Reality
TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NONE. WHILE HAVING FUN, TIME IS ON RUN.
While having fun, time flies like Harry Potter on broomstick. Time flew with
broom-like speed while Suhani and Ady played their hearts in Goa. Ady fell in love
against his expectations. Obviously love is a terrorist that comes uninvited into
centre of your body and goes underground forever.
Now they were back in hell. Ady and Suhani were flogging themselves to death
like suicide in instalments, back in office. Fun was obvious to their mind, by its
absence.
Ady, who was always too lazy to put his bum on chair and do software coding, this
time he stuck his bum for 3 hrs straight as if a bond stronger than Fevicol had
clung to the midsection of his bum. Whenever he felt his bum had flattened, he
portrayed about Suhani as his ideal wife. Suhani too consumed wines, so
hopefully Ady would have a better companion throughout his life. No state of
conflict at least.
TRING! TRING! Unexpected phone ring rescued Ady from the deadly job he was
in. No doubt deadly, when you don’t even have a few seconds to pee. The call was
important. So no other choice, but to lift up. Ady dashed out of the office
premises, hunting for a desolated nook where secret conversation was possible.
“Hi! Prick, congratulations! You made it man. You finally made it,” a male voice
laughed from the other side. Ady thought, if he had cleared any of the toughest
entrance examinations to become Chairman of RBI.
“MADE IT?” Ady said, with a voice far too loud in dead-shock.
“Yep, made it inside Suhani’s heart,” he laughed again providing Ady a reason to
smile. Of course, it was one of the toughest of all piss-ejecting examinations he
ever took.
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“Thank you! Mr. Atul Shekhar Singh. Without you I would not have made it. Our
‘Operation Flytrap’ worked and you were the bloody hidden curve in that plan.
But still I need to propose,” Ady replied, sightlessly gazing at the natural beauty
through his office window.
“Go man! Do it maa..ahn,” Atul said stylishly, trying to copy foreign accent. “You
owe me a treat. Okay?”
“Sure. Anytime you want,” Ady smiled, looking at Suhani who was drowned in
computer like a mermaid searching for a hundred-years-old bikini just above sea-
bed. Simultaneously, she was engaged in swishing her hair tufts that fell over her
charming face. She would then tuck them behind ear and continue dying with her
code. Ady watched the sight so enchanting and delightful that pushed him into
futuristic imaginations of taking her to his home and showing his parents, “Dad,
Mom. Here is the girl I want to marry.”
“Where are you lost?” Atul shrilled out loud, producing millions of vibrations in
Ady’s ears.
“In love!” Ady whispered, completely lost in the wonderland of marriage.

Marriage – a wonderland where hell and heaven meet at the same time.
“ARGH! Carnivorous love! Talk to you later. Bye.”
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Suhani’s typing pace was under her control, flawless, and much faster than any
ultrasonic airbus. If inventors of Airbus had watched her typing, they would have
died suffocating for its downgraded quality. Out of nowhere, Ritika, the Saturday
night girl, one of her colleagues and Sid’s next door neighbour intruded into her
cubicle.
“Hey Suhani, how are you?” Ritika beamed delightfully, only a lot more spurious.
“Hey, Ritika. Where have you been since last one month?” asked Suhani, her
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“Suhani, I want to tell you something, but running out of words on how to begin
with....” Her flinching and downcast eyes hinted there boxed an irrepressible
desire inside her to unfold something.
“WHAT???” anxious crinkles had their critical birth on her forehead.
“It is about Sid...” The second Ritika popped his name off her mouth, the very
second Suhani sent a probe deep into her mind. She recollected the dreadful
events of that foregone Saturday night. All the past memories of that disco-night
flashed in rapid succession of images inside wires of her electrified brain. All were
held in detest, she re-imagined Sid breaching the lines of trust and succeeding in
his lewd intentions. The only purpose in which Sid would have triumphed if
accidental message had not been read at first place.
“What about Sid?” Suhani hated every constituting alphabet of his name now.
“Three weeks before, an auspicious twilight wiped the dark clouds from the sky
only for rays of curse to fall upon me and my family. It was the wedding week of
my endearing sister, all decked in wedding Saree, she was ready to tie the
promising knot with her fiancé, and everything suddenly turned unpromising with
the unfair demand of 2 lakh Indian rupees for dowry. After already having handed
6 lakh rupees to her fiancé’s family, I was left with a gigantic zero. I tried calling
many friends but none turned for help. It was right then, after a few heart-
bleeding hours, I received a text message from a private number ready for
financial help. But nothing comes free in this world. In exchange, it instigated me
to execute a set of forged actions. One was to place the fallacious envelope
containing a letter and hypnotic drugs in Sid’s bedroom, and other was to time
the events to a level of perfection that Suhani is made to reach his bedroom… I
knew every weekend we heated ourselves at Discotheque, and leveraged this
opportunity to my benefit. At morning hour of Saturday when Sid was about to
leave for office, I knocked into his apartment to hand back his coffee mugs. Right
when he vanished into the kitchen, I stationed the envelope on the table next to
his bed where it could be conspicuously seen… Every fabricated piece of jigsaw
just fitted in place, the way I wanted… But please forgive me Suhani - I was only a
pawn in this game of chess, mastermind was someone else…”
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“WHAT THE FLIP!!!”
“I had no other choice than to accept the terms. I am really really really sorry,
Suhani. I kept rustling curses every single day and night for what I did. Often
times, you yourself turn out to be your worst enemy. I myself turned out to be my
worst enemy after I did so….”
A sudden spark had burnt Suhani’s nerve cells. Just a mere nanosecond, Suhani
jigged out of chair and inquired, “But who doesn’t want to see us together. Who
wants to break us apart?”
“I wish I knew it. It was a private number that messaged me lest I would have
slapped back the 2 lakh rupees on that sly bastard’s face who separated you. I am
really really sorry, Suhani.”
“It’s okay. It’s always better to be late than never, Ritika. At least you acquainted
me with the facts… Do you know where Sid is? I want to meet him right now.”
“Sid has permanently left for Delhi. I don’t know if it is hearsay or what, but it
seems he has resigned.”
Suhani was suddenly into a different orbit, meditating of how wrong she was
about him. She smiled continuously with her eyes unseeingly fixating on the floor
like any mental-retard with hollow head who had received several electric shocks
in asylum. She was all involved thinking about Sid and her scolding he had for no
reason. Moreover, the tight slap that engraved red stamp on his innocent cheeks
forever. Poor Sid, he remained with his lips jammed as if it had lost mechanism to
open.
Sid – The Mute-bastard just kept quiet that night, Suhani thought.
At same time, her face looked similar to that on crashed Saturday night. There
were expressions of anxiety mixed with sadness. She was the most vulnerable in
those moments, as even a single bad word for Sid could make her cry for
thousands of years. You poke her just a bit, and she would be shattered with
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repent over their mistakes. They are honest that they repent, which guys never
do otherwise.
Here, she held Sid in deep respect. It was more of reverence than any other
feeling which was being fostered for him. She cursed herself for not paying
attention to his words even once. How could her own eyes and heart be so
stubbornly disloyal to her?
Supernaturally enough, her two weeks’ pending jobs didn’t give her sleepless
nights at all. It was only one name whose feelings, images crawled up next to her
at nights, and was the only cause of insomnia - Sid.
Every darkest hour of night, Suhani would lie prone at the fringe of her bed with
her right arm dangling and fingers touching the floor. Preserving a reluctant smile
on her face, she would invisibly rewrite Sid’s name countless times on the floor by
her forefinger, till her soul would float into deep sleep while doubting if Sid would
ever come back..???
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Chap 12: The Return of Retaliation
PUCKKKKKKK!!!!
Suhani ploughed into Ady, every bit of her body digging into his square inch. Ady
felt like jogging in air. It’s beyond awesome when a girl bumps all of sudden into
your body to feed every taste of her piece.
Locking her arms round his neck, she gradually brought her kiss-provoking face
towards for a naughty whisper, “A glass of wine and a glass of beer,
The time I spent with you is now damn clear.
Losing you now, is all I fear.
Coz
For this software, the designer was you.
For this sculpture, the creator was you.
For this house, architect was you.
All I want to say is….. I love you. I love you.”
Ady was dead-shocked as hell. His ears could not afford listening to those words
blatantly. His heartbeats could not afford to feel those words, thrown so openly.
His eyes could not afford to see her eyes sparkling so mysteriously. His heart
muscles would have burst blood like dam’s gates in flood, if she had said ‘I love
you’ one more time.
The three difficult words for which Ady took so long, Suhani spoke up with damn
ease. These words were shying to come out of his mouth till now. Ady was
enthusiastically struggling to find out the lost voice in his body. I wish I had
‘Ctrl+F’ option to search my lost voice, thought Ady.
“I love you too,” Ady said anyhow, shy bride-like smile on his face. A deep sigh of
relief after collecting the voice which seemed to have sunk to toes of his body.
“Sure baby!” Suhani asked. Her glowing face evidently showed the signs of joy she
could not resist on his confident reply. Freaking happy she was. And dead-
gorgeous she looked that very particular second.
“Yeah! Honey,” Ady smiled into her eyes much before words popped out of his
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dance. Or probably strip-dance, so delighted he was he could possibly throw off
his clothes to advertise for his Levi’s underwear.
Hug again! Damn she hugged again, a little too soft and a little too short. God was
being corrupt to bless him love in strangest way possible.
“I hope he will also reply in similar fashion. See, how confident I was?” she
whispered back, all of a sudden.
All the robust buildings or skyscrapers outside appeared like collapsing in front of
him, with no other casualty but him. He felt each fragment of his body turning
boneless, and he would crash down bewailing and crying on his knees.
“He?? Who??” he smiled superficially, feeling an inside urge to whack her neck.
True, girls spark guys with such alienated feelings sometimes.
“Of course Sid. He is back in Bangalore. Yipppieee!!!” she said with an irresistible
glee. Obviously, Ady could not resist her happiness this time.
Ady realized, “How bad you feel when a girl leaves your best friend and proposes
you. And more bad you feel when she says ‘proposal was for the same best
friend, it was just a rehearsal.’ Wicked villain!”
Suhani departed in same supermodel-like walk that seemed more energetic than
never before. So trendy, delectable and seductive, yet tasteless to Ady.
“Please stay, listen to me once. I need you. I need you like sun needs moon during
eclipse. Please Suhani...” a voice evoked out of Ady which reduced to murmurs in
complete despair. This was real. It was just a few seconds of separation and he
felt like separated from years. He stared at her back without blinking his eyes
even for once. His body froze to Pluto’s temperature, yearning for her to come
back. She was out of his sight and so was Ady.
Everything crashes down when the girl you like says ‘she loves someone else’
right to your face, Ady mentally cried. Honestly speaking, the ‘else’ keyword
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“Every second seems like drunk in your love. Don’t give such harsh punishments.
Please forget all my faults. Don’t leave me like a broken moment of time. Don’t go
away. I want you so desperately... I love you coz you only made me feel what love
is,” thought Ady still holding those void expectations and feeling the wretched
pain of detachment. Still believing the illusion this love creates. “I won’t allow
anyone to come between us!!!”
Just a few minutes more to propose Sid, and ‘Wall of Tragedy’ will crash down on
Ady. Ady remained there, looking at her, still in denial that she would be out of his
life.
*-*
A cute fresh smile gifted a glow on her face. Suhani headed confidently towards
Sid inside an open uninhabited lawn as if a graveyard where everyone was dead
except him.
Sid stood upright facing the other side, completely entangled in telephonic
conversations. Of course, with Avni.
Suhani launched herself on his back, wrapping her arms tightly under his
shoulders. She hugged him as if never to leave. Frightened by the sudden cling, he
disconnected the call. Sid hated it to the max. Still kept his lips zipped up. No boy
would like to get disturbed when he’s talking to his girlfriend. Plus - no boy would
like to lose those moments with some other girl that would send him to throes of
ecstasy.
She placed her head lovingly over his back, till the words reduced to mumbles,
“Why did not you tell me, Sid... You did nothing that night. I am a bitch, I am
sorry. I only – I didn’t listen to any of your words. I never allowed you to justify
yourself. I am sorry... Sorry Sid,” she said as she sobbed. A tear had already
flowed out of her eye. The present situation he was in, struck him. The Shiver ran
through him. He stood like a frozen sculpture. Tongue got paralyzed and blood
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Sid turned around, gently held her face with his hands and made her look at him.
Her eyes filled with all the sadness in the world. Sid kissed the tear off her face,
and uttered with a pleasant smile, “You know one thing? You look more beautiful
while crying?”
She smiled recollecting the verse, and blurted out in one single shot.
“A glass of wine and a glass of beer,
The time I spent with you is now damn clear.
Losing you now, is all I fear.
Coz
For this software, the designer was you.
For this sculpture, the creator was you.
For this house, architect was you.
All I wanted to say is, I love you.”
It was not just done.

She stared deep and hard, came close till the killer line was out, “Coz in this
trailer, the hero is you,” and brushed his lips once.
The trailer was now converting to a sexy shoot. Lips were kissed twice, thrice and
so on.
Her lips were now digging into his, tongue dribbling with his tongue till she took
the life out of him. She was dominating, of course. Sucking and biting every part
of his lips. Sid stood helpless against these events. His hands helplessly lifted up in
the air as if ordered by this hot cop ‘not-to-disturb’. And any move against cop’s
orders could lead to life sentence.
“Last lines about sculpture and house. They were all contextual. I as an engineer
believe in practical one,” Sid said fixating his stare on her, gasping heavily out of
the sensual exertion.
“Wh-a-a-a-......t...” she stammered, smile too stammering on her face. She

averted her eyes away to have a look around, in case somebody watched their
open romance. In truth, it was just her cute shyness that she was avoiding a gaze
into his eyes. Her eyes were now filled with all the happiness of the whole milky-
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“Is it done, Ma’am? Shall we move?” a female voice shouted from the periphery
of lawn.
“Oops! Sheena watched us, stupid,” Suhani giggled. Sheena was one of their
colleagues and Ady’s crush till he came to know she followed ‘man-4-money’
philosophy. She waited for Suhani in her yellow Maruti Estilo. Now, how can
anyone buy a ‘Yellow’ Maruti Estilo? Simply UACK!
Suhani jigged playfully away, wiggling her fingers at Sid. “I don’t believe in this
love kind of bullshit philosophy. What I got through is you are a great kisser, Sid,”
Suhani shouted out from the far as she ran off.
“But it was you who kissed,” Sid reciprocated. “Girls look dead better after a
sloppy kiss, Ady said once. So damn true!”
But there was one more person, who watched it all through his naked eyes.
Sitting inside his CRV, Ady took in the view of everything they did. All those events
sprinkled salt over his already boiling blood. Trashy Indian proverbs, the moment
you speak them, their impact becomes stronger.
“The bastard scored over me for no fault of mine… I always had what I wanted. I
don’t want to be called as a loser,” shrieked Ady, clinching his fist and angrily
banging it down on steering. Anger, hatred, desire, all flowed through his
bloodstream. Suhani, an essential ingredient of his life seemed parting…………...
*-*
It was 9 in that night. With all his mind, heart and soul, Ady laid contemplating
upon the recent sudden advances Suhani had made with him. Just to leave him
deserted.
Uncivilized vulgar beep of the phone pulled Ady out of trance.
“Hi, Ady! Let us meet buddy, let us have booze up, dude!” Sid said haltingly. He
was half-drunk. His unsteady voice lucidly showed he was already done with 3-4
beer bottles and boozy-bastard was craving for more. Who would not like to kiss
alcohols when God was already blessing with wild kisses... To Ady, Sid seemed to
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be on cloud nine. And why not? When Suhani’s kiss was so alcoholic; better than
any other alcoholic beverage in the world. So divine and complete in its own!
“Is Suhani too there?” asked Ady.
“No... No... Only you and me. Fly to my flat ASAP. Buck up!”
“Ok... Done. See you in an hour.”
Drawing the black ‘Dolce&Gabbana’ jacket off the wardrobe, putting it on and
drawing its hood over his head, Ady pulled the drawer wherein laid packs of
rubber. There was no other thought on his mind except one which was jumbling
his nerves.
Ady took something out and hid it at his back. It was not any of the rubber
protection, his drawer was over-occupied with. It was a fully loaded 9mm
automatic pistol hidden under those countless packets. 9mm automatic pistol - a
gift from his dad on his 20th birthday for self protection….
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Chap 13- Actions No Reactions
Rushing to the second floor, rotating the door-knob, Suhani- all covered in painful
sweat- stood gasping inside Fortis’ B-14 room….
There she could see a bullet just out of his skin onto the stainless steel tray half-
filled with blood. Her eyes saying it all… She was terrified. Felt cripplingly numb.
“See, Suhani-jee. Sid shot Ady around two hrs before. See what Sid did. Son of a
bitch!’ said Ramesh, one of her colleagues. Suhani could feel pain of the entire
universe, just by looking at the sight so dreadful. Ady was actually shot on chest.
Luckily it darted on his left upper arm.
“Why the hell Sid did it????” she shouted out loud enough. Her voice echoed
inside the room with pang of pain and wrath at the same time. Ady was tight
lipped.
“WHHHHYYYYYY?????” Suhani squalled again. “I am asking you why? Tell me?”
“Nothing happened to me, right?” Ady replied, scared to look into her eyes which
were fixating deadly at him.
“What if something had happened?”
“Nothing happened, Suhani?”
“What if something had happened?” she reiterated, pointing her cute finger on
his face. Ady signalled Ramesh with his right hand which implied ‘F- off’. Ramesh
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“Tell me know, Ady,” Suhani spoke softly with utmost care. Placed her soft hands
on his forehead. Warmth of girl’s hands when they are angry and caring at the
same time. It’s just awesome.
“A-a—actually!” haltered Ady, biting his nails.
“Tell me.... Hmmmm...” She hummed, moving her hand fondly on his head.
“Around nine Sid called me up for booze party at his flat. As per my daily routine, I
again carried my pistol with me, which dad told me to keep for my protection.
Inside his room, we were drinking till our tanks were up. We always drink
challenging each other till the first one vomits it out. Everything was worth
enjoying till Sid said with a demonic smile, ‘You know what. I am just one step
behind. The revenge of Suhani’s slaps a month before will over this time. I will do
something which she will never be able to forget for the rest of life.’ I detested
and could not hold a sudden urge to shout at him that I love you and won’t let
that happen. It all turned into scuffling and punching, beating each other with
whatever stuff comes in our hands. Unknowingly, he held the pistol and shot me
down. Till he realized he was grossly mistaken, I was down screaming with pain. It
was all deliberate. Sid was not wrong. He was just drunk.”
“Why did you fight with him over me? For just a silly talk.”
“I was drunk too and could not restrict my overflowing love for you. I never
wanted to see you in same wretched condition from which I pulled you out. So
fought over it.”
Already-numb Suhani felt dead this time. Her ears were still not out of shock.
Ady’s sentences echoed into his ears, enraging her. Suhani felt helpless. She felt
cheated. She felt failed. She felt punished. For whatever Suhani loved Sid, what
she got in return. Nothing but revenge. A bloody revenge.
“Ady...” Sid said, his low voice retarding as he rushed inside, almost drowned in
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CHATTTTTTTT!!!! CHATTTT!!! The hand was released. Before Sid could realize
anything, she implanted a blow on his face. Sid right there, his head down.
Whatever Sid was, Sid could never say anything to her and she never listened to
him anyway.
“WHAT A FREAKING PERSON ARE YOU? ADY WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND. STILL YOU
WANTED TO KILL HIM. THE PERSON WHO DOESN’T VALUE FRIENDSHIP, CAN
NEVER VALUE THIS LOVE. I WAS WRONG. I WAS WRONG WITH YOU. I FINALY GOT
IT RIGHT. I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS. LOVE IS WHAT ADY HAS FOR ME. AND I LOVE
ADY. I REALLY LOVE ADY,” Suhani lost her temper and squalled it a far too loud, a
far too rough. “DID YOU LISTEN? I REALLY LOVE ADY.”
“NOW WHAT WILL YOU DO. KILL HIM AGAIN? KILL HIM... ” she roared gripping
Sid’s wrist and dragging him towards Ady. “COME KILL HIM. DO WHAT YOU
WANT. YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM. I WILL SO FUCKING DESTROY YOU. I WILL.”
Sid stared at Ady. Ady looked down, not finding courage to look back into Sid’s
eyes. Now that was something. She told Ady she used to be a rude bitch before
she met Sid. Ady never believed that. But now he did. She could have blown the
whole hospital apart, flinging every patient out.
Sid silent again, his head down. No single reaction for her harassing action. You
give him a blow and his tongue malfunctions every time. Not even attempting to
say anything or look into her eyes. Sid felt weak. His wrist that Suhani gripped was
felt like lacking flesh over it.
Sid still soundless, locking her eyes in gaze. Sid realized those eyes that twinkled
every time, had lost it all. Those eyes that winked naughtily every time.
Suhani realized Sid’s eyes were still holding a mystery. The eyes in which she got
lost for hours, the eyes that smiled pleasantly, the eyes that saw a great girl in
her.
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“Sid... Sid... Wait!” Ady reiterated as he got off the bed, scared if Sid goes out of
his mind, crazy and frenzied.
“Where are you leaving Ady?” Suhani asked, grasping his hands. “Let him go. Let
him go.”
“He is leaving. Suhani, he is sensitive! Let me stop him.”
“LET HIM GO TO HELL. HE IS A VENOM. EVEN IF HE DIES, I DON’T CARE.”
Chap 14- The Lightning Bolt
WHY THE HECK YOU WERE NOT PICKING UP CALL WHOLE DAY? BANANA BALLS!
A female voice yelled through the phone as if grossly irritated by her husband
who had innocently forgot to clean her office lunch box thoroughly. Sid didn’t
even look up the number and spontaneously picked it up. It was Avni who had
called a zillion times, getting no reaction from his end. Any abusive or romantic
reaction or anything for that matter. Even a blank message could have been
enough to satisfy her.
“I will talk to you later,” Sid responded in rough voice and disconnected; casually
sitting with his legs crossed on the table, beer bottle in his hand and cigarette
locked inside fingers. Laughing inside - Not on what happened so far, on
something that won’t happen in future with Suhani. Ideally, he was sweating it
out thinking about the worst case scenarios.
“I am really sorrrieeee... sweetheart. You know what. I was playing FIFA on play-
station. I lost the stupid match. So its anger fell over you ;-)” she texted. Sid
always knew Avni was different from any other creature in this world. Angry for
one minute, happy and naughty in the next minute. Sometimes erotic too. Ergo,
Avni was an exception.
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“FIFA...... Wohooooooooo... My friends’ say marry a girl who plays FIFA,” hooted
Sid, coming back in his element. By now he had kicked Suhani’s overrated bum
out of his life.
“Hehehehe... Ahem ahem... Your statement is misleading. MARRIAGE??? FIFA???

I am baffled. Are you talking about our marriage or FIFA,” Avni asked, scratching
her head. Searching for subtle hints of what he meant to say. Girls have a bad
tendency of getting confused on a simple statement. You give them any simple
stuff and they would turn it complex anyhow.
“I am talking about both.”
“Ahaaaaan! But why to marry a girl who plays FIFA?”
“Simply, it is just interpreting girls’ behavior. The girls who play FIFA or football
are exceedingly wild from inside. They rock guys when on bed, till they are red
and dead,” Sid blurted out.
Avni nailed her teeth into her lips, imagining their scuffling with pink pillows. She
burst out laughing. Her laugh had so high frequency through phone, it could have
blasted beer bottle in Sid’s hand.
“I don’t know if I will marry you or not. But I will definitely marry the one who
plays FIFA,” Sid hit again. She laughed again. He enjoyed again. All over again.
On phone, Sid never discussed about their movie-kiss. No matter how much he
tried to. But Avni was outrageous. She asked boldly, “When will we meet again?
When will our lips meet again?” No matter how hard she tried to refrain from his
kiss, she could not stop craving for the same.
“Is she... Is she gone sex-o-maniac? These girls are just gaga for romantic kisses.
Why can’t they just come out of it and play some real material. I thought of
making our bonds stronger than just kissing and caressing. GOD! Give them some
brain. Love is when we make it...”
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“Sometimes in life we oversee the silent dumb ones who are always there for us.
Such an asshole we are. More of assholes they are - the silent ones. Their
category, I-Am-A-Silent-Ass. These mother-fathers never even effort to throw
feelings out of their stinking mouth. Stinking, as all the time their mouth is damn
sealed without circulation of air inside. Their feelings flush off the heart, reaches
the mouth and goes back again. This circulation continues blessing their mouth
with more and more nasty smell. C’mon blockheads, get the strength off your
bum and speak up. Puke out the feelings you have for the other person on their
face or else you will end up calling yourself an ass,” thought Suhani, completely
engrossed meditating on the ceiling.
Ady opened the doorknob slowly with his fingers, craned inside to see what
Suhani was doing. She still had her eyes on the ceiling.
“What a bitch! What the hell is she trying to do? Is she trying to push whole damn
roof with her eyes. She is not a super-heroine of some junk X-MEN series. What if
she actually is... She would then demand for the hard one. A hard one! An Iron
one! Cemented one which will never catch rust... Ohhh God! Save me, save my
trembling soul,” Ady thought, and stealthily entered inside.
Sneaking from the back, he slowly and slowly wheezed close to her ears.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Suhani screamed, throwing soul out of her body, “Damn it! You almost killed
me...”
“Killed you... Killed you! You kill me once every second. You Freak-Streak. My
heartbeats almost escaped my body.”
“Ahaaaan!” she replied, pushing her eyebrows up. More of up, could have hurled
eyebrows out of her face frame.
“So, were you thinking about me?”
“Yep, about you only. My silent-ass. My beautiful beast,” Suhani said, playing with
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“Beast... Now if you have said it, let me show it to you,” Ady hauled her up.
Stamping her down on bed, pinning her arms up, Ady overlapped.
Rubbing her nose against his nose, she spoke softly, “I want to tell you
something...”
“NOW? This time? Bloody! Bone in Kebab,” Ady said flaring his nostrils.
“Listen to me. My boy, my baby, my loafer joker,” Suhani cooed, holding his face
and shutting him in gaze. Ady had to look deep into her eyes what she wanted to
say.
“People say that God has made someone or the other for each one. Well, that’s
holy crap! Who the jerk believes in these idiotic orthodox views... All garbage,”
She said, putting arms round his shoulders, “I just feel one thing...”
“One thing! Ahaaan! Will you please elaborate?” asked Ady in a sexy voice, trying
to be extraordinarily sexy which he was probably not.
“Ummm....” she hummed, fluttering her eyes and added, “I feel one thing and
that is... Your landing in my life is a God’s wink, his signal... A life for which I
craved from last few months, your company gifts me with all the prayers for that
life. ”
“Uuuuaaakkkk!!! I want to puke, what trash she is talking about. Why can’t she
just come to the point I am waiting for... I tell you these girls are damn lazy in
disclosing things,” Ady thought.
“Ufffoooo! Don’t create unnecessary suspense. Come to the point babes,” Ady
said.
“It is something... Like....”
“Like...?”
“Like.... I am,” Suhani was gasping on bed, as if a trekker climbing Mt. Everest
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“Huh!!!! Why the hell I am behaving like a silent-ass... Suhani, the duffer, speak
up,” she cursed mentally.
“Like I am...??? What? Like I am Lesbo?” Ady grinned, still overlapped on her as if
the suffocating trekker was begging for mouth-to-mouth breathing.
With loads of effort she pushed off overweighing Ady, breaking her delicate back.
Poor Suhani, she weighed only 48 kgs. Even so she was on dieting. Girls are
commendable diet-freaks. First, they eat madly. Second, they diet madly.
“He he heh... Shut up... If I am lesbo, then you are in trouble... deep deep trouble
my dear,” Suhani teased, sticking her tongue out.
Ady tried his best to get hold of her hands while she ran of the room like a crazy-
ball bouncing around at every nook. It was there and then. The freaking beautiful
message was there, all in front of Ady. Eyes stunned! Eyes rolling out of their
sockets! Eyes flashing back to all the times he had with her. The Lightning Bolt!
His smile grew wider and wider with foolishness capturing his face. Nothing could
have been more special than this. It was a big Archies card screaming, “Will You
Marry Me..?”
Exactly, Suhani was lying flat over it on bed, just to conceal it from Ady. Ady
tightly slapped himself to reassure it was not any of his fantasies that happen
quite often. Especially in case of Suhani, he was damn habitual to mindless
daydreaming. “YEAH! THE CARD IS STILL THERE. IT IS REAL. SHE PROPOSED... SHE
PROPOSED. I AM OVERDOSED!”
He kissed the card, all through his heart and boomed straight into the kitchen like
a missile booming straight into radar-beam.
“Hmmm.... Like, I am made for someone like you. That is what you wanted to say,
right?” Ady murmured in her right ear, embracing her from the back. Slowly and
slowly his index finger commenced on with the unavoidable work. It began
outlining her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders and finally her back. Ady could feel
the strap, some kind of obstacle inside. It halted right there, beneath the strap.
She felt an urge to close her eyes. Just as it would happen to any other normal
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person. She was falling more in lust with him every passing second. All Suhani
wanted was to milk this moment. Ready to push herself on the next level.
Ady squeezed her arms, swiveled her facing him. That moment was undeniably
heaven. Suhani’s magnetic eyes were closed, all in fear and excitement. Fringe
swaying over her face. She was so gorgeous. Girls look holy beautiful when they
are scared and excited at the same time, Ady experienced.
Gently, he held her face, blinked his eyes once and neatly adjusted hair fringe
which was swinging aimlessly over face. “I won’t get down on my knees to wear
you a ring. I would rather ask you how our Suhan (future son) and Aditi (future
daughter) will look like,” he said, kissing her forehead. Degrees by degrees, she
opened her eyes like a newly born baby, and smiled like the baby smiling to see
her dad for the first time.
“You know what... God is just too biased to put all the freshness of nature on your
face. He was partial to others when he gifted your eyes with all the charm of stars
in sky. And over that, your smile that always realizes me about my existence.”
Suhani caressed his cheeks and lovingly moved it sideways. “I REALLY REALLY
REALLY LOVE YOU!” Well girls do it all the time. The continue repeating the
adjective to make it more effective. But three ‘really’ instead testified her
convincingly mentally-challenged ‘Love’ for him.
The only task, much suicidal than hanging oneself from the rope, before Ady was -
brainwashing his parents who always defended arranged marriages against love
marriages. Though modern and high-profile, they still lived in a pre-medieval age
altogether. Yes of course, when it comes to marriages, only parents are the first
and the last ones to create a powerhouse of trouble for you, at least in India...
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Chap 15- The Final Words
FISHHH! SID IS SUCH A TELECOMMUNICATION BEEP...

“Always I call him up. All I ended up paying 4000 bucks on my phone bills. I was in
condition to sell my lingerie even. Sacred shit! He always keep on putting words in
my mouth that I am all his. As my bills are a subset of me, so he is liable to pay
them. Huh!!! Booby boy,” Avni reviled in anger, frustrated to pay sky high bills for
the first time contributing to monthly budget imbalance. The same time there
originated a dimple smile on her right cheek. It sat decently every time on her
face when she thought of indecent Sid.
A proper ‘Naagin’ signature tone - the one produced in late 80s, frightened Sid to
spring of his sleep and race towards door to break away. ‘Naagin’ tone foreboding
the arrival of demon in your life, realized Sid. Heartbeats pounced to the
maximum level generating turbulence in his entire body as if a man-weighing
machine got overloaded by elephant’s weight. All he cursed was the tone that is a
prelude in any of the marriage ceremonies in India. Be it any calm place in India, it
scarily existed.
“Hieee!!! I guess you’re not using your spare time in ogling at girls,” Avni giggled.

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Sid burped, as odorous as his arm-pit smell. “Noooooo!!!!! I was just sleeping,”
and burped again.
“Whaaaa.....” Avni said, catching him up with all sorts of arguments.
“Sleeeping..? Hell! I thought you would just ogle at them. But you. Huh!”
“Great! It rhymed,” Sid excited, annoying her to bones. His eyes were
exaggeratedly lecherous.
“With your single ogle, my wrath would double.”
“Wohoooo! It rhymed again,” Sid hooted, with more element of surprise over her
not-so-intelligent rhymes. Beauty and intelligence are highly unlikely to be a part
of same girl. Sid burped again, this time more loud and smelly.
“SHUT UP! Why you are burping again and again? YACKKKK!”
“It is just because I devouringly consumed tons of roasted chicken. Over that a big
Lassi glass which wreaked havoc on my digestion,” divulged Sid, still hypnotized
imagining that yummy chicken breast, now somewhere down his belly still in
process of digestion. “And what YACK? You mean you can smell my burps through
phone????”
“So far I can feel it through my imagination. It has set my nose hair on fire. I still
remember your filthy five-yr-old socks smelled better than this. But you have
made a pig of yourself,” Avni laughed outright.
“Now don’t laugh at me. I thought Lassi would help digestion. You can’t do
anything when promising savior itself becomes a destroyer,” Sid too laughed on
himself to accompany her.
“I wanted to tell you something,” quavered Avni, her voice simmering down like a
breeze that blows suddenly with swish and finally settles down with silence.
Grave silence.
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“My ... my...my...” she kept on saying ‘My’ every time like the people who say ‘I’
and ‘My’ to bloody brag about themselves.
“Speak, now?” Sid added. Dread intensified by thrice utterance of ‘My’.
“My phone bill shot up to 4000 INR this month,” Avni pouted in disappointment,
soon after correcting her malfunctioned answering machine.
“INR??? I know you work in a bank, but it does not give you an authority to say
banking short-terms to a layman,” said Sid, thanking god for it was not something
woeful.
“Will you please shut up? I would have ended up selling my panties even.
Somehow I will manage this month.”
“Yack! Who would buy your second hand panties?”
“You just... just shut the pestering door of your mouth.”
“But my dear Avni... You know what. Everything I have is yours. Everything you
have is mine except your second-hand panties. So the bill amount you are talking
about has already been deposited to your bank account today itself.”
“WHAAATTTTTTT???? How come? How did you? WHY?” Avni stunned. Hands on
her mouth, not finding any other word inside her brain except ‘how’, ‘what’ and
‘why’. This was it.
She was damn searching for an answer fathoms deep of how does her scoundrel
boyfriend knows about it. What if Sid had sent a secret agent to spy on her? She
glanced all around inside her room if there was any hidden camera. “Ohhhh
God!!! I was reading the bill while sitting inside washroom. A hidden cam in my
washroom... Holy double-cross,” a sudden spark in her head.
“Try and put your empty brain to think. You gave my email Id to bank guys for
mini-statements of your bank account. So, I know it, my dear Sweetu...”
“Oyee! You are such a sweet rascal. Such a sweetheart. Love you, my cute cute
plum. My mega-swollen bum…. Hehehehe…” she trebled through the phone with
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various other sound effects. Rather background sound effects, full of bass. It was
her dad’s heavy voice behind, asking to come out of her room. Clearly, the
telephone show was cold-murdered.
Sid disgusted in short, “Arghhhh!!!! I hate it when you leave like that... Your dad is
a bloody pest. He has no other work than to gracefully spoil our bickering
moments...”
She chuckled endlessly and disconnected. Sid smiled foolishly for he had the
reason for to be a fool. It was Avni. It was Avni’s smile. It was him. Actually Avni
inside him….
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Next morning, it was Suhani all devoted in digesting software codes in office.
There was one more additional thing, she was vigorously devoted to. It was tail of
her pen inside her nose devoted to thorough cleaning. Pen sometimes pivoted to
clockwise or anti-clockwise, back and forth, that too with firm determination.
“Shitty stuff! Why the hell she can’t use her handkerchief... I am kind of
nauseated,” Sid grossed out. He was packing all his office items to shift his
workstation, not because of offensive mucus adhered to the pen’s rear, but
because of foul disturbance in their once-amicable relation.
“Rather it should be me to shift somewhere else, not him. Why is he trying to

show off? His attitude sucks! Disgusting! ” Suhani thought, flaring her nostrils. Her
face flushed with threatening red. Her swollen face filled his immediate vision.
“How can she clean her nose with pen? Is it some sort of vacuum cleaner?
Disgusting! ” Sid grimaced as if a smelly soundless fart had set conflagration inside
his nose. Silent fart would undoubtedly be not more than her nose picking stunts,
only a lot cleaner.
Suhani obstinately viewed Sid trudging away as he was bulldozed by carton’s

weight. Wrinkling her nose to the left, Suhani dived back into her job. Job to clean
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On his new desk, Sid continually committed himself not to the day’s task assigned
by his superiors but to his cell-phone. There was neither any argument-filled call
nor any dogfight message from Avni since the phone-call was disrupted by her
dad. He was badly missing the times marked by their absence…….
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Clouds of extreme bliss concentrated over Sid’s head while on his way out from
office. He punched Avni’s number on his phone. Simultaneously, he was waggling
his hips as if he was Shakira of song ‘Hips don’t lie’. His instant jerks were highly
energetic and seductive that could turn any guy to ‘gay’.
“Hi Sexy,” Sid shouted out loud on phone, realizing it as his normal pitch. Foolish
creature forgot he was strolling in the midst of female profiles. Sid stumbled
across all those female eyes staring at him as if he had asked them to strip off
their attires. Fortunate for Sid, these female systems had brains installed. They
could well differentiate ‘Sexy’ call was not for them lest Sid’s complete bodyline
might had suffered from dents by their high-heeled stilettos.
“Hi Sexy!” Sid whispered. This time embarrassed to shout obscenity out in middle.
There was complete muteness from the other side. Sid was longing for Avni to
reciprocate.
“I can’t hear you properly,” he said.
Avni was sobbing and crying relentlessly. The chirpy words that made Sid’s days
and nights were absent. She was crying, silently. Sid hated it. He could not afford
to hear her cries. Something inside him was stabbing with every crying gasp she
took. Her weeping produced flurry of small pins that flowed through his blood.
Her crying pained him more than any other thing in all his life.
“What happened sweetie? Tell me?” Sid asked meekly.
There was not a modest hint of soothing in her voice. She was crying and so was
Sid from inside. With every heavy gasp she took, Sid was gradually breaking down.
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trepidation and deep deep trouble. Not Acceptable! Somehow, Sid wanted to
fling her sadness and bring about the once perky bird in her.
“Stop crying now. Otherwise I may have to hunt for every single drop of water at
my apartment.”
“Why so?” she said feebly in a childlike voice, sobbing. Voice was as fresh and
wobbly as a little angel when discovers to speak ‘mumma (mom)’ or ‘papa (Dad)’.
Hearing her cry hurt him, and for no reasons whatsoever Sid himself held
responsible for it.
Though pent-up affliction existed inside him, Sid replied stoically and
unintelligently, “Uffffoooo!!! Your eyes have already fetched all the water from
every Indian city, Bangalore is only left now. More precisely my apartment here.
Don’t be a dictator, honey. Save my scared soul! I won’t be able to take bath
tomorrow.”
She was still sobbing and crying against his humorous statements. It got worse
when she arrested herself into limitless silence all over again. Everything seemed
fading like smoke before Avni. The whole colorful world seemed burnt away by
holocaust marking doomsday with no one else but she and only she, though Sid
existed on phone. Sid’s imagined face too seemed blurring away in her closed
eyes. Life ceased to mean nothing. She felt as if cheated by time, cheated by laws
of Nature, cheated by her God.
“C’mon honey... Stop crying,” Sid said, voice retarding as a teardrop streamed
down his cheeks. All his body parts were felt functioning with disgusting slowness.
One single poke to Sid could bring flood right over there.
She cried. Cried a lot. So much like a relentless rain sounding loud with silence
beheld.
“Okay! You take rest now. We will talk tomorrow,” said Sid. Fingers motionless to
put the phone down. Ears numbed to hear her chirpy and dulcet voice. Every inch
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“Okay!” a word finally out of her mouth.
“Please take care of yourself. And do not switch off the phone.”
“Okay!” she moaned again, sounded vanishing as if something was sneaking away
forever. Most hated thing about girls. They would cry and weep alone filling up
buckets, and no damn person on earth could ask them the reason. You demand
for explanation, and they would accelerate their cries on a high scale.
“Love you.”
“Love you too,” Avni replied as her voice died in her sobs.
Reasons still unknown. Facts could not be figured out. Sid was completely
ignorant. All in despair for not pulling Avni out of adversity this time. Sid cursed
himself for a cause unknown….
*-*
Back in his apartment, Sid’s soul all weighed down under her gruesome emotions.
He wished he could bring forth a UFO, swoosh back to her home’s terrace, and fill
her room with boxes of cornettos (Ice cream). She would kiss him with her smile
first. Gently place her arms round his neck and kiss his cheek. This time a real one.
“One, two, three, four, five, six and so on,” she would say, smacking his cheeks
each time. Soon it will develop into wild fun game. Sid will lean forward a bit. So
will Avni but backwards, pushing him into throes of excitement. She would
suddenly jump over his waist, lock her legs, and bit his earlobe. Sid would act of
lion’s roar an inch from her face.
She would smile and say, “Uh! MY CHARGER.”
“IT’s GETTING LARGER,” Sid would smile a reply. Eventually, she would elope with
him in UFO.
Phone bleep retired Sid from unusual fantasies. Bouncing out of his bed like a
tennis ball, Sid wanted to read the message which could be from Avni. Yeah! It
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blessing her with joyous moments back again. Best part of Avni - she would
message whenever her bad-mood cockroaches were smashed to death.
Sid smiled. It disappeared. He smiled again. It evaporated again. Smile, laugh,

pause, rewind. Sid repeated this process a million times.
He laughed out loudly after reading the text. “SID. PLEASE DON’T ASK ME ANY
REASON. I WON’T BE ABLE TO TELL YOU. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND. I WON’T BE
ABLE TO TALK WITH YOU FROM NOW ONWARDS. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
UNDERSTAND. THIS IS SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO DO. FOR YOURSELF, FOR ME,
FOR EVERYONE WHO LOVE US. I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH THE MOMENTS SPENT
WITH YOU. PLEASE DON’T GET STRANDED WITHOUT ME. I WANT YOU TO MOVE
ON. YOU WILL SURLY FIND A BETTER PERSON AS I WAS NEVER FIT FOR YOU.
FORGET ME. TAKE CARE. LOVE YOU.”
Avni broke up. She broke up with him in the cruelest way possible. Reasons still
unknown.
“HOLY DEMON! She wants me to move on, loving me at the same time. What kind
of love is that? Get the shit out of my life,” shouted Sid, all alone on himself.
Sid went berserk. Sid felt cheated, of course. Cheated for a nameless reason
which he did not know. The glass-panes of his apartment seemed splintering right
in front of him. Everything was over. Damn ‘Over’. Every sharp hour, every sharp
minute, every sharp second was felt brutally slashing and leaving numbers of
ruthless scars on his crying heart. Every passing second slashed on the same scars
over and over, over and over till the life bleeds out of his soul. It was certain for
the teardrops to flow out, but they were so reluctant to leave the corners of his
eyes.
His fingers craved to punch her number, but could not do so. He longed to talk
and bring back the previous state of togetherness, but could not do so. So was the
love that pain of hearing her sobbing and crying was much grievous than the grim
pain of separation. So was the understanding that he knew she won’t understand,
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also knew that she must have made a decision only after theorizing on the
consequences of her situation as she always did. She was practical in her life. And
Sid always loved the way she was.
Sid was deserted all alone in the entire life’s desert, once again. His painful shrill
echoed in the entire room, “WHAT I GOT IN THE END ARE NAMELESS PERIODS OF
EACH DAY COZ OF SOME BLOODY NAMELESS REASON…”
A speck of hope still existed in him like a flickering ember on a foggy morning that
she would be normal in a day or two and would call him back with same perky
voice as she did a few months before.
Multiple questions kept on haunting Sid- “What reason made her do so? What
was so sensitive that she even dreaded to disclose the reason????”
*****
Chap 16- The Unexpected
Standing in the washroom, legs almost trembling, heartbeats racing to abnormal

levels, finger (of his hand) quivering relentlessly, sweat racing across every bit of
his face as if some tiring activity was being performed.
Ady glinted at his long-face in mirror which looked as if he had come across a
dark-witch sitting on a cupboard, chomping a human hand all in blood. In fact, the
actual situation was much worse. Ady was making up his mind to convince his
parents over Suhani and his marriage. The results could be deplorable, he
contemplated, “The whole damn property of my dad is at stake. My parents could
burn me at the stake damn it. I am dead either ways- one side is love, other side is
my stake already at stake.”
“My humps, my humps, my sexy little lumps. Check it out!” Ady’s phone ventured
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It was the call from his dad and devil at the same time. “Shit! Shit! Shitttt! My
shitty luck. Wrong call from the wrong person at the wrong time. Trying to kill an
already dying person.”
“Hi! Dad,” Ady greeted in exaggerated freshness, with nervous feelings boxing
inside.
“Hellouuuu! My buuoooyyy. How are you son?” his dad replied who was stinking
rich and so was his greeting style. Calling ‘boy’ as ‘buoy’, ‘hello’ as ‘hellou’ was a
proof he stylishly curved his lips to speak those keywords. When it comes to
verbal show-off, every person has a dictionary holding his own-defined keywords.
“I am good, dad. I need to tell you something,” Ady was straight on his discussion,
not giving his dad a chance to begin with something crappy. All sorts of
unnecessary trash about coming to Dubai and joining his damn real-estate
business. Simply not interested!
“Tell, my buoy, tell,” punch word ‘buoy’ was fired again. His dad was obsessed by
this ‘Buoy’ stuff just like a zombie by stinky spirit.
“From the last few months mom was asking me to get married. The time has
come dad. The time is now. I am all ready to get sliced,” Ady blurted it out, a little
too happy, a little too nervous.
“I would love to watch slicing ceremony of this poor goat. Now, listen to me
once.”
“Ahhhh! So freaky my dad is. Again he will begin with same business and all crap
which always turn to arguments,” thought Ady.
“Yah! Dad... Sure,” Ady said, shutting his ears.
The trump was played. The big-daddy card was out. Business people are terribly
business-minded at relations as well. They can scan a person like a daily
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Dad said, “I am happy you have finally made up your mind for marriage. I too
wanted to tell you about this. We have already looked a girl for you and fixed ring
ceremony a month later. Final date will be done once you are back from
Bangalore. I just can’t tell how happy I am. Your Mom will be much delighted to
know you are all set. Come, my buoy. Come to Jodhpur as soon as possible.
Countdown begins.”
“What the blowing bluff!” Ady’s mouth went half open, admiring the intellect of
his demonic dad, “Closed ears are always prepared to discover lousy things, if not
good.”
Silence lasted out for the next 5 long slow seconds. Buoy sounded no more
stylish. His daddy turned out to be real Zombie. The pathetic ‘I-will-cry-like-a-
dumb’ expression appeared on his face. Blood was felt gushing through each and
every part of his body except his thing. It was a ‘Now or never’ situation. He had
to, had to let the damn words out of his mouth. But deep inside he felt like all
dead feminine spirits had ousted his soul not allowing his tongue to twist a bit.
“A-a-a-actually,” Ady stammered as if all through his life he had discovered his
tongue now. “Actually dad, please listen to me once.”
“Say, my buoy. You are free bird,” he said.
‘Farts of fear’ were already erupting off his butts. Soundless farts, smelliest farts.
“I am already committed,” Ady uttered impulsively. His answer sounded more of
a surprise to himself alone, forget about his dad.
“WHA......TTTT? COMMITTED!!! You son of...” dad paused, deprived from adding
an obscene slang, “Why the hell you didn’t tell us before. No, it’s not possible
now. Not at all. She is my business partner’s daughter. The whole damn business
would be at stake.”
“Screw You!!! To hell with your screwed business,” an instant high tide roared
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Sid remembered his mom once titled his dad as a ‘sentimental fool’ and seriously
wanted to experience if he really was.
“Is my life not important to you Dad? I never asked anything from you. I always
wanted to marry a girl of my choice. Please don’t do this to me,” Ady begged. He
was true that he never asked anything from him although he was gifted
everything from his mom.
“Okaaiii! Okaaiii! Cool down, cool down!” Dad repeated, more to himself. It seems
repeating a word to yourself gives you more power to deal with situations.
Especially when the situation involves either kissing your son or kicking your son.
The totally screwed up dilemma!
Silence prevailed. But all of a sudden, his dad chuckled out, “heh... heh...heh..
heh” with unwanted breaks, a little too long, a little too funny. A regular practise
that his dad followed to brush off his anger.
“Do one thing son. Send me her photos. I will show it to your ma’am. If she
agrees, we will be landing straight into your apartment.”
“Love you, dad. Love you, love you...”
“I knou! I knou! Love you too, son,” Dad replied. Know sounded ‘Knou’ which
meant he was happy. Dad was enjoying the conversation back again as if he had
chanced upon his lost son after long 20 years.
“At which Dubai address should I courier you the pictures?” asked Ady, all back in
element.
“COURIER? Have you lost your head? I am not an outdated daddy. Send me an
attachment on Facebook. I am a ‘facebook-daddy’. By the way what’s her name?”
“Her name is Suhani. Suhani. She is Suhani.” So was the excitement for suicide
that in last one second he recited her name thrice. Ady was so damn glad for the
marriage, for the suicide, for the virgin-suicide, that too for the whole life.
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you should really really listen what your mom tells you, especially when it’s about
your dad.
CLICK! CLUCK! OPEN! Ady turned the door-knob eventually after putting off his
dad’s ‘call of conflict’.
There she was, standing right before Ady and lunged at her, the moment he
entered through the doorpost. She was in skinny ‘churidaar salwar-kameez’,
looking as fabulous as always. Her face was an inch close, lips almost wet. Ady
wanted to touch them, rub them, kiss them.
“What the hell you were doing in washroom from last half an hour? Damn it,”
Suhani brawled, eyebrows raised to optimum level.
It was perceptible from Ady’s eyes round open that earthquake oscillations
surged inside him even Richter scale would have busted. Obviously, kissing
moment altogether transmuted to hissing moments. She kicked the ‘coming-
soon’ romantic moments and appeared like a certified weirdo. Having a nerve to
shout when the moments were exceedingly romantic is a job only a girl can do.
They are engineered by God differently after all.
“I –was...”
“I – WAS? WHAT?” she repeated, elevating her eyebrows again, “Were you
drowned in potty from last half an hour?”
“C’mon say it, what were you up to inside washroom?” Suhani forced open the
door, craned inside to see if any kind of indecency existed.
Ady flashed a smile, clutched her midriff and said, “Time to show your boldness
babes. Dad agreed to our marriage. Time to convince your family now.”
“Yeah, yeah, yippie, yippie, yeah, yeah!” she said as she hopped under
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“Just wait here, Ady. I am just coming in a minute,” Suhani smiled those words so
beautifully, ran her right palm on his eyes, came close to his ears and whispered,
“Don’t open your eyes honey till you receive my orders. Okay?”
“Hmmm...” Ady nodded, his eyes closed in a weird hope of welcoming passionate,
romantic, long hug.
“GOOOOOOD BOY,” Suhani pulled his cheeks lovingly and rushed towards the
drawer to search something. Total Fraud! No Hug, No kiss, Nothing.
The moment she dived into the drawer, there was no running away. In a
microsecond, Ady occasionally kept raising his right eye-brow upwards, opening
his eye to one-third to know what she was up to. Ady saw each and every thing
she was performing absentmindedly.
Hair bands, combs, lipsticks, office I-card, make-up box, blushes, nail-polish, face
creams, deodorants and almost every cosmetic item one can think of was out, but
not the ‘most-wanted-criminal’ this dumb detective was hunting for.
“Ufffooooo! Where did I keep it?” Suhani said, biting her nails, scratching her
head, eyeing at every corner of the room.
“We girls are really weak in recalling things by birth... Don’t know why? Ah! Hell,
where did I keep it... My lousy brain,” Suhani shrieked, stamping her foot hard on
the floor. She closed her eyes, and stressed her brain to withdraw the location
stored in any of her brain-cells.
“Don’t know why all girls stress their brain, which they don’t have,” Ady smiled
boastfully, quickly shutting his right eye.
“Ah! Clap, clap! You are saying as if you have married and divorced a billion girls
before,” Suhani retorted, wrinkling her nose towards left.
“Yeah! I got it. I got it,” Suhani screamed in over-excitement and raced towards
her wardrobe. She was hiding it under stock of her bras inside her wardrobe, only
to conceal it from Ady. Coz that was the only high-alert-area in her wardrobe he
would embarrass entering.
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“Shall I open my eyes, now?”
“No... Wait... Wait...”
“Oye! What are you trying to do with my hand,” Ady asked, his heart leaping out
of its place as if she would start with some kinky stuff tonight.
“Keep mum, Kiddo!” Suhani said, switching off the lights of room except a lamp
radiating dim.
“Hmmmm... That’s it. Open your beautiful eyes slowly slowly... My love,” Suhani
voiced so soft, so romantic, so passionate, so much like heaven. He had finally
received the orders.
“Roger That! Madame,” Orders Accepted!
Degrees by degrees, he opened his eyes. He clapped his eyes at something

unexpected, something unbelievable. He looked straight across the window of
that room on the series of buildings right in front of his apartment. A message
was emanating out of rooms glowing in the night. The amazing message in an
amazing style by his amazing girl was-
Ady smiled and smiled and smiled till his smile grew four times wider than his
face. He looked into Suhani eyes. Her twinkling eyes had a charm, a magical spell,
something influential that could leave any guy smiling throughout his life on this
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out of him. A thread ran through its barrel onto his third finger, where thread-end
was finely pasted.
And beautiful than the beautiful words were out in her beautiful voice, “As you
know girls are mad over shopping. So whenever I am busy with my marriage
shopping or whenever I am missing around you, just rub your fingers softly over
this ring,” She paused and pressed the trigger. A lovely platinum ring traversed
the thread to slide and settle into his ring finger, and she continued, “Just rub
your fingers softly over this ring, close your handsome eyes, and you will find me
standing by your side, wearing a red wedding Saree.”
Ady rolled the ring on his finger and smiled again. It was Suhani etched on it. Ady
too went down on his knees in a flash, held her charming face, dived deep into
her oceanic eyes and delivered, “I’ll give you my love in whole of my life.”
“Love you, my poochy-smoochy Ady.” She rounded her lips, intending to kiss.
Moments hushed up all at once. No one spoke a single letter but radiantly stared
into each other’s eyes.
“Ahhh!!! Finally the most awaited kissing moment arrived now,” thought Ady,
“Girls give everything to their boys, but they make them wait a little longer. I can’t
wait. DO IT... DO IT... Buck up!”
Her strawberry lips were closer than the distance between his nose-tip and his
lips. It was abrupt in a microsecond that they were planted on his left cheek.
“Kiss???” Ady was totally astonished, eyes like a ten-rupee coin on this deceitful
goddess.
“Yeah!” she responded and seduction lingered over her face. “You wanted
something else boy?” she dug her teeth into her lips. Her seductive gesture and
Ady was getting the better treatment now.
“Naah! Kiss is called ‘Kiss’ only when posted on lips. Right?”
She pulled the platinum chain he was wearing and leant forward, “Not now
honey. You will have to wait a little more,” she winked.
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“Okay! Whenever you feel like,” uttered Ady, optimistic to say the least.
Superficially satisfied on the kiss bargain.
A total cheat. Don’t know what fun these female creatures get by sending dudes
to instability. Yeah, girls give everything to their boys, but timing is what they are
defective at. Ady lost his chance for sloppy-kiss, and right then even his desire.
But one thing was damn clear- “Threatening girls (girls with gun) are the most
darling creatures inside.”
“I am yours forever. Actually, a little more than forever,” Ady whispered, settling
her hair behind his left ear. Suhani smiled shyly and swerved her face towards
left. Ady began rubbing his nose on the right of her neck, feeling her angelic
fragrance. She closed her eyes, feeling his love so deep that any girl would
willfully drown and never return to the surface.
Tring Tring! Buzzing of his phone was back again with unwanted vibrations at
those half-sexy moments. “Okay! Coming in a minute,” he responded on the call.
“Honey, do one thing. By the time I come back from downstairs, just send your
pictures to my dad on Facebook. And talk to your parents too,” smiled Ady,
kissing on her head and leaving the room in slapdash manner like a diarrhea
patient leaving for toilet.
“Oye!!! Take ‘Chatri’ with you.”
“Chatri?” Ady startled. He visualized question marks jumping all around his head.
Not on the word ‘Chatri’ which meant rubber but if she was sexually aroused all
over again.
“Uffffoo! Not the sex protection idiot. Umbrella. Umbrella. I am telling you to take
rain protection. There is downpour outside.”
“Ohhh!” Ady rolled his eyes away towards each and every corner of his bedroom
trying to hide embarrassment clear on his face. What if Suhani had found him a
pervert? She could break the half-marriage there and then. You never know what
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“Will be right back,” Ady winked flirtatiously, and dashed out of the room
capturing ‘be back soon’ glance of her face…
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Against his anticipation was Sid - sitting isolated in his room. All lights were off
except a bulb radiating dim, evidencing a little hope left. Grey smoke besieged
every corner of the room as if there were hundreds of smokers and draggers
living inside. Vodka and rum had a blend giving over the control to Sid making him
see whatever he wanted to. It got worse, hallucinatory drug (LSD) was introduced
into the joints he prepared. It was lit one after another in undisciplined way. All
the mix of Vodka and joints had taken their toll. Sid peeped off the window to the
open sky, gradually closed his eyes to see Avni sitting next to him on couch. She
came closer to embrace till Sid felt her skin beneath his skin. Her soft hair, floppy
one, brushing against his face. Her round cute face resembling like a moon, felt as
if he was actually touching the moon. He had become an Indian Astronaut now,
transposed into cosmos. A drunkard Indian Astronaut with a glass of vodka and
joint in his hands. Avni smiled into his eyes. “Smile on a girl’s face is like a bikini
hiding the essentials, revealing the non-essentials. A Glorious Gadget of
Destruction!”
Sid continued with his drifts which had become a habitual practice, more like a
ritual performed before sleeping.
*-*
Photo attachments were shot by Suhani to Ady’s dad on Facebook.
It was effortless for Suhani to win over her parents. And why not, she was the
only princess of her parents spoiled with extreme care and affection.
Later, she went through her mails to bump across a ‘Pageant Beauty Contest’
mail. She was contest number 43. Live Contest would be three months later. She
was shining out of excitement. She shook her booty once, twice, thrice and raced
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Sudden shock of excitement short-circuited the power-supply of her brain. Hence
there she was again, standing upright before mirror and flexing her muscles like
Arnold, showing biceps to herself which was merely a lump on her upper arm.
Even mirror would have blown up laughing, looking at her moves. Odd creature
girls are, loony at times, mostly when it’s about their marriage. They love
performing acts that are only suitable for an alien. Ady was in trouble with
‘Beauty Jackpot’ and ‘Nutty Crackpot’, altogether assembled in one.
Coming out of the fitness show, she blissfully rushed downstairs like a sudden
streak of lightening to toss good news out of her mouth. It was bloody dark with
heavy shots of rain as she went across the wall.
“Hahahaha....” The two dickheads guffawed in chorus.
“So it was all a plan?” one dickhead asked.
“Of course,” another dickhead replied.
She recognized the voice in the midst of heavy rain. It was Ady. She stopped right
there, hid herself behind the wall. Gradually and serenely she made a random
peep to inquire stealthily.
“Such a bastard you are. So all that bullet and stuff on your arm was a big damn
plot. Bastard of the bastards, a daddy monster, you intellectual prick.”
“Hmmm... This was how Sid could be kicked out of her life. Most important thing,
we have convinced our parents. Hopefully we are getting married in coming
months.”
“Congratulations, Ady. I must say you are cunning like a fox, vicious like a snake. A
bloody smartass player.”
“I will hear your sarcastic adjectives later. I got to go. Otherwise she might come
downstairs. I’ll tell other things later,” Ady resigned with short quick steps.
Suhani heard it all as clear as monsoon raindrop. She stole the deal cooked by
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She threw her head back, tilted it upwards and closed her eyes till the teardrop
seeped out, streaming down her left cheek. Her welled up eyes contained the
flashback memories of Sid. The back times at the hospital where she ill-treated
innocent Sid before Ady.
Trusting the reality was her biggest mistake. A reality which was all cooked up.
Cooked up by Ady. The person she was in love with right now. The person she was
going to marry. The person she had almost trusted. The person who was now a
cheat, a bastard scum and much more. She clenched her fist and slammed it
down on the wall. Once, twice, thrice and so on, smashing it down with every
different past moment of Sid before her closed eyes.
She defiantly opened her eyes to see the unkind face. It was Ady who felt numb
that same instant. His eyes could not look straight into her eyes. So was the
disgrace. Head sheepishly down semaphoring guilt inside him.
“Why did you do this, Ady? Why? WHY? WHYYYY???” she groaned, her voice
pitching up with every word she said. Suhani tightened her fist back again. Tears
just got settled over her eyelashes, “C’MON. SPEAK UP! JUST SPEAK UP...”
“I Love you Suhani,” the words calmly flowed out of Ady. Eyes still hovering on the
ground in guilt. Guilt of loving her to extremes.
“Is this what you call love...” she gave a stare. All the sudden surge of happiness
got strangled by this revelation. Teardrops were streaming down more rapidly
this time. Crystal drops seemed bearing all the sorrows of the world. Her beautiful
face was growing pale. She wept a lot, shedding the tears of sadness, rage and
deceit. The sweet dreams she watched with open eyes, were shattered with
drops of tears.
A complete round of muteness prevailed. The sweet sound of rainfall seemed

holding mysterious silence in it. She continued shedding the tears as she scurried
upstairs and was down in a minute or two. She remembered the times her life
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out of adversities. The prince being the ‘demon in disguise’. She still cried her
stocks of tears till she went inside the car and screeched away.
‘Clouds of concern’ concentrated over his head when she whisked away trembling
his each and every body cell.
Each cell of his body was back to life when he called up Sid to tell about the
instance of misfortune. “Please come soon, Sid... Please, I don’t know where she
left. She was hurt. Come soon, we need to find her out.”
All the alcohol and cigarette-joints Sid had, passed out. Vodka was no more
sloshing inside his head. Joints were cursed like the duplicate and local ones with
one-minute-expiry easily available in Indian market. Intoxication oozed out with a
single life-threatening call. Sid wore his jacket in tear-hurry and rushed out of his
cursed apartment…...
Sid dialed her number a countless times while driving past every alley and street
of Bangalore from BTM to Kormangala. Soon he picked Ady on his way.
“Why is she not lifting up the call, Ady?” asked Sid, plunging his fist angrily on the
steering.
“She forgot it in my apartment. I am really worried.”
“What the crud!” Sid drove intuitively. Ady laughed, still being nervous as hell.
“Wha....?”
“You forgot to wear your pants, Sid...”
“Bunk it! Damn it! Hiding my rears is more crucial, so boxers has done its job...
You search her at your left. I am searching at my right.”
“Where is she? How is she? Where she left?” mumbled Ady, all terrified, mortified
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“Screw you! Dump all this scary shit into your mouth. For God sake, SCREW YOU.
SCREW YOU!” Sid shouted. Sid tried not to be nervous. But ‘SCREW YOU’ thrice
proved he had more of it.
Heavy rain was still on. Everything was blurred on the streets. It was annoying
difficult to look through the rains. Eyes don’t emit laser beam after all. They
glazed over each and every vehicle crossing them.
“Shucks! The whole shitty road is blocked. Harassing traffic in Bangalore,” cursed
Sid as they were deadlocked by cars from all sides. “Girls are insane. Total freak.
You do something against their wishes and they are ready to take revenge right in
the middle of relationship. Holy mother-sister...”
“What happened? What’s the reason for traffic jam,” Ady asked politely to a man
walking towards their car.
“Don’t know Sir. It’s around a kilometer long traffic.”
“Okay! This is the only way from your apartment to any other place in Bangalore.
If jam is 1 km long. It will take around 15 minutes for clearance. It means Suhani
must be stuck in the middle of this jam. Let’s get our butts out and find her now,”
Sid ascertained the situation with logic. A little bit of maths calculation sometimes
help you in solving super-daddy-problems of your life which are nowhere
connected to maths.
Honking of the vehicles soared as they ran farther away from their car. Honking
glided up and up till they chanced upon black CRV smashed under a truck-trailer.
Sid rubbed his eyes over and over again to reassure it was just an illusory
perception.
“SIDDDDDD....!!!! Where is Suhani?”
Heartbeats were beating louder. It was not the absence of Suhani, but Ady’s
smashed car before their eyes producing more of negative thoughts.
The sound of heartbeats pounced when blood puddle near the tires caught their
attention. Red stains over the seats and dashboard could be distinguished from
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the beige-colored interiors. Total state of confusion, grief, anxiety resided this
time. Horror-struck. Dumbstruck. Sight was creepy. All the blood in their body
was felt rushing down to toes. Both were under constant suffocation, trying to get
their fading breaths back.
“Where is the girl who was driving it?” They enquired everyone around till a small
beggar boy wrapped in drenched, torn, greasy clothes had them staring. Small
boy, shivering in freezing cold could not speak out anything. Sid pulled out his
own jacket (gifted by his Avni) and wrapped this boy to prevent him from the
painful sensation of cold shiver. Mercy God! The boy was voiceless by fate.
Little boy pointed his tiny forefinger towards graveyard….
*****
Chap 17 a- O Negative!
Little boy pointed his tiny forefinger towards graveyard. There stood a majestic
building few meters next to it. Displayed on the top was - ‘ARTEMIS HOSPITAL’.
Several bandaged bodies with twisted legs and arms on various stretchers like
mummies out of grave. A few with their eyeballs rolled up, tongue collapsed
outside mouth like a car with its steering outside. Not an inch of space to place
their foot. They were in ‘ARTEMIS’. Though clean, it resembled no less like a Govt
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silent in contrast with the just-escaped Bangalore road always enshrouded with
needless honking.
Serenely, they rushed over the reception, more over the sleeping receptionist.
“Where is Suhani? Where she is? Where? WHERE??? DAMN IT” scolded Ady,
appeared more of cries and groans. Suspense for one more second could drown
the receptionist in his storm of tears. Now, how the hell she knew who Suhani
was? Was she his mom, his 6 yr old kid, his wife or sister or any second-hand slut?
Receptionist was clueless, by now completely awake, completely in shock; staring
at Ady’s face as if it was a map to show Suhani’s location.
“The girl who was wearing???” Sid contributed to the receptionist, raising
eyebrows at Ady.
“White Salwar-kameez........?” Ady told the answer looking at the ceiling fan,
appeared like an amnesia patient questioning to himself. “Yes! Yes! Salwar–
kameez... the white one,” Ady repeated, still doubtful of his just-fresh memories
like a kind of drunk would do.
“There....” she quivered, directing her right arm towards ICU. ICU- the
abbreviation says INTENSIVE CARE UNIT. Even the expansion of this term froze
their cells to tremendously negative levels.
They hastened towards ICU. The distance between them and ICU was decreasing,
their fear was increasing. They started shaking a bit.
“What happened to the girl inside?” asked Sid to a nurse outside, trying to catch
his vanishing breath. Sweat ran all over his face.
“The girl met with an accident...” She told the only thing they already knew.
“How is she? How is she? Tell me?” Ady howled. Nervousness incremented on his
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“Shhhhhh!” Nurse hissed, reminding him of the calm ambience inside. “The girl
suffered various injuries on face. Her right leg is fractured. And her state is really
really critical.”
That very second, Sid could see Ady’s damp eyes. Ady’s eyes were wet,
completely wet, all holding love and pain, both for Suhani. Deep in those eyes was
the fear, which he was fighting against. A teardrop rested on Ady’s right eyelash
as he backed himself against the wall. There was not a single blink since the time
nurse uttered her statement. He unseeingly stared at the ICU door.
“Why God, WHY? Why all this to Suhani?” Ady cursed God. He closed his eyes
tightly and tear fell off his right eyelash, streaming down to meet his lips. “This is
all happening because of me, Sid. Only because of me. I am the only fake
bastard.”
Sid felt all pain, suffering and love that Ady’s voice carried in those moments. Sid
patted on his shoulder and said, “Everything will be fine, Ady. Just believe, believe
in love you have for her. There is always light at the end of tunnel.”
Sid gave him a tight long hug to fortify him. He sensed those heartbeats so
sincerely beating for the girl trying to deceive destiny on the other side of the
door. Ady rubbed his eyes, and wiped tears off his face.
“I will take care of him,” Sid said to the nurse.
“Please, do not enter inside. She is still unconscious. Let her take rest,” Nurse
requested, sounded more like a warning, and retreated towards the reception.
The instant nurse was out, Ady raced towards the ICU door and looked across the
small glass window embedded on the door. It was the first time he was standing
before ICU door, thinking about Suhani resting inside, what she meant to him and
his life.
Never in his nightmare had Ady seen her this way. His sweetheart, his love, his
life, his Suhani was before him. Her physical state revealed what all she had gone
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from feet to abdomen. Her face was all hidden by rolls of bandage, only essential
parts- eyes, ears, lips and chin were visible. Her innocent beautiful face had
suffered lots of injuries. Blood clot was visible on her cute chin. He could see the
multiple tubes piercing different parts of her body. A ventilator tube ran down her
nose - nose that always had mischievous anger during their scuffling moments.
There were a few medical equipments around her, one displaying the heartbeat,
defibrillator and many others. It was really hard for him to see his Suhani
breathing with the help of support system. Watching his beloved receiving all the
pain of the world. Watching his dearest bearing that pain all alone. With both his
eyes at dear Suhani, he prayed to God with his heart and soul both, to heal her.
To bring her out of the miserable pain.
Sid clutched his right shoulder, and felt his hand was wet in no time. It was the
tears falling from Ady’s eyes. Sid held his hand and made him sit on the couch
outside.
“Don’t go inside ICU, okay! I’ll just end up some formalities and come,” Sid said
and disappeared.
Outside in the hospital, Ady could feel nothing around. Everything around was
freezing. Time was slowing down every second. He didn’t hear sounds of moving
wheelchairs, stretchers, chit-chat of nurses and cries of the people. His heart was
just bargaining with God- “Take anything from my life, but not her. Please, God.
She is the only one I have.”
11:30 pm
“Only one relative of patient is allowed to stay here,” nurse said. Yes patient. Did
you hear? She said patient. Suhani was now a patient. Just a patient - the one
swinging between life and death.
Ady and Sid kept staring at each other. Ady’s silence and his wishful eyes
conveyed everything. He desired to stay there, with the only one who made him
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“I’ll be back tomorrow morning,” Sid said, patting on Ady’s shoulder. The way
nurse stared at them, he scarily departed from the hospital as if she had caught
these guys whistling at her daughter.
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Dashing inside his apartment and shutting the door with a bang, Sid backed
himself against the door. Calmly closing his eyes, he entered into a serene world.
He entered into a beautiful life he ever lived in the past. Yes, his mind, his soul, his
heartbeats, his closed eyes - all were designing his life spent with a girl. A girl –his
Avni, and one other girl- Suhani. He himself went blank on those thoughts
meandering in his head that time. He realized his heart beating louder and brain
creating pictures faster. Both were dedicated to two different girls at the same
time. That feeling was beyond his controls. Sid tardily opened the doors of his
eyes and scurried towards Krishna’s Idol. Dropping carelessly on his knees, he
began – “Oh! God... Please, please forgive her for Suhani never did anything
wrong in her life. Why you send beautiful hearts down here, when you are
habitual to snatch their lives so early. Please God; you’ll not only snatch her life
but many other lives as well.”
Sid was so desperate to see her well. That he could do anything- Even if God had
asked him to swallow stones and shards of glasses inside any temple, he would
have done that. Without any second thought.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, facing Krishna’s idol, he lovingly opened ‘HP
Laptop’ on his lap. Yeah! He ‘lovingly’ opened HP Laptop. This was the last present
by Suhani on his 26th birthday. Sid smiled when those past moments crossed in his
mind. Even his smile contained a heavy pain. All the past just appeared like a stack
of photographs in his head –
It was the morning light of 16th December, Sid’s birthday.
“Hey..... Sid! Guess what I got?” Suhani came from behind, covered his eyes with
her soft palms.
“You got my eyes under your palms...”

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“Ufffoooo!!! Always busy playing fun with me. Guess na? Guess what I got for
you,” Suhani’s perky-chirpy voice and soft palms were so damn pleasant, that one
would love to live rest of his life under her palms with his eyes closed forever.
“Ummm... My new toothbrush. I haven’t changed it from the last six months...”
“Shut up! IDIOT,” Suhani jerkily pulled off her palms....
“Brand New HP... Brand New HP Envy laptop, Thank you Suhani...”
“Pleasure baby,” She smiled, ruffling his hair. “Your previous HP Envy laptop got
damaged, dear. That’s why...”
“Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you for caring about my broken feelings so
connected to my HP laptop,” Sid beamed into her eyes, stressing more than
required on ‘Thank You’ thing.
“Ummm... Nooooooo... I care about my feelings. You weren’t able to do skype

and Facebook-chat with me since last two weeks. So, I bought it for you...”
“Oh! Hell.... Why you bought so expensive gift for me. I am not your boyfriend,”
Sid said, this time staring into her eyes.
“Yeah! I know..... I purchased it from your credit-card,” Suhani chuckled, smiled,

and laughed out loud. She just shot off from that place as if a rocket fired from
the space station. Sid chased her from one end to another end of his room as if
drone-missile trying to restrict this rocket’s entry into the universe.
Amid unrestrained rolling and laughing on the floor, she came close to his ears
and whispered, “Don’t chase me like that. I am not going to leave you so
early…...”
Sid went through all the crazy pictures he had with Suhani. All those moments
which were so soooo soooo special now; all those moments that added smile on
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awkward thoughts, “Like she understood my feelings for HP Laptop. Will HP
understand my feelings for her? Is it possible? Aw sucks! Why am I talking trash...”
Sid was calm. Some kind of coldness crawled within him as he scrolled through
those images. A different sort of calm had embraced him. He wasn’t crying. Dead
silence persisted in his house as if people were gathered around a dead body
swathed in white. Whatever he did, there were two names always in his thoughts
– Suhani and God.
Concurrently inside Artemis Hospital was Ady, tossing on the couch, unable to
sleep. Praying for her wellness, with all his heart and soul together. Restlessness
resided all inside him. Time stood still. Seconds passed like minutes, minutes like
hours, hours like days...
All of a sudden, he woke to a nightmare, screaming. It was not a nightmare

anymore. He closely felt the painful cries of a lady who lost her young son. His
heart seemed stopped. He could see her dead son all wrapped from head to toe
in white cloth. He could see those big tears falling from her eyes dampening the
white sheet. He could see her embracing him for the last time.
Collection of doctors, nurses and ward boys swarmed around her. A doctor said,
“Take the body to mortuary.”
Did you make out what doctors said – a body. The time we are born, we are
blessed with a beautiful name. The time we are dead, we are cursed with
anonymity. We are just a body.
Lost in that psychic trauma, he sluggishly entered into elevator to reach terrace.
Rain had stopped by now. He emerged into the calm darkness with calmness
inside. The person with whom you were romancing and loving hours before, was
now on hospital bed is hard to believe. Yet it was real.
Staring at the clean and clear night sky, Ady was asking God, if he could answer
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say she is out of danger? When will things be alright for her again? He pleaded
God to tell him these answers. He read the message in his mobile then – “I can’t
wait to marry and live with you forever.” This message probably attacked his
inbox when he was conversing with his friend downstairs hours before.
Reading her message all of a sudden, Ady had this unbearable urge to see Suhani.
It was a long time since he had seen her beautiful smile. Ady opened her images
in his I-phone, continued switching from one pic to another till he arrived the
most beautiful pic in which she was sticking her tongue slightly out and teasing
him. He happened to look in those eyes in that picture, eyes which were so
beautiful. Ady teased her, pinched her nose, ran his fingers on her cheeks, eyes,
beautiful lips, tongue, kissed her passionately, and so long.
Backing himself against the circumference, he perched down on the terrace, and
began moving his finger on the platinum ring. He could still feel those beautiful
words from her beautiful voice falling on his ears, “Whenever I am busy with my
marriage shopping or missing around you. Just move your finger slowly on this
ring, close your handsome eyes,” Ady shut his eyes, “And you’ll find me standing
by your side, wearing red wedding Saree.”
With his eyes closed, he felt soft palms playing with his hair. Ady held those
beautiful palms and made her sit cross-legged, on his right.
“Hey, Sweetu. Smile now. I am here with you,” Suhani pouted. Childish innocence
lived on her face.
“Hmm...,” Ady smiled, trying not to cry as it might shatter her from inside. Ady
moved his right arm behind her waist, and rested his head on her lap. She began
moving her palm slowly and affectionately over his hair.
“You didn’t sleep from the last few hours na. Sleep now, I am not going anywhere.
Okay,” Suhani said, kissing on his head. Her open hair fell on his face. Ady could
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Ady felt her palms and lap trying to comfort him. A comfort that no other person
in this world could give.
“Never forget to bring smile on your face, which ends with a glow on my face,”
Suhani’s sweet command on Ady. Her caring nature had so much importance in
his life. Her caring nature which was more of caring towards herself. She was so
naughty.
“Hmmm...” Ady said in his half sleep.
“I am also going to sleep now Ady. I will come back dear. You will see me when
you open your eyes next morning. See you soon, baby,” She whispered in his ears,
kissed on his left cheek and went downstairs. Ady saw her moving away till she
was out of sight.
Ady kept his eyes defiantly closed, desiring to stay in dreams. Unaware if it was
God indirectly telling him answers of his questions or if it was Suhani still holding
his hands. He didn’t know what it was, but he just felt better. His prayers were
sent to God to heal her and make her well soon.
It was then-
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. ATTENDANTS OF PATIENT SUHANI. PLEASE COME
TO ICU, 4th FLOOR. IT’S URGENT.
The 400 Watt speaker right above his head, shouted above his shoulders and
below his ears.
Ady rushed one floor down. Elevator was on parking level -1, he was on floor nine.
Leaving behind all the worries, totally blank, unseeingly he belted along the stairs.
Distance between him and Suhani continued decreasing, his heartthrobs kept on
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Through the glass embedded on ICU door, Ady gazed at the sight so horrible, so
dreadful. He felt a pain that no painful word can describe in this world. His love,
his life, his Suhani being given severe electric shocks on her chest from a pair of
black-pads of defibrillator, to restore her heart's normal rhythm. She was
breathing heavily, fighting against death. With each major electric shock, her
chest was pulled upwards by those pads. Deep in his eyes was a fear which he
was fighting against. A fear of losing her forever for his stupid blunder.
Graph on that machine showed reducing pulse every passing second. “Oh! God!
Don’t hurt her.”
“Patient suffered from Sudden Cardiac Arrest, in which heart suddenly and
unexpectedly stops beating. When this happens, blood stops flowing to the brain
and other vital organs,” doctor said to a nurse standing outside, “Also, there has
been great blood loss. Try to arrange for O negative blood as soon as possible. If
not treated within minutes, it will reduce the chances of her survival.”
“Are you Suhani’s relative?” Nurse came rushing to Ady.
“Yes.”
“We need O –ve blood group, urgent. This is rarely found. You need to be quick.
Do it now. We just have half an hour with us,” nurse said to Ady. Her voice too
quavered, she was tensed.
“Will she be all right?” Ady said, his voice vanishing.
“We are saving her life. She will be fine, Okay!” she patted on Ady’s shoulder and
scurried away.
Unstoppably, Ady continued dialling one or the other number - Ritika, Sheena,
Mayank, Arpit, Sneha....... Nothing worked out. None of his colleagues had O
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Ady dialled Sid’s number; could not take his fingers away from the touchpad, until
he picked it up, “O negative blood group, Sid. O negative, she is dying. Save her
life please. We just have half an hour with us. Save her! Save her!”
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Chap – 17 B Beyond Unexpected
With each passing minute, her battle with death was getting beyond difficult.
Ady could not think of anything. It was just happening so fast. Without his second-
half, this remaining half was deteriorating every passing second. Electric shocks
were still on. So much grief... So much pain. Even tears had dried up. Through that
little window, he saw his own destiny mocking at him. It is really hard to see your
second half in that state, fighting against death that can never be cheated.
A curse had fallen upon them. A curse designed by destiny itself. It was hard to
believe, yet it was real. It is really suffocating, you die every second, when you see
someone special swaying between life and death. And - And you can’t do anything
about it. Just sit, watch and pray.
Finally, he could see the graph rising, her heartbeats were getting normal. She
was a little out of danger.
Meanwhile, Sid hastened towards ICU. “O negative. I have O negative,” his voice
choked as he told the nurse.
Gang of Doctors were out from the ICU, “Her heartbeat is normal, still we need to
go for emergency operation, now. We need to shift the girl to Operation Theatre.
We would need O negative blood.”
Fate kept threatening them time and again. Nurse had bought some documents
and asked, “Who is her relative?”
“I am her fiancé,” Ady said. She glanced at the engagement ring on his ring-finger.
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It was written – IT’S THE WISH OF THE PATIENT’S FAMILY THAT THE OPERATION
SHOULD BE CARRIED OUT. HOSPITAL WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE IN CASE OF
PATIENT’S DEATH OR FURTHER DAMAGE TO THE PATIENT’S HEALTH.
A fear rushed through his veins. Sid watched his fingers shaking out of fright.
Keeping immense faith in God, Ady signed those documents.
Ward boys brought the stretcher out. There it was Suhani, lying on the stretcher.
For the first time, after so long, so close to them. She was so silent, so calm. Utter
grief had now replaced her beautiful smile. It’s so hard to face such truth again
and again, yet restrain yourself from crying before everybody.
Stretcher was on its move from ICU to Operation Theatre.
Sid gently touched her fingers. She moved her beautiful fingers slightly as a
response. Sid held her hand, bent down to whisper in her ears, “You are a brave
girl dear. Fight Suhani. Fight. Fight for Ady. Fight for me. Fight for us. I promise
you, the world will be beautiful again.” Sid was unaware if she heard his whispers,
if she recognized his voice, will they be able to hear her chirpy voice again.
Ady kept looking at her closed eyes. Her eyes were so silent, yet asking for his
care and love, one more time. His hopes and prayers were still alive in that battle.
Ady held her left hand and said, “I am always with you, Suhani. You will see me
when you open your eyes. I promise,” Ady kissed her hand when a teardrop fell
from his eyes on her hand, just before the stretcher moved inside OT.
“What about O negative blood, Sid?” Ady muttered, his voice sounding so low and
heavy suffused with fear.
“Things will be fine. Don’t worry.”
“You said that you have O negative blood group. Isn’t it?” asked nurse, looking at
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“Yes...”
“You need to come with me for initial tests.”
“Sure”
“God loves you both. Tomorrow’s morning will be happy once again,” Sid smiled
at Ady, and walked away with nurse. Ady noticed his smile was so pure, so divine,
as if God had sent his only faithful messenger down on earth.
Ady was left alone. Operation Theatre bulb would be glowing red soon.
With each passing minute, Ady was battling between dread at one end and
prayers at the other end. Ady’s entire body turned motionless, sitting on the
couch outside OT. He got laid on the couch, curled up there, squeezed his hands
between his thighs. He cried. He really cried and piercing tears flowed out straight
from his heart through his eyes.
“Hey... Everything will be fine,” Sid consoled, waking him up from the rounds of
cries. Ady cleaned his face, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Just to hide the
embarrassment of crying like shit. Ady swung back into sitting posture, clutching
edge of the couch with both hands. Sid realized Ady’s eyes wanted to say
something.
“Let the emotions out, Ady. No problem, we are friends.”
“I just need her badly. I can’t see her in that state. I just want everything to be fine
with her. Don’t you know how madly I love her, doesn’t this God know? Even
though I am having people around me, I am still feeling lonely. Doesn’t this God
know what this loneliness feels like? What it feels like to live without a person you
loved more than anyone else, or anything else in the world. Sometimes, even as I
smile or laugh, I taste my own tears,” Ady grumbled as he continued fighting
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OT bulb was switched on. Operation had started. Annoying silence prevailed with
tinge of jitters and dread. Their eyes were heavy. They crashed to deep sleep in
the same sitting postures.
6:29 am, Next Morning…..
“Suhani is no more Ady... Suhani is no more...” Sid said dryly, rousing him from
dreamless dreams and squeezing his shoulders tightly.
Ady could not speak anything, his soul fading away and leaving his body. His eyes
turning cold. He went mentally blank.
Sid added, “Hold hold... I haven’t completed my sentence yet. Suhani is no more
residing in danger. Suhani is out of danger, doctors said.”
In a microsecond, fatso doctor in green gown rolled mumbling outside, “She is

really a brave girl. She has shown great improvement, her blood pressure is
normal. Chances of infection are minimal. She is conscious now. You can meet her
after 3-4 yrs.”
The moment Ady heard it; tears could not pause coming outside. They raced
down his face. Of course, these were the tears of happiness. Sometimes, guys also
behave like girls. Girls are so enthusiastic about crying. Missing a golden
opportunity of crying kind of brings disgrace to their race.
“Thank you, doctor. Thank you very much,” Ady thanked this medical student sent
by God’s medical university.
“You must thank this young lad. After all, he is the one to donate the blood we
needed,” Doctor replied, patting on Sid’s shoulder. “You are really lucky Ady. In
Asia, only 7% of people have blood group O negative. All the blood banks nearby
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Even ‘Thank you’ for this God’s messenger would be so small for the help he gave.
Ady just hugged him tightly. He conveyed his thanks through that romantic long
tight hug. Awestruck! Sid was not his girlfriend after all.
“You know what, Ady. About this red bulb outside OT,” Sid asked during long tight
hug.
“No....” Ady responded, detaching himself.
“This red bulb reminds me of my swollen cheek that turned glowing-red when
Suhani blew it inside hospital that night,” Sid chuckled, trying to shot off tense
surroundings from his funny bullets. Ady smiled back, just like a nutcase smilingly
combing his invisible hair before invisible mirror.
*-*
“Battling against stainless steel scissors and knives would itself be a torture for
patient on operation table. More of torture for the doctors, especially when the
girl on OT is as beautiful as Suhani. Don’t know the height of torture inside OT.
But this view outside is a real torture, no less than what Hitler had given to a brat
lying prostrate on massive ice-cube being belted on his bare butts,” thought Sid,
as he investigated Ady’s posture and expression from every terrifying angle.
Sid took notice of Ady. Ady with his head down. His eyes fixating on the floor. His
forefinger inside his nostril, busy taking short quick steps from one end of the
couch to another. And then reverse. The process repeats. Finger still fixed in same
pose. These worried male disasters are a real cause of torture to other people
outside. “Disastrous Ady will remain a loser, except at his nose, where his
gathering is rich,” Sid thought.
“WHAT THE...” Ady shrilled on Sid, with eyes widening like UFO discs. Ady’s finger
was still enmeshed inside his nose.
“Sshhhh! No vulgar-gurgle please,” nurse interrupted while she had her moves.
Ady entered into dark silence instantly as he stared her bulgy-booty going out of
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down to hell with mother-sister-enriched slangs bursting ever louder of his
mouth. All guys transform into a different animal before girls. Just like pet
puppies in their homes, ready to do everything whatever ordered upon. Even if
they are asked to go publicly nude, they would take the plunge happily and dance
around with total nudity.
Nurse wore the black-rimmed specs, pure-red lipstick on her pouty lips, skirt
ending just right on her knees presenting her milky-white legs. A must prescribed
nurse for all male patients. Nurse walked away inserting her finger into his nose.
“Holy shit!!! Is this nurse your sister?” Sid laughed at Ady.
“Not funny, APPLIED ASSHOLE!” Ady sniggered, and finger was back into his nose.
It was typical of him. Whenever he was worried, finger could not refrain entering
the hole.
Three hours elapsed, and the office colleagues were called up by Ady. They were
a total of nine and got distributed in two rows outside OT’s door. All of them
assembled like chickens ready to be butchered. The only difference was these
chickens wore sophisticated clothes. High quality chickens. Amid rows was Ady
strolling devilish like a butcher waiting for a sharpened knife, and all set for the
feast.
Ady opened the door as everyone hastened inside like to-be-sliced-alive chickens
breaking away butcher shop.
Sid kept standing outdoor, mesmerized in the flashback memories. Sid thought
back over the slap-full days. How he became bloody tongue-less after every tight
slap posted on his face. It was so typical of him too. Twice of its launch on his face
for no mistake of him had left him no less horror-struck.
Total Horror. Total surrender. Swishing of Suhani’s hand and resonant sound of
her slap were drumming against Sid’s eardrums all over again.
Ady travelled rapidly towards Sid as if a big black bomb was fired from the cannon
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Holy Bitch! You never know guys have a tendency to become their puppets. Quite
possible. Moreover, Ady bloody goes to GYM regularly. He might tear off my
innards.”
“Whatt... Why are you not entering inside?” asked Ady. Sid’s eyes staring at his
hands, and a sigh of relief. Thank god! Hand was not shot or one more bed would
have existed at the side of Suhani’s bed, thought Sid.
“Is she awake?” asked Sid.
“No... Not yet. I want you to come down and give her moral support. She won’t
listen to me even once. You know how she behaves. I broke her trust, and she
would damn wring my neck. What would you do if the person you love hates you
the most?”
“Listen Ady. You did all for her good. If you really love her, prove it even if she
needs a damn proof of it. I know she will understand and won’t overlook your
love,” said Sid, clutching his arms. The same arms which were considered
destroyer of his face a few seconds before.
“I want you to come for she will feel elated. Her one smile will bring the life back
in me. And I don’t really fear going out of her life for her smile.”
“Holy crap! Now that is called love. True-Love. And she also loves you. Isn’t it? Go
back, go alone. Behave like a man, goofball,” smiled Sid, and began rolling
towards exit.
“And you mother-sister, you really want my neck to be squeezed in lieu of yours.
Moreover I am really scared of her tight slaps. My lower-jaw is already under
recovery. So, third time delivery of her slap could lead to its extinction,” Sid
shouted from far end. “One more request. Do not tell her that I came and
donated the blood. Otherwise, I’ll definitely wring your neck.”
High voltage electric-current to meet Suhani coursed through every centimetre of

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pasted to electric pole boosting electricity all through his body, even through his
thing.
Sid knew if he would face Suhani, her heart would again start singing for him. He
never wanted ‘Sparks of Love’ to reactivate inside her as he still loved Avni. It was
difficult for him to share the same love with anyone else, indeed impossible.
Furthermore, he hated the girls who cry in public. And this time the whole damn
office was inside. “What if she would burst into tears after glancing at me? I
would die of shame. What if she would release dirty nose out of her nostrils while
crying, and stick the same to my white shirt? YACCKKK!!! I would prefer to commit
suicide and jump off the window there and then,” thought Sid.
Sid was aware of what love was. For him, it was Avni. For Ady, it was Suhani. Sid
had discerned that ‘Love is just the realization of a connection’. But conditions
apply- ‘a connection must exist’.
Ady cursed himself on the wrecked condition of Suhani. All along the bed she laid
with her fractured leg totally wrapped inside white-marble as if one of the Taj-
Mahal pillars had got there. Bandage rolled all around her face except a few
essential body parts visible- her eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth. So creative these
doctors are. They surely cleared ‘art-n-craft’ subject during their medical degree.
Ady stood parted at one corner, fixating at her as a tear peeped out of his left eye,
rolled over his cheek till it crashed on the floor. “She is in these woundingly
painful circumstances only coz of me. Me, shitty scoundrel! I am a real bastard,
for sure. She is down to hell for no fault of her,” Ady cursed himself like hell.
Suhani opened her eyes degrees by degrees as if new eyes were just now installed
into her system. She could see long and bleak banana-faces of her colleagues,
circling her, resembling like decayed bananas kept peeled off from a month and
now stinking like hell. Gently, she swerved on her right. Her eyes eagerly searched
for Sid who was scored over by Ady for no mistake of him. She had committed an
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Later, she took in the sight of a distinct figure with tear-trail on his face. It was
Ady. Tears formed lakes in her eyes too. Suhani closed her eyes till tears streamed
down damping the bandage. Ady raced towards her, holding his falling jeans. His
month-not-washed undie would have been stinking open otherwise. Doesn’t
matter if his jeans had dived down but his late for one more second would have
sunk the complete nine-storied ‘Artemis’ that same instant. Even the rescue team
would have dread approaching near hospital.
He gently wiped the tears off her face, held her hands and murmured, “Now, this
is what I really hate. The moment you girls see your adorable one crying, you
can’t abstain from producing pacific oceans. Even oceans deeper than that. I am
extremely scared if I get drowned someday.”
“Why? You know swimming, isn’t it?” Suhani cooed, silently silent. Ady could
make out what she said anyhow.
“I know swimming only in swimming pools. Not in Pacific oceans.” Everyone

laughed out loud, except the boys. And why not, all their hopes were brutally
murdered by Ady when they saw him flirting with Suhani. There hopes didn’t even
receive cremation when they figured out Suhani ruffling with his hair.
Flirting with a girl was fine, but at least don’t flirt before guys who are dying to
have the girl. This brings tornadoes, hurricanes, cyclones, volcanoes etc inside
their body.
Girls were still laughing without halt. “Why you bitches are laughing like that? Are
you out of your head?” Ady flushed in anger, ironically. They laughed out freaking
loud on sarcasm. Laughing on a sarcastic remark thrown at you is something like
getting raped happily.
“Okay! Ady and Suhani. I think we should leave,” said one of the guys, unable to
digest their moments together. “Take care, Suhani. Bye Ady...”
All guys left with much more long banana-faces than what they arrived, deprived
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Ady grinned superficially at both nutty gals. He grinned a little longer than
expected, hinting them to take their swollen rears out.
“Now, what these girls are waiting for? Why don’t these stupid numbskulls realize
this moment clearly conveys ‘Leave us alone’...” Ady’s brain was kind of bursting
its cerebellum, cerebrum, medulla, or whatever out. Biology terms suck!
“Okay! Suhani... I think we should leave and give you some time for rest,” Ady
smiled at both.
“Yes! Yes! We must leave,” gals agreed jovially, against their will.
“Okay Suhani, buh-bye!” all the three wiggled their fingers.
Ady smiled more than he needed to, suppressing his laugh inside. Ady placed his
arms, one on each of their back and moved out closing the doors. Now that’s
amazing. It seems like a master sale. Exchange-one-for-two offer.
“Wh....aaat? You are back within 15 minutes?” Suhani asked softly, astounded.
Eyes totally open as that of eagle.
“That was just a trick, to chuck those girls out. Moreover, they were not of my
type. I just wanted their a…. you know… to be hurled out quickly,” winked Ady.
“I know your tricks, Ady. You are such a.....”
“Prick,” Ady contributed.
“Darling.... You are such a darling,” she corrected and winked back.
More often she realized whatever happened with Sid was grossly incorrect. Ady
should not have done that, but she also knew Ady loved her more than any other
guy would do. And it was just because of love, he picked depraved path. The
corrupted course is virtuously correct if you are in love and you haven’t harmed
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“C’mon c’mon... I want to hug my pug,” she flirted. Ady was accepted by her arms
totally spread out. She hugged him damn hard. Girls are the weirdest figures
when they are too emotional, either they will scare you out with tears or give
tight hugs. Better in case of tight hug, it’s electrifying and magical at times. Men
will be ‘Men’ after all!
“Everything is fine. But did you realize one thing. Shah Jahan’s soul will not rest in
peace, will it?” asked Ady, something out of sense.
“Shah Jahan? Peace?? Are you kind of freaking drunk?”
“Yes... No... I mean I am not drunk,” Ady stuttered, and pointing her fractured leg
he added, “See! One of the once-erect Taj Mahal pillars is now tumbled down,
lying flat!”
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Chap 18- Dilemma of Dark
Try to focus. Try to focus. Damn it! - Sid had told himself a billion times this
morning, all to no use. Sid recalled last night events while slapping water on his
face. How he sprawled flat on bed like a stinking vomit after getting drunk last
night. The booze still flowed through his blood, and so were the memories of
Avni. She still existed in his brain storage system.
Total mess up. Sid had not been to his much hated office since last few weeks.
Truly a reason to be on sick leave - a fraud medical certificate by some bozo
doctor of ‘Govt Hospital’. That too in mere 100 bucks. Now, you can’t even
purchase a quarter of Vodka in that, even if you pay 10 bucks extra. Thanks to
doctors who are more immoral than immoral wine-sellers these days.
“I have already busted my inflated backside melons from last two weeks. I got to
go office anyhow today. Bloody bitch! But how? Vodka shots, definitely my best
friend will take me out,” Sid lectured to himself, obviously last phrase came
because of last night Vodka.
“Hi! How are you,” Sid asked, soon after picking up Ady’s call.
“I am fine. Shit-head!”
“How is Suhani?”
“She is also fine. Shit-head! Hahahahaha...” Shit-head blew off his mouth again
with laughing sound effects. Sid was completely pissed off at his frequent
reference to him as Shit-head. This is the non-sense about guys. Whenever they
are like extra-terrestrially excited, they will rip you off with absurd slangs, as
absurd as themselves.
“I am going to hospital. Suhani’s dressing will be out today. I am so soo happy,

Shit-head!”

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“Now, that’s cool jackass. Stop calling me Shit-head now,” Sid said, obviously
irritated. Am I really Shit-head, Sid portrayed himself mentally.
“Anyways, I want you to come to hospital today. She will be happy to see you.”
“I did tell you Ady, time we were in Artemis. I just can’t come. I just... just don’t
want to show her my face,” Sid shouted him down to hell.
“Why?” howled Ady. Shit-head obviously was the reflex, but this time got
confined to Ady’s inner voices only. So rough and fierce was Sid’s shout.
“You won’t understand. You just can’t get it. And for god sake stick yourself out of
this ‘Why’ thing. It only suits girls,” Sid bombarded again with his missile-like
remarks and disconnected the call.
Vodka inside him cleared picture of girls behaving mindless at times. If you show
them the one they ever loved, their eyes would roll in flashback style. Racing to
flashback is all fine but bonding to flashback for 2-3 yrs like a Fevicol, is what girls
are truly sincere at. Girls must be awarded ‘Bharat Ratna’ for their consistent
sticky performance. Who says alcohols worsens judgment. In his case, ‘Vodka’
thing improved his judgment over girls.
“Damn! All the Vodka oozed out. My head seriously needs Vodka shots to focus
on my office work,” Sid cursed himself, abjectly nervous at the thought whether
morning Vodka would work him up to leave for office or not. Supply of liquor was
high at his flat, so was its demand. Of course! The perfect ‘demand and supply’
mechanics.
Last night unclean Vodka glass was stinking like pig’s urine. But who the hell cared
when he had bowl. Pouring the Vodka in big steel bowl he began.
One...Two...Three... “Bastard bowls!”
Sid flung the bowl to a mile’s distance and carried guzzling the entire Vodka
bottle. Vodka went down like atom bombs, hitting his vacant stomach, exploding
his intestines. Radiations scattered out with fumes off his head and ears. Tsunami
too flowed out of his nose-pipes coz of undue heat.
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“Vodka- the only proof that heaven and hell meets,” Sid smiled on his pitiful
condition and skyrocketed into washroom to eliminate tons of urine. It was
natural after having guzzled the complete bottle without halt.
“One more medical-leave for sure,” Sid whispered, his rustles trembling. Later, he
fell into sleep, right there on the potty-seat, with limbs spread out.
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Ady smilingly raced like Ussian Bolt into the hospital ward, where dressing was on
the verge of removal. With each unroll of bandage, his eyes covered some
distance to heaven. ‘Gates of Paradise’ would open in another five seconds.
Suhani kept gazing into his eyes showering her smile.
5.4.3.2.1...Dressing was out. She smiled more than she had to. Ady was also
elated, but superficially.
He could see her charming face which now had various small scars and a long
deep-brown scar on left side. Long scar was rugged as if someone had badly
dragged pointed dagger on her face, dragging it to and fro till the wound was
disgusting deep. The same dagger was felt scratching and peeling layers of his
heart over and over again.
Stitches had happily left their trail over her face. Suhani was still smiling, waiting
for him to reciprocate. Perhaps, unaware of the fact that she was cursed with a
big scar on her once-beautiful face.
On the spur of moment, he scurried and tightly hugged her. Closed his eyes,
letting the tears escape. Tears of bliss and grief at the same time. Her poor
condition ripped him inside once every second, all ready to cry in wretched pain
she was in. Ady desired to be ointment of her wounds.
“I love you, Suhani,’ he said, kissing her head. Sobbing unrelentingly, still
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“Arey dumbo... Why are you crying like girls? I am fine now, sweetheart,” Suhani
reacted, patting her palm on his back and planting a mild kiss on his head. His
crying doubled.
“Hey! C’mon! Grow up... I love you too. Now stop crying. Your crying is a strong
proof that all features of a girl reside in you, except you got a thing. Stupid! Now
stop.”
“Scornful remarks by a girl for a girl. Ahaaan!” Ady smiled outwardly with suffused
sadness inside. Unconstrained bitching by a girl for a girl was still a mystery for
Ady.
The merciless devil-like doctor and his muddleheaded disciple-like assistant

dispersed out from two distinct doors. Doctor exited, disciple rushed into toilet
clutching his groin. Maybe waste water had reached the end point which he
somehow controlled from leaking out.
“A few more seconds of hold would have blasted off his reservoir,” giggled
Suhani, with unrestrained bliss on her face. She still had the same shiny glow on
her crossed face.
Ady tugged her up in his arms as the white cement was still not out of her leg,
“Uhhhhh!!! You are becoming like a Sumo wrestler with every passing day. Damn
heavy! Seems like none of the stuffs you’ve eaten these days left your digestive
system.”
“He he heh, I will be dieting, okay!” Suhani laughed, sweetly pulling his nose. “Till
then, satisfy yourself with something else.”
“Oh! Shut up, you need to recover. So no dieting shieting,” Ady seated her on the
wheelchair and furiously drove her to his car.
“Ohhhhhh!!!! No no nooooo, not again. My spine creaks whenever I haul you up. I
will keep lying on bed if it breaks. Moreover, I won’t be able to do... you know
what I mean,” shrugged Ady, kidding all over again to see her laughing back to
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“C’mon you... Weirdo! Nothing will happen to your sex life,’ Suhani winked. “Now
pull me up and drop me into car.”
“Ouch!” Suhani spoke all of a sudden as Ady seated her inside the car. A slight
pang as she tried smiling broader than her face. Gently, she touched her left
cheek. Her forefinger traced the scar as she looked in side-mirror.
Ady sincerely watched her complete show as he got seated. A threat smeared
around him if she would break into tears. Her beauty contest, her only dream.
She had already lost it without even participating. He couldn’t afford to see her
crying, when all he wished was her smiling face. A number of sharp pins were
already felt streaming through his veins. Pins multiplied into various smaller pins
with every passing second. Her finger was still on the move, retracing the scar.
These girls really have a spoilt habit of digging deep into every matter like a
detective until they are complacent. She tried eliciting how deep the wound had
been that stitches took so many weeks to settle her skin.
In a streak of lightening, she swerved towards him and grinned. She grinned
broad enough, evidencing it was all fake. Ady could not help containing the
teardrops in his eyes. Soon he dissolved into tears. They were flooding out heavily
like a violent river had burst open a dam to swallow people in its swirls. That pain
Suhani must be feeling inside, he felt it all through his eyes.
“Stop crying! Stop it! I knew about the scar one week before itself,” Suhani said
,plumping her fist on his chest followed by fondling and cuddling. She knew she
won’t be making to ‘Pegeant Beauty Contest’, but then she was contented for
being blessed with her goofy-guy Ady.
Squeezing him hard into her arms, she whispered, “Stupid! Don’t be a cry baby.
Don’t be sissy. At least not before a girl. Remember, man is handsome to a girl till
he is not crying before her. And frankly speaking, girls hate it when guys shed
tears just like us. Stop now kiddo. It seems like shower is leaking out to spray
water over me. C’mon jerk, fix your showers now itself. Or do I need to call a
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“And the only plumber who can fix my busted shower is you, baby,” Ady smiled
deep, deep, deep into her eyes and again a hug landed with a full blow on his
chest, “One more thing. Nobody can win over girls in terms of crying. They are
just too awesome in shedding crocodile tears.”
“O Shut up,” she ironed her hot lips on his forehead and then to his unshaved
cheeks, waiting for him to respond in same fashion.
Ady leaned forward to kiss on her cheek too. Mistakably the same cheek to which
scar belonged. Scar prevented him from getting along. Instead, he pressed his lips
against her head. ‘Dilemma of Dark’ survived inside his head if his love was
transforming with every glance at her scar.
“Ufffoooo! Why you boys always become ‘Devdas’ kind of intolerable shit? Why
don’t you boys shave?”
“Shave? Shave whaaa...t????”
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Chap 19- The Shocking Revelation
Today Ady’s parents were having their much-awaited arrival to meet future
house-in-charge aka Suhani. They had already seen her in photos, and were
enthusiastic to meet the cutie today. Means theoretical things existed in history
books and practical things had their place. All the ancestral Indian times, when
parents used to see the unseen face of girl hidden behind Ghoonghat (Veil)
existed only on the pages of weighty history books. The exclusive decision-making
‘Supremo’ was Ady’s dad to finalize date of their wedding today.
Inside kitchen was ‘Ramu Kaka’ alias Ady genuinely interested in preparing some
aromatic meals. The real torture was rolling wooden cylinder over yet-to-be-made
chapattis. No matter how painstakingly he worked over it, every time the shape
was akin to one of the objects lying in kitchen or any of the human internal
organs. The whole damn focus of Ady was gathered by Chapatis when ‘Shahi
Paneer’ meal on the stove exhausted burnt fumes. Fumes were so fiery hot that
the glowing bulb inside blew up into pieces. “Somewhat equivalent to 1000
degree centigrade,” Ady inferred, afraid of Suhani blowing him apart just like the
hot fumes did to bulb.
“What the hell are you doing? Ady.....” Suhani freaked out, dragging her
wheelchair inside.
“No.. no... nothing... Why did you enter inside?” Ady confidently answered, not
fully sure of what happened all of a sudden.
“O Massive Hell! Is this a chapatti or any kind of uterus?” shrilled Suhani, chapatti
suspending of her hand somewhat triangular in build and dimensions exactly
similar to the organ she named just now.
“And look at your ‘Shahi Paneer’ dish, it seems some kind of orange water having
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and pouring it back into pan. All inside pan she could see black bubbles gurgling
over the surface of gravy. It appeared like lava just out of volcanic eruption had
been poured in pan.
“Stay away now dumb-shit... They will be coming in another one hour. You just
fouled up everything. GET LOST,” yelled Suhani. Don’t know what these girls are
made of. She was already half-paralysed, no strength at all, still trying to boss him
around. If these were the bombastic effects before wedding, imagine its after-
effects.
“I was just trying to help you, honey,” said Ady, biting his already-bit edges of
fingernails.
“HELP!!! Help!!! You just shut up. It will be far better if you get your butts pasted
with ‘Fevi-quick’ on sofa. And for god sake leave this cooking to me.”
“YOU JUST KEEP MUM!!!” Ady bounced back, pointing innocent finger straight
towards her. And pulling the same finger back in a nanosecond, realizing she
might jump over the new issue of directing finger at her.
She was silent. It was silence of admiration of absolute brilliance. Brilliance of

bombing back on her for a blunder done by him. She flared her nostrils, the same
nostrils whose hair were fired seconds before because of burnt ‘Shahi Paneer’
fragrance.
“You can’t lower down guys. Do you know what? The best chefs in world are
males only,” Ady winked, poked his middle finger at her and ran off the kitchen.
“You scoundrel!” she reviled, shooting the tablespoon square onto his running
rumps. “They are best chefs, only after they are trained enough.”
“Girls will remain girls. And losers too, never accepting critics’ comments on their
race,” Ady laughed from outside.
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“C’mon in dad, mom,” Ady invited them inside with light hug of adoration. Voice
trembling. A little afraid from within if Suhani would be compatible with his
parent’s open conversational approach. “This will surely be the real exam of all
the exams she had cleared with high grades till now. Breathtaking, hardcore,
typical Tie-knot Test,” Ady portrayed himself trembling in his head.
“Namastey mummyjee, Namastey daddyjee,” Suhani greeted with respect,

touching their feet in veneration while on wheel chair.
“Jeete raho, jeete raho (live long),” they smiled blessing her with ‘live long’ typical
Indian remark which had now become a tasteless cliché. Regardless of you
treasure someone or not, you must speak it out. It was invariably more of a
heartless obligation than a soulful feeling.
“What happened beta, Suhani?” mom asked concernedly.
“Just a minor accident, mummyjee. I am all fine now,” she said, departing for the
kitchen on her wheelchair.
“There is something about seeing your boyfriend’s parents for the first time,”
thought Suhani. His mom was aged 54, looked like 30 only. She had a fair
complexion, white hair missing on her head. Hair was shiny black with wafting
black-current fragrance spewing out of it, as if just got shampooed while on her
way inside car. Her face was still charming with pointed features as Ady used to
brag about. Pointed features were obviously god-gifted but not the young and
fresh looks. Suhani deduced that young looks were obviously gifted by overpriced
cosmetic creams, blush, eye-liners and over that glossy lipstick. “Oh! Man, she is
no less than any Bollywood actress. Even Bipasha would avoid eye contact before
her. The only exception is - her mom is wearing no jewels at all. It appears
flaunting jewels is more of tradition in middle class families.”
On the other side was his dad, completely dressed in greyish ‘Armani’ kind of
suiting, playing with his excessively costly ‘Rado’ watch portraying his flaunting
nature. He was completely a bad replica of Ady. Ady never showed off his
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him, however his face was much bigger, with loose flesh dangling. Whereas Ady
had super-smooth and extra-soft handsome skin, only when shaved. Dad too had
hair on his head. Shocking was the density of his dad’s hair, much greater than
Ady’s. Regular application of extra-priced conditioners and colours was easily
visible. If Ady dressed to walk on old people’s fashion show, he would look like his
dad.
“And Ady, the idiot. Why didn’t you tell us about all this?” His dad ran over him
pointing his finger, staring him down. Suhani was back on wheelchair as she
laughed inside- what if Ady would sprung of the seat and show his middle finger
to his dad, as he did a few hours back.
“Sorry, daddyjee. I am sorry on his behalf,” Suhani smiled, holding her ears. Her
smile still shed the same cuteness as before. But scar contributed to extra effects
in her smile. Somehow that horrible scar stroke with hatred in his dad’s eyes. She
was held defective right there and then….
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It was scary late night hours, not scary as the scar on Suhani’s face. Ady’s mom
was enrolled completely to snoring as if pig had guzzled pegs of whisky, now
absorbed in grunted sort of sleep. Honestly she already had 3 swigs of neat
whiskey that too highly expensive branded-one mixed with cheap desi (local) one.
Perhaps, mix was to give herself a head-spinning punch to sleep for next 12 hrs.
Her mom was so hazardously fond of sleeping.
In another room was Suhani hypnotized in watching freaky horror movie

‘Grudge’. Earlier she never had courage to sit alone for even 2 minutes for any
horror show. Maybe now she was brave enough even if Ghost sneaks into her
room, it would fled away horrified seeing scar on her face.
On terrace was Ady’s dad with legs locked up on a table and square crystal glass
quarter-filled with Scottish wine. The whole family comprises of ‘Nashedi’
(drunkards), it seems. He called over Ady to accompany him. Not in hard drinks,
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“You called me up for something, dad?” Ady asked courteously, trying to fix his
stare at the expensive wine from corners of his eyes. Feeling an inside urge to
finish it up in single shot. Situation is just like a horny girl ready to get laid and you
just can’t do anything damn about it coz you are impotent. My situation sucks!
“I want to tell you one thing, buoy!” dad replied, curling his lips. ‘Buoy’ thing was
open again. Some people have a really disgusting habit of speaking English
whenever they are wild-drunk, Ady perceived tonight. They would not just speak
English, instead fashionable English as if dead soul from US had its rebirth from an
Indian womb.
“Carry on, dad!” he replied, licking his lips, tasting the wine that was beyond his
reach.
“Buoy! You remember you told me one thing. A person needs to be practical
enough to live in this fast changing world. I really want to stick to what you said. I
really want you to follow the same.”
“Dad... Stop this kind of rubbish. You are drunk. You can talk but I am not in mood
to talk over it.”
“Listen! It is important,” dad retorted gruffly, throwing an unfriendly stance. “I am

talking about you and Suhani. I am talking about your life, your future.”
“Me, Suhani and future... Yeah! I know about the future. One son named Suhan,
one daughter named Aditi. Happy family, happy life,” Ady thought, casted a
monkey-like smile having produced the complete album of her family with two
offspring in his void head.
“Coming straight on my point. You have one way to chose now. Either your
parents or Suhani,” dad blurted out, in blink of an eye.
The album he created in his head was now set afire, burning into ashes and
ultimately dissolving in air. The mind entered into total hollowness. Every part
was felt dead. In short, he was in total mental disturbance on verge of going into
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coma. Mouth in state of dormancy. Eyes ripping open. Fixating at dad’s loved
face, now hated the most that it didn’t even deserve spit of Ady’s mouth.
“Whaaa....? Dad, I really really love her. I always wanted at least one thing in my
life to be of my choice. Don’t put such conditions on me,” Ady’s voice choked as if
it suddenly got accumulated over his sound pipe. “My life is just like my heart.
Only one. How can I give it to unknown person for that person might exploit it?”
“I understand son...” he said, placing his arm round his shoulder. His sympathetic
arm was felt like that of a villain’s, playing chess strategies. “I mean to say the scar
which now exists on her face. She can’t even stand beside you. Even your latest
photo with her which I saw today revealed the horrible taste. I have discussed the
same with your mom, she agreed against the marriage. Every son’s parent wants
bride to be as beautiful as any goddess.”
“You are being idiotic dad. This is just not fair for her. Just coz she has a scar now,
you are not ready for acceptance.”
“I might sound like jerk but I am telling you the harsh reality. Just go out and ask,
how does a marriage happen? If the guy is earning enormous enough, girl’s side is
ready to give her hand. Same is the case with boy’s side. If the girl is beautiful
enough to maintain the status, we accord for the marriage. A beautiful girl is
given a preference in our Indian traditional marriages or if she gives enough
dowry. She is not a perfect match for you. Mind it.”
“How can you say, she is not a perfect match for me? I love her, she loves me. We
both love each other like hell. How this shitty dowry thing comes into picture?
YOU ARE CHEAP!”
“O Shut up! We don’t want money. We have enormous. Our bank accounts are a
hell more than our flats,” dad burst into anger, with a violent streak on this
disobedient brat. “Life never runs on love. It runs or practical behaviour. One’s
practical behaviour determines how he would lead his life. C’mon get out of this
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brain. Don’t let your emotions control you. Being your dad I will never advice
wrong...”
“You are just saying it all because she has a marked face now,” Ady demurred,
trying to contain his tears that were almost there to come out.
“No... scar is just a second thing. We went for horoscope match as well.
Everything is just messed up. She is ‘Manglik’. Priest suggested it leads to
catastrophic impacts on couple and maybe death of spouse. I am scared, your
mom is scared. Every manifest is just against this marriage. We have no other
solution but to stop this marriage.”
“Ahh! Now you are talking about some scrap horoscope match. This astrology is
wrongly planted. From the prehistoric times, it’s been there. It’s in the roots. This
is total trash, dad. You trust all this non-sense stuff….”
“I am just scared. God must not drop adversities on my family,” dad replied,
getting a little sentimental. Sentimental fools are a sort of category who will brag
to be most robust of every other person, but feel like pissing inside when
embraced by emotions.
“Now, how does this god comes into picture? Did God come down to earth to
establish all these notions? The religion is man-made. We people only created it
through imagination, just like an author who creates fiction. And we ourselves are
getting swallowed into this bog. I am not against arranged marriages dad. I am
trying to make a point. Arranged marriages are not wrong, but they are
established on wrong beliefs of dowry, horoscope, etc. ‘Oh! The girl does not have
arm. Let’s not get our son married to her.’ This is all filthy myth. The one who is
not physically fit does not have a right to stay happy, does not have a right to get
married?”
“Chuck it son! I am more afraid about the ‘Manglik’ thing. I am afraid if

something happens to you, to my family.”
“You are afraid of God. I must remind you dad, God says only one thing. Never do
wrong deeds, never harm any other person and never be biased. God only told
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humanity and being selfless. Mankind evolves only from love. Selfishness evolved
only from hatred. Others are just myths created by one moron and followed by
another blindly. Moreover horoscope match is entirely based on pseudoscience
which has not been proved so far. The probability all such crappy match is below
50% which is lesser than flipping a coin. It is similar to leaving home in the
morning with 50% chances of returning alive in the evening.”
“Don’t argue with me right now. Just tell me your final answer. Who you want to
select? Suhani, or me and your mom?”
“Oh! C’mon dad. At least give it your ears. Going with this kind of orthodox
tradition would be like killing humanity, killing love. I will be selfish, if I follow
what you said- Your unproven Horoscope match. You were talking about being
practical, when you yourself are being orthodox. Think of my cousin ‘Monika’. It
was our family who got her married with ‘Aniket’ on grounds of horoscope match
three years before. What happened with them? Aniket married other lady six
months after their wedding. Now she is alone cursing herself, but does not want
to marry now. What will you say about this compatibility match? An insane
calculation mistake by priest? Natural things happen by their own, inevitable, you
can never ignore them. And why does only a few nations follow it, why not all?
Why not every religion? Qualities of a person are being matched with another
person on the basis of birth charts, when we ourselves say character of a person
transforms with time. It is total contradictory…. Leaving Suhani is like killing this
humanity, adopting a blundered orthodox path. Crossing against what God taught
us, instructed us to follow path of humanity and love. Deserting Suhani means
accepting the orthodox belief, murdering manhood, and this is where I must
dread God because message from God is to spread love and humanity. God is
Love. Spread Love.”
“Aditya! Listen.... Try and understand. Religions and all are sensitive issues. You
are trying to rebuff the things coming from past two millenniums. I can’t do
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Ady screamed this time, completely conscious and logically, “Astrology is not a
proven thing dad. Understand it. You tell me. How does the instant of birth, the
position of the stars and planets determines a person's personality and
disposition. How does the process of being born result in a permanent imprint of
the locations of the stars and planets? Why would this "imprinting" occur at birth,
why not at some other important life event? How can the stars and planets
determine personality? How can stars and planets have much power they
determine the future for all life on earth? Tell me one thing. If two persons are
born at same time, same place, will their life be similar? Will they both be
Manglik? Why this manglik not be applicable to other religions. And who knows if
the time noted during child’s birth was correct? Even the time thing we use in
birth charts was invented after the Gurukul Era (who told these things) ended…..
God loving person will never follow these misconceptions. If you believe in God,
God says ‘Spread Love and I will love you’. You are sick dad. You are sick!”
“I am leaving. Tell me your answer by tomorrow morning,” dad said, his eyes
almost drenched, but ashamed of crying before his son. Of course! He was daddy
after all. What would a son think about his dad who brags of being a tough man
every second of his life? Dad might become a laughing stock among his friends, if
disclosed about this crying incident.
“SCREWWWW YOU! We are living on a bloody wrong notion. Hollow Indian

roots,” shrieked Ady in his mind. His eyes ripping off. “Astrology has been
followed from the past two millenniums blindly, they will adopt the same. No
shitty proof, still they stick to it. Just a mere probability is what Astrology exploits.
In India, we say ‘God as creator of earth’ and at the same time we follow
Astrology that says ‘Astrology is driving force behind every life on earth’. It’s
whole senseless trash, completely paradox. It is not the dread of God or the dread
of not abiding by orthodox tradition. It seems more of dread to face this society
so orthodox. Indian society so highly developed, still under developed in its own.
You go against any unproven religious belief, society would outcast you on
illogical basis. Horoscope match is not a science. It’s a pseudo science with no
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All along Ady was back into his room, violently slamming the door. Door-latch
shot far off holing a photo-frame at some corner as if it was fired from a shotgun.
“What happened..? What kind of noise was that?” Suhani woke up, pushing back
the blanket in a blink. It was bluish dim inside when he switched on the light.
Ady uttered nothing but sighs. Hatred was enormous, pain as well.
“Will you say something???”
Ady walked down on his knees to reach her and broke in tears. Tears hovering all
over his face, streaming down without pause. He embraced her tightly and hid his
face inside her lap. It was the first time Suhani saw him weeping that grave. Grave
enough to drag her to grave than watch him crying beyond pain. His groans
pinned her eyes, her ears, and her heart. Pain is natural when you watch your
adorable one crying to bits. If it’s not, you are not in love.
“Areyy... Stop crying sweetheart,” Suhani muttered, waving her hand over his
hair, shattered from inside.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop me pleeease! Let me cry,” Ady screamed, tears jetting out
unstoppably.
“I know honey. I know. Just look into my eyes. Do you really want me to cry as
well?” Suhani said, stoically. She held her face and locked him in gaze. Ady
clapped at her eyes as sympathetic as that of a goddess’s eyes he witnessed only
in temples. Our eyes narrate what our heart contains. For the eyes that are so
beautiful, a heart will surely be, Ady thought.
Crying was still not over. He was crying. She too was crying. Whole world around
them was crying as they looked at the drowning world into each other’s eyes.
“Everything is over, Suhani. Everything is bloody wrung to death. Wrung by the

hands that learned me walking. My own dad, my parents,” Ady said, still being in
embrace. Ady drew his head back into her lap. “For the first time, I felt I was born
out of responsibility. Not out of love. They just don’t have sense of right and
wrong.”
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“Arey... They are your parents. How can you say like that?” Suhani clutched and
raised his head to gleam into his eyes.
Gradually and lovingly, she glided her hand on his forehead, settled his hair nicely
in place. Lovingly striking her forehead against his head, she said, “I know
everything, my honey-bunny, my cutie-pie. I heard it all. And I really don’t want to
disunite your family. I want you to be with them, love them as they are.”
“Are you out of your mind? What are you saying? Dad is grossly wrong. I want to
abuse that jerk, but can’t. I am fettered with chains of duty. Duty of being his
bastard son,” Ady reacted, jerking his head off her hands and progressing towards
window.
“Don’t be a child. Open your eyes now. This is what your dad said. Be practical in
your life, Ady. Don’t behave like jerk kind of dirt,” she said, scoring tears out of
her face. She tried making him understand something which her own heart was
not accepting.
“I love you Suhani. I can’t leave you. I can’t leave my parents either,” Ady said,
banging his hand on the window frame, staring out at the night sky which seemed
haunting him back. He sounded rough and harsh, yet there existed traces of love
in his voice.
Suhani tried settling herself on wheelchair. While getting off the bed, she
collapsed down losing control. Ady rushed along to support her up, when she
placed her hand on his left cheek and said, “You love me na???”
“Of course, I love you,” Ady said, kissing her same soft hand. Indeed as soft as her
heart.
“Then do me a favour. Please agree to your dad,” she whispered as a tear drop
fell off her left eye. “Love is not about staying together. It is more about being
together at hard times. See we are still together during this time. Love is not a
feeling to have someone forever. It is just to see them happy even if they are not
with you. And I will not stay happy all my life in disuniting your family. Please Ady.
If you love me, you have to do it for me.”
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“I have been to various temples but have never been to something as divine as
true-heart like yours,” Ady said.
The morning light was not as radiant as Ady discovered it on her face that night.
Though she was kind of bursting into tears all over again, yet she was contented.
Even though girls kind of shed their crocodile tears on a petty thing, still they have
a big heart and courage to shake this world. Ady realized, “Beautiful heart is far
better than a beautiful face. Coz you might get tired of a beautiful face when
another lovelier face catches your eyes, but never with a beautiful heart as all
beautiful hearts feel the same.”
“You know what. Whenever you girls get a chance to throw guys, you never leave
it. You treat this world as a dust bin where you keep on dumping guys,” Ady said,
cleaning tear-trail on her face, poking her to laugh amidst those cries and sobs.
“O c’mon now. Give me a hug, stupid,” she winked, and their tight long hug was
on. “I really like you dumbo jumbo duffer.”
“Eh! I know why you like me? Coz I am obeying your orders, isn’t it?” Ady smiled,
which still tasted like painful tears. Hug was still alive.
“Yup, you obey my orders just like red-underwear to its superman. So, I like you,”
she detached herself as more of hug could take them to bed straight away. “And
why is your mouth stinking?”
“It is just whenever I feel like crying, my mouth stinks of buffalo’s urine,” Ady
smiled, hiding his pain. She knew his smile was all fake.
“Yeah! Exactly... But don’t cry before girls. Crying before a girl is like losing
Virginity in open,” Suhani said playing with his cheeks, pulling it sideways. “Hey! I
wanted to ask but could not...”
“Whaaaaa...t?” Ady shocked, his eyes opened like gates of a Persian Fort.
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“Yes, do you have any doubt?” Ady stretched up his left eyebrow. Just like ‘The
Rock’ would do in a wrestling match.
“Then it’s fine. Coz virginity is the best gift you can present to your wife,” She
winked again. He winked again. They hugged all over again.
One thing Ady had unclouded now. So orthodox were the traditions in India that
his parents rejected the girl who was Goddess by heart, trusting their so-called
horoscope match whose actual purpose to search better spouse and lead better
life seemed constructed on fallacy. And who knows the priest you appointed for
birth chart or horoscope match knows the dynamics of astrology. On the back of
orthodoxies, it appeared dread to face society. This society that just spills bloody
bullshit stuff and all. Society so mean in its complex folds. So is the society’s
illogical belief that a person becomes outcast if gone against Horoscope match or
birth chart. Society – more bounded to orthodox laws that kill love, instead of
creating it. Society that offer prayers in pilgrimages in dread of God rather than
love. If Astrology is driving force behind living forms, then God must not exist. If
God is the driving force, then Astrology must lose its being. Self-contradictory
beliefs. Ady had inferred it all. Mind it, you move against wrong religious faith in
this country, you are doomed to hell, you will be boycotted. Religion is sensitive
issue here, just like corruption.
“What about you? To whom will you marry?” asked Ady. Still glued in hug.
“Ummmm.... Just send me your marriage invitation and I will try my hands on
your brother-in-law.”
“What if I have a sister-in-law?”
“No issues. I’ll turn into lesbian.”
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Chap 20- Knock’Em Down
Knock his thing down! Knock it down! Knock his damn thing down!!! - Paul
vociferated, a far too loud, a far too offensive, kicking hard on middle-stump of
the opponent.
It was unquestionably Suhani under virtual mask of Paul (animated character of

Tekken game). Busy in swelling out her beautiful eyes late night on PC game.
“Come taste my fart, Malto!” Paul smirked. In a second, he expelled the pungent
gaseous explosion off his butt over Malto’s (opponent) face. Malto died shivering
from the inflaming gaseous smell.
“Ahhhhh!!!!” Paul had his final fart of relief signalling ‘Game over’.
“Game over. Game over!” Suhani echoed inside the room and laughed brutally
out. “Game over!” She repeated again, this time to ultrasonic frequency and
broke into heavy downpour of tears in no time. Girls sometimes appear to be
creatures from Mars. Or better words ‘Maniacs from Mars’. They are forever
ready to take revenge. If revenge is not from the person who drilled them down,
revenge would be carried against themselves in form of tear-overflow. All during
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life to suffocation, but yet could not. All the hatred or love or whatever she had
for both of them broke through in form of pearl-like tears.
Tonight was the night she got rid of heavy white-plaster from her leg. And tonight
was the only night her adorable superhero Ady would be tying a knot with some
other girl. Her legs desired to walk, dance, run, chase, and even go for a bungee-
jump, but all she felt inside was ultra-high gravitational force. Gravitational force
pulling each part of her body to its core overfilled with sadness.
To rediscover her madness, she began switching through photos that contained
smiling Ady. Simultaneously was the ‘tsunami of tears’ continually switching,
sometimes dripping from the right eye and sometimes from the left. Still could
not make out which fuel girls intake everyday that their machine keeps on
manufacturing tears….
She also turned on depressed music when she was already depressed. It was
similar to eating more of unripe bananas when you already had constipation. If
observed this kind of their ridiculous behaviour, males would certainly castrate
themselves in no time. Or at least they could dangle themselves to ceiling fan. Or
least-of-at-least males would think a thousand times before marrying a girl and
wish if they were gays.
*-*
“Super Mama ready??? Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri kolaverii de?” Sid tried hearing
this lurching drunkard lovers’ song through earplugs, paralyzing himself with
bottles of neat whisky.
Sid was dressed neatly in Black trousers and black coat. Beneath that a wrinkled
white T-shirt spilling out of trousers. Also a black tie hanging loose off the collars.
Looking like a typical bartender in untidy condition. At least Sid resembled no less
than any other waiter serving wines there. The only minus with waiters was the
deprivation of drinking lavish scotch whiskies, though they were honestly serving
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Sid stood inside one of the silent corners of ‘Hotel Leela Palace’ in Ambience Mall,
Gurgaon. ‘Leela’ was the plush five-star hotel where Ady would exchange
garlands tonight. Sid was anyhow invited though he was devoid of invitation card,
but Ady could never gather strength to call for Suhani.
Wedding hall was like a mile long, and miles afar was Ady perched upon royal
throne. Ady waited for his future-controller to arrive. Future-controller as in
bride. One thing was very clear, arriving late was more of girls’ intention than
their salient feature. They intentionally do it to receive exaggerated importance.
This bride would be a legal authority from now on to command all his movements
just like a remote-control to operate this mindless robot. Ady actually wanted to
escape those strangulating moments smothering him to death once every second.
Naturally! When all his dreams channelled to Suhani splintered into tiny pieces by
his own parents. This is life. The only certain thing about life is- its uncertainty.
Your own life abruptly drags you to deadly hell when everything is going damn
right.
Booze sent a time-machine years back into Sid’s brain of his times with Avni. Sid
visualized Avni and those late nights when he jumped walls of his home for ice-
creams. Sid was not just visualizing, he could now see her strolling on Leela’s
floor. He could see her undeniably beautiful moon-like face she had that ice-
cream night.
“Am I gone nuts? Just now she strolled inside my brain. How can she leap out of it
and walk on the floor. Alcohol of course, a kind of trippy deal. It gives you a
tremendous power to see much beyond naked eyes can’t see. Illusion is a reality
that occurs due to surplus alcohol. Hallucinations, of course!” Sid thought,
rubbing his eyes twice. She was still there. Sid somewhat pinched on his arm. And
she still existed. He slapped himself tightly. Every other guy gave a nasty stare as if
he has kind of slapped on their wives’ bum. Yet, Avni was not vanished.
All through the five slow seconds, Sid watched her wrapped in red Sari and dead-
weak under overweighed gold jewellery. She was getting married to Ady, a doubt
crossed his mind and butchered him from within. All his confusion got killed when
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garlands were exchanged. Garlands so auspicious, yet inauspicious in their own…
Wedding garlands meant to bless lives, killed four lives the same night itself... The
only reason why Avni deserted him was now flashy clear. Avni was the only
daughter of Ady’s dad’s business partner. Beautiful smiles on the blessed faces of
their parents celebrated victory, after slaughtering innocent lives of their children
with their own hands. But the smile which essentially had to be on Ady’s and
Avni’s face, was butchered mercilessly by their hands. The same hands that
nourished them since the blissful day they were born.
There was aching silence all over their face and so was on Sid’s. The depressing
darkness was felt seeping into their heart, slaughtering it to incurable wounds.
Sid’s saddened heartbeats were felt deserting his body forever just like Avni did to
his life….
Parents’ smile explained how perfectly fine the wedlock had taken place with all
those kundli (Horoscope) match. Neighbours would now accept charming couple
of having done the wedding on grounds of traditions. Bride would surely be
treated as ‘Laxmi’ for she had no scar on her face and was flaming beautiful…
Horoscope match was totally void as perceived through their sadness. Ady and
Avni won’t be living their own lives, but the lives sentenced under the law of
Horoscope match and social status. Blurred reality of traditions and customs got
evidently transparent. Orthodox flames of revered rituals and traditions burnt all
the four lives to ashes......
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Chap 21- 4 x 4 Frame
“Have you heard about ‘beauty and the beast’? Have you heard about ‘beauty and
the beast’ existing inside same person?”
“No…. How can beauty and the beast exist inside the same person..?”
“I am speaking about Suhani. Look at the horrible scar on her face. The most
desired girl is now the most detested one. She flaunted so much of attitude coz of
her cute looks. She never granted any guy to touch her even. She was a sort of
glorified bitch. You reveal feelings out of your damn heart and she won’t pause
reddening your cheeks amidst the crowd. Now it’s all awesome fine. Such ‘I-am-
the-only-Queen’ girls should suffer like this…”
“Whatever! But she is still curvaceous like any other queen. Isn’t it?”
“To hell with your theories...You are so cheap man. I won’t even spit on her face. If
there would be any damn test of cuteness, she would top from the last.”
These were the regular comments aired as Suhani walked by. Tears had now risen
in her eyes for whatever she sporadically heard was entirely false and apathetic.
There is no fact denying a few girls flaunt of their spellbound looks and god-
blessed skin, but there is also a fact that some girls are a real gem from heart as
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they are from outside. Thrashes of Suhani’s hands on their faces was a result of
her reserved character instead of show-off. Bitter reality is some girls do all this to
remain untroubled and to make guys realize of their ‘cheap-brain-games’. Such
conduct of girls should be honored rather than disrespected. And guys should
stop playing with their innocence. Same is for girls; they are also no damn less.
Suhani was now treated like an untouchable coz of scar. As if a leprosy diseased
body was thrown out of a community. Wherever she went, whether cafeteria or
office ambience, she was an object of acute mock.
Suhani wailed every sunny day, every romantic night. For the love she spread, she
received immense hatred. Such was every cursed second of her life. It was
regular affair to Sid observing her face with traces of sorrows and regrets. Sid
always damned himself for whatever went wrong with her.
Suhani settled on her workstation, when a white folded A-4 sheet caught her
eyes. The time she clapped her eyes on that letter, she could not resist opening it.
She wanted to read it in secret. She looked through the corners of her eyes if any
human figure haunted around. Her eyebrows jumped high-tide in shock, tears too
rolled down her cheeks while she read-
{---
Dear Suhani,
I don’t even deserve calling you dear, as I blame myself for whatever happened
with you. I wish I had gone back in time and corrected all the unlucky incidents you
faced. But I can’t. Surely I can improve rest of your life.
The nerves of my brain converged on war on how to deal with a grave situation I
was in. Though not as grave as yours, but it was still a tough situation for me. But
not tough as Soduku I played every day. Yet it was like some kind of bog pulling
me into its core.
I can’t travel back to past to restructure your whole present. So the decision of my
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you suffering anymore, I can’t see you crashing inside. The more you will see me,
the more pain you will bear and vice-versa. All I wanted was to apologize but
could not cash it into words before leaving.
I am really really sorry Suhani for whatever I did to you. I always wanted you to be
happy, and not live the suffocated life I was in. I can’t tell you why I stayed afar
from you. I know it would be tough for you to forgive me. But this was never my
intention. I just did what I felt. And I felt that I never had any feeling for you.
Please try to flush me and Aditya out of your life. This will truly make your life
pleasant. I know it’s easier said than done. But you have to do it. For his sake, for
my sake, and for the sake of your parents.
Please remember, Aditya’s departure is not the end of your happy life. ‘Life is not
about falling in love with other person, it’s about spreading love all around. When
life seems nothing, keep stillness inside of you and desire for hope.’ And you can
spread love only if you stay happy. I know you are a big girl and won’t cry like
other retarded girls in some smelly toilet wasting away toilet-paper rolls, which
will further lead to more dropping of trees. I know you won’t let ‘nature mother’ to
suffer... ‘Go green, Go healthy’ should be your motto.
This is just a beginning of a new better phase in your life.
Please don’t reveal anyone that I kind of felt sorry to you through a letter. They
might call me jackass for not sending it via email in so Technology-oriented world.
The One and Only Bloody Big Screwball,

Sid
---}
*-*
Suhani was lonely in the stifling world of loneliness both had left for her. The
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becoming a Supermodel also crashed. Destiny ravaged her from all sides, wiping
out all her desires, dreams and any surviving flicker of hope…
“I don’t know why am I not accepting the truth that I am cursed and no one is
there for me? Why I can’t believe nobody will be back? Though my eyes are wide
open and every past thing is a dream, why am I idiotically meandering in that
dream? I don’t know why I still stick to Ady’s calling me someday and saying ‘I
miss you like a drunkard misses his wine, a smoker misses his cigarette, a doper
misses his LSD. And Spiderman-Superman misses their undies.’ In my thoughts is
the pain I fight all through my night. Why this pain is growing like breeding
mosquitoes inside gutter?” Suhani’s nerves fought inside her empty brain as she
staggered along the service stairs to reach her room on Floor-3. She lost all
hopes, and right then her desires even.
“I know I am drinking myself to slow death, but then I am in no hurry,” Suhani

muttered as she unsealed the bear can and began guzzling as if she was
abstaining from water from centuries and surprisingly got beer-cans.
Concurrently, she turned on the depressed low music.
Other hand had cigarette-pack. Oops! She had bought cigar-pack instead of
cigarette-pack. Cigar was ten times the radius of a normal cigarette Sid smoked.
Bull crap! When it comes to boozing and fagging, girl is a real daddy of guy.
Smoking cigar instead of cigarette was similar to a first time trainee-pilot flying
plane without practicing even once on simulator. Smoking was her first time or
maybe last one as she ascertained.
Drink, drag, drink, rewind, stop and play. She was incessantly on. The lyrics of the
song ran over her. Alcohol rushed through her body as she gave her best in
creating smoke-rings. Bloody creative! She was making them first time as if she
learnt it in her mother’s womb.
She squatted down on floor, with arms resting as if lanky bamboo sticks on her
recently-healed knees. Extremely elongated brownish-black hair dangling across
her scratched-face, and face hidden between her legs similar to scared turtle’s
head. The guzzled beers were hitting hard on her heart and mind, but not as hard
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as the circumstances she was in. Smoked cigars so suffocating in themselves
eased off her suffocation of being alone. Wedlock of smoke and alcohol is the
only cure of a viral disease called emptiness.
“WHY ME.... WHY HAS GOD CHOSEN ME? WHAT WAS MY MISTAKE???
WHHHHYYYYY???” she screamed… and screamed… and screamed. There was no
pause, just like the abating breaths suffocating her had no pause. Stabbing tears,
even as they flowed off her eyes were felt mocking at her destiny so cursed. She
was being chosen to be punished by her revered God, for a mistake of loving and
trusting the people around. The more she cried out, the more she screamed her
soaring pains, the more was the rusted sword swiveling inside her and shredding
her from inside. The tough persona she lately showed to the world was complete
contrast to what she felt inside.
“When every moment seems stopping, when will this unstoppable series of pain
stop?” Her crying voice faded off in her unrestrained sobs. What would you do,
when the God you revered with purity, the persons you trusted with integrity,
leaves you lurching and fighting against your own grim fate… Cry and cry and cry
for a mistake never committed by you…. The PG which was going to light up the
celebration of her marriage, had such a different atmosphere now. There were
whispers, sobs and sudden cries. And her wet eyes had tears, all dried up. A curse
had fallen upon her. A curse designed by destiny itself...
“ENOUGH!!! ENOUGH! Let me finish this suffocating pain once and for all. One-
time enormous pain is better than pinning pain of every second. This cruel God
will no more choose my destiny now,” she trounced herself. “I... MYSELF... WILL
CHOOSE MY FATE! MY DESTINY!”
She lifelessly propped herself up. Stubbed down the half-lit cigar by her bare foot.
Projected off the beer-can to a corner and set about for her desired destiny.
Destiny which she could now distinctly see from the eyes of her mind. The
Window- the 4 X 4 feet window frame.
Depressing music was now growing dim on her ears, everything around was
blurring, time was moving so slowly. She could only see the window, all focused.
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Her feet began moving towards window. Window was shouting at her for
something. Suhani couldn’t get why it was shouting and continued heading
forward without blinking.
She bumped the tears off her face and got settled inside the window frame with
her legs dangling in the open. She could only see vacant dark road screaming for
her jump……… She closed her eyes for a second, and opened it back. Again she
only saw, the vacant road screaming for her jump…..
*****
Chap 22: The Secret of Secrets!
One light Push. One dive. And gravity will do its job...- Suhani said under her
breath, all set for the final leap. One step more and she would enjoy her last few
seconds of free-fall.
She glanced on her right, then on her left and right back again, all in a
nanosecond. All of a sudden, she was stuck by a weird feeling. Exceedingly
unearthly and unnatural feeling. She looked on her left again.
“What???? Trying to go for a bungee-jump???? That too, without any rope?

Hanh!” Sid said with his eyebrows waving up and down. Sid was struggling to
balance himself on a grey-painted plastic pipe along her PG-wall. Plastic pipe
which was so feeble and shaky in itself. There was a serious risk of pipe breaking.
“You Jerk!!! What mother-sister bull crap! What the effff…..!” Suhani shouted, by
now completely in shock, her voice loud enough to stir the faint pole on which he
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The way she opened her jaws, his stomach kind of churned with horror. Some
kind of kicking inside as if there was somebody’s baby in his womb.
“You scared the dead out of me! Climbing nuts! How did you get up there?”
Suhani shouted, much louder than before.
“O flip! Your eyes say you already know the answer to your question...” Sid’s
hands slipped down a few centimeters. Obviously, Sid was not a mountaineer
climbing Mt.Everest, and crawling mountaineers have a plus of being supported
by ropes. His soul was kind of leaving his body before he could die.
“Now come on! Pull me in, Idiot! Or you won’t me to sacrifice myself to save life
of this shaky pipe?” Sid yelled.
Hurriedly, she thrust herself backwards and landed flat on her tortured bums with
legs ajar. In no second, she recoiled off the floor as if a bouncing tennis ball.
Sooner she told him to grasp the lintel and enter inside.
Sid recollected the cunning events that he materialized an hour before to break
through running Rajdhani Express (Train), fooling doctor and Artemis’ nurse:-
{----
PULL THE CHAIN! PULL THE DAMN CHAIN!

A male voice screamed in a flash as if his thing got jammed in zip of his pants.
Indeed, He shouted coz of me. I crawled down gasping heavily on the floor of
Rajdhani Express, coach B-2, birth no- 42. Train had just escaped and traversed a
kilometre’s distance.
“Hold on! Hold on, son! I’m doctor. It normally happens with a person travelling
first time in A/C Trains. They kind of smother as if someone has rammed a tube-
light down their throat. Let me check!” Doctor barked out loud and began
examining. He was spherical in shape, almost triple my waist size, wearing green
shirt and navy-blue jeans. I felt as if whole damn earth was sitting beside me.
“No need to worry. No need to worry. He’ll be fine in a minute or two,” Doctor
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The moment- The instant- The same bloody second he uttered those ‘No need to
worry’ words, I was panting more heavily. My whole body shivering as if breath
would escape just now and I would die right there and then, putting all blame on
doctor’s collar.
Watching my pathetic ‘Any-time-death’ condition, doctor drowned in tonnes of

sweat, and fumbled to pull the train’s chain that was more in demand than doctor
himself.
“CALL THE AMBULANCE!” doctor groaned. Train somehow halted 2 kilometres
from Bangalore City Station. I was a kind of laughing inside, watching the
wretched condition doctor was in. You just pinch him once and he would break
into kilolitres of tears.
Soon ambulance siren was heard crying sharp like hell. It got stronger with every
passing second till it was crying under my ears and above my shoulders. These
bloody ambulance sirens had more tendencies to fasten the death of patient than
he would die normally.
Doctor and his beautiful daughter (around 21 of age in skin-tight attires) crutched
me up to the stretcher. I tried hard not to stare at her and not let my tongue hang
loose. I grabbed his daughter’s hell-smooth back when they kind of tried throwing
me on stretcher. I could never explain the awesome feeling of fondling back of a
smoking hot stuff right before his dad.
T.h.e.r.e.. I.. w.a.s, dropped badly inside Artemis Ambulance as if a tampered

cricket ball. Doors latched and I was still gasping, lying flat on the ambulance bed.
It was so damn packed Indian local buses that there was hardly any space inside
to sprawl out. White bed-sheet was all bathed in bloodstains - big, round and
deep red. I felt nauseated as its smell flowed through my nostrils to vibrate my
entire stomach. Even if one was not a patient, one would definitely become
patient, once dragged inside.
With my half-closed-eyes, I could see South-Indian nurse, who the moment sees
new patients can’t control their thirst of banging injection square on their rumps.
She fine-tuned the quantity inside injection and was almost ready for the GO.
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“HOLD ON! HOLD ON! I am all fine. I can walk. I can talk. I can breathe. I can
fu.....” I yelled, jerking myself up in no time, and eventually sitting on the bed.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” Nurse screamed, all frozen and scared as hell. She flung the
costly injection somewhere close to ambulance door. Driver brought the van to
screeching halt after hearing her outcry. I could think of nothing, but to swoosh
out of the closed door as if I was a superman without seductive red-undie.
“SORRY! SORRY! You are as charming as red wilted rose on an autumn morning,” I
smiled, moving her cheeks sideways. I knew my statement was bitchy
contradictory, in no way complimenting her beauty, but then it made the nurse
smile.
“I am in rush. I got to go,” I gave her my words and sprung out like a laser beam
from antenna straight to a satellite.
All those events were planned. Crazy, isn’t it?
It was today I realized I was the most undisciplined, the most irresponsible and
the most uncivilized person on planet earth-
1. I made a running train stop by pulling chain (though it was not me who
actually did).
2. I stirred up the soul of a doctor, his death neared almost to his throat.
3. I groped back of a young beautiful girl (totally against my principles).
4. I called Ambulance; other genuine patient could have needed it more.
5. Nurse’s eyeballs rolled up and expensive injection broke into pieces. So,
she had to pay some bucks as penalty to hospital. Maybe much more than
her monthly salary. But again, smile was what she compensated for.
This was me, ‘not-so-sick’ dude- Insane, Intelligent, and of course - Innocent.
Don’t know why I was racing back, that too breaking all the laws, being
uncivilized. Disaster was on its verge.
----}
All the uncivilized actions Sid performed an hour before were not as crazier as the
action Sid would be performing now. Scrambling up a pipe was not hard enough.
It was just a trailer. Next one was the real killer and craziest of all. Sid had to fly
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off the pole to hold the lintel exactly over the window. “Real fright! What if lintel
is as shaky as pipe? Huh! Take a deep breath in, and jump... C’mon coward Sid,
you’ve to jump… Swear your thing and just jump!”
“Careful!” Suhani said. Sid sprung like an experienced stuntman on the lintel, only
without ropes and wires installed.
Huh! Finally a breather. There Sid was dangling over the ledge. No emergency
support if in case. His legs swinging damn close to her face like that of a dead
body hung from a ceiling fan. His breath almost shrinking out of fear.
“You are seriously a nutcase Sid. What was the need to come like that?”
“Let me enter inside first. Bring couch right in front of window. Get aside now,”
Sid said and jumped inside, straight on the couch. Perfect Jump! His torso was
sitting on the couch, his head hanging from sofa’s edge and legs in V-shape facing
the roof. Totally reverse of the sitting standards!
“What...?” she asked offering beer-can. Officially, Sid was her first time guest, so
a glass of water would have worked out.
“You were leaving for Delhi. Am I right? Then why are you here?” Suhani said,
scolding straight on his face. Instead of being treated as ‘Guest of Honour’ on his
special appearance, he was abused and reviled. Her scolding was no less than any
mother-father slangs spoken often. Seemed like ‘Ateethi Devo Bhava’ was no
more in fashion and culture of mother-sister slangs had its place.
Sid stared into her eyes which showed signs of sorrow. Sid fixated more and
drowned deep into her eyes till he could elicit the feelings locked inside her. No
matter how hard a man tries, he can never extract contents of woman’s heart.
That is their holy beauty to conceal feelings so well beautifully. Sid’s gaze was still
hypnotized, in her eyes that wanted to say something.
“WHA... TT???” she asked, raising her brows, lurching out of unconsciousness.
“I wanted to tell you something which I could not tell you from so long,” Sid tried
catching his breath as a tear-drop seeped out of his right eye and settled on his
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eyelash. It was the first time, Suhani saw an emotionless man with tears in his
eyes. It was the first time she felt Sid also had a heart. A heart, that sails in
feelings of sadness. All his expressionless face since the time they met this time
had expressions, though gloomy.
Without saying a word to her, Sid kneeled down right before her. Yes, Sid was on
his knees and looking into her eyes, his hands interlocked as if confessing to some
lord.
“Wha...” Suhani’s voice vaporized as she held his hand. She raised his chin with
her hand, held his face, to lock him in her gaze.
“Please forgive me for all this. This is never what I wanted. There was guilt killing
me from inside, smothering me every second for whatever I did to you,” teardrop
that was settled on his right eyelid had rolled down his right cheek.
“You... you were always good to me, Sid,” Suhani cooed, as pleasing as a bird’s
chirp early morning that polishes off all your last night worries, “Nooooo! You
never did anything wrong.”
“I was always good, is your illusion. A deception. All created by me. You were the
one who tried to pour happiness in my life, and I- I was selfish. I never thought
that my single silly mistake would pluck vigor out of your life forever,” Sid sobbed.
For the first time ever in his life he realized he was truly crying for someone.
There must have been something wrong with him, for he never cried that way.
“It was Aditya who did all crap, right. Why are you cursing yourself?” she said as
the tears of pain flowed out of her eyes too. Pain of watching Sid. Yes, Sid who
was crying unabated.
“What if I say I broke your trust?”
“Being true won’t corrode trust, it will rather strengthen it. Tell me the reality
now, even if you had acted outrageous,” She sobbed. Sid was unable to say
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Keeping stone on his heart, he whispered, “Then listen... This was what I created,
and not Aditya. The freaking gun-shot plan on Ady’s right arm was mine. Bullet
that was shot in his arm was just planned by me. Whatever Aditya reasoned you
about our fight in the hospital, were my words through his mouth. It was totally
fabricated to bring you both closer to each other, so I can stay away. On that night
when I called him to my apartment, the plan got triggered. I just wanted you to
hate me like hell. Systematic creation of conspiring was done to create hatred
within you. I just wanted you to leave me. I was mean. I was cheap. I was sick. But
all I wanted was to make your life better, if not best. Coz you never got the love
you wanted from me. Everything was fabricated to mislead you, to turn your
breeze towards Aditya. I never anticipated things would turn upside down. I know
there is no place for apology for a mean person like me on this earth. I must not
be forgiven. But I am dying, dying from inside. It is stifling as if someone has
blown exhaust gas into my throat. It is stifling to see you like this. I am the only
culprit….”
She was taken aback. It was a real hair-raiser. Her eyes stood motionless in state
of utter shock. A single light blink of her eye would kind of bring disgrace to her
frozen state. “But Sid… Still it wasn’t you. It was someone else who plotted this
strategic nurture of hatred inside me for you… Do you remember our night at
your home, when I was blind drunk? Do you remember that ‘Crashed Saturday
Night’ when I read the letter from one of your henchmen about sleeping with me,
and that sleep inducing drug? It was none of your friends, it was someone else
who wanted to part us. It was Ady, who had it done through someone else. It was
always Ady who never wanted to see us together at first place…”
“Abracadabra! This is what I call Magic. Magic, in intellectual terms, is what I

define- Intended Deception. The closer you look, the chances of your being fooled
are high. Because the more you see you think is real, the easier it turns out to
dupe you. My trifle task was only to take your precious gift that you were giving
me, your attention. And use the same attention against you. I forced you to think
that you were genuine and I was a big damn fraud. I programmed your mind to do
so that Saturday Night, by making you holy drunk. And kept reinforcing my forced

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reality on you till you substantiate I was a fraud. Nothing was left to chance. So, I-
I was the one who texted Ritika to obey my commands, and that she would be
rewarded two lakh rupees when her job was done…. She completed her task to
fool you, and I delivered her two lakh rupees in cash….”
“So, I was playing in your hands from the beginning of conflict. And what about
that Ritika? Was Ritika's divulgence about the letter and drugs to me also a part of
your plan?”
“No… That was the only place where I missed my shot.”
Startled Suhani was still gazing into Sid’s eyes which showed symbols of sadness,
pain, guilt and one more eternal feeling called ‘Love’ jailed in some nook of his
heart. She cried and moaned just like a widow would do. For once, Sid wanted to
hug her tightly, and take all her pains and suffering into him – but he had lost that
right.
She burst into tons of tears as she realized, “Sid is still a true heart for sure.
People continue searching for a chance to be loved by others. But Sid is an
exception. The concept of loving or being loved is single most motivational force
in life. But Sid desired hatred. He is the one who himself wanted to be hated only
to make my life better, just to bring me and Aditya closer. And for all this, person
needs to have a big heart. Love is just a realized part of a relation. But there is a
condition - relation must exist. That is why he is here, just because something still
exists.”
“Sid....” Her shaky voice gradually disappeared as that of patient’s inclined to

death. She was sobbing. Her stare was still alive, still painful. She could see the
glint of guilt in his eyes.
“I am really sorry, Suhani. I never thought I was robbing your happiness for my
happiness,” Sid said, his eyes filled with all the pain Suhani had gone through, “I
was never a part of your life. I was just being myself. Punish me if you want to.
Punish this shithole!”

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By now Suhani had got strong insights of Sid’s psyche. She always understood
what Sid actually wanted behind his statements. When a beloved person wants to
walk out of your life, that person would just follow three steps-
Step 1. Person will show the other was never a part of your life.
Step 2. Person shows he/she supported you, but acted as an individual.
Step 3. That person was just being himself.
And it is always the good nature of feminine heart to stop others from crying. “It’s
okay,” Suhani said, wiping his tears first.
She smilingly said playing pinches with his nose, “You know what... You ain’t look
handsome when you apologize. Your sorry is kind of black big mole on your nose
tip with filthy long hair sprouting out of it.” She said and tears streamed out
heavily through her eyes. Sid could feel the blood rushing down his toes, her
horrible condition for which he was to be blamed.
“You know one more thing. You have an intelligent brain,” Suhani complimented
his same shitty brain which masterminded all that ridiculous mess. She laughed a
little amid those cries.
“Hmmm...,” Sid brought her right hand close to her face, swept her hand to clean
tear trail off her face, “What were you doing on window ledge?” Sid asked, raising
his head, innocently.
“Ummmm.... I was planning for an escape route from life. I wanted freedom.”
Sid said holding her soft palms, “Flying away from a problem ain’t freedom. I hope
you know it. Look, when someone dies he/she doesn’t die alone. Others whose
feelings are channeled to that person also die behind him/her. Life is precious.
We can’t heal the past by dwelling there. We can heal the past only by living
whole-heartedly in present. A man has just one life to live it forever...”
Suhani realized one thing here- No matter how many reasons you get to die. But
to live, one reason is enough. And the reason was right there, close to her eyes.
“Did you take it into notice?” Suhani said, her palms still embraced in his palms.
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“Whaaaa...t?”
“You tried really hard to free yourself from my hold without my knowledge. But
see... You are still holding my hands,” she smiled.
Sid smiled and gradually laughed.
“Ooooo C’mon I am not interested in you. Not at all,” Sid said boastfully as if
Suhani was a waste material now.
“Oh I see. Then what the hell are you doing here? That too with sexy spike haircut
and over that wafting fragrance of hair-gel,” Suhani shrilled, ruffling his hair and
staring the life out of him. A naughty smile on her face resided. Sid, in his new
nasty hairstyle, looked like a wicked psycho now; just like a mentally retarded
patient recently released from an asylum.
“GO TO HELL! I don’t want anyone to be interested in me. AT LEAST, NOT YOU,”
Sid said with his mouth opening and closing rapidly. His nose turned up in vanity.
“Ahan!!! Then you must not stay one more second. GO WALK IT OFF,” Suhani
shouted him down, pushing him once. Pushing him twice, thrice and so on... till he
fell on her bed.
“Why... wwhh.... whhyyyy...” Sid stammered. “Why the heck are you pushing me?
Only because I don’t love you? Suhani I must say, you are really bad at handling
rejections.”
“You are mistaken Mister Mastermind! I am good at it? Remember you were
asking for punishment of your wrong plots that almost killed me? You are the
worst thing ever happened to me and so will be the punishment - Much much
worse.”
“Whaaa....ttt???” Sid’s mouth stretched-open like a western toilet-seat that

Suhani could immerse her entire hand into his mouth, pull out food-pipe, tie it
round his neck and strangle him to death. This could happen only if she was
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“AND YOUR PUNISHMENT IS...” She uttered, gradually squeezing his thighs and
sitting over them and began staring like a starving supernatural witch, ready to
pull out his innards.
She smiled, smiled broader than ever before. Sid noticed a different smile. A smile
which was not on her lips, but in her eyes. A smile which told that she needs to be
cared a lot, loved a lot. A smile which revealed she was out of the pathetic
condition. A smile which was blessing him about her happiness.
“Why are you staring at me like that..?” Sid faltered indistinctly, “As if oven is
staring at marinated chicken.”
“Ahhh Jerk! It’s time for penalties. It’s time for a new course of action, new
direction. Game changed,” She said and had finally grown up this time. She was
doing it all by herself.
Sid was still not sure what she would do next. What was so beautiful in those
eyes, in her smile, on her face that drew his attention... Her beauty was
surrounding his senses. His senses were freezing every second with her closer
face.
Suhani didn’t see his expressions at all, just staring at his neck. She was still
feeling his neck and the beautiful smell of his body. Sid was in no condition to
react. She had pinned his arms on the bed, sitting on his thighs.
Sid responded somehow. He had raised his face a little up, letting her to get on his
neck, right below his chin. Sid’s eyes were closed, and so was Suhani’s. Suhani
traced her soft lips from bottom of his neck to his chin. One, two, three, four, five
and six, she kept on smacking kisses all over his face. She was on and lips were
smacked strong, this time on his lips. Their breath was exchanged and tied the
time their lips met.
“Ummm... What are you doing?” asked Sid, interrupting the exclusive bold
scenes. Sid’s heart was pumping louder just like Sunita Williams in her space
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“Oh! Shut Up Jerk! I am telling your lips a secret that tongue can’t utter.”
“What secret!” Sid’s eye-balls square to her red-rose like lips.
“Your punishment! Now shut your mouth up and let me fire love bullets,” She
began. Inches between their mouths lessened to centimetres. Sid realized how
hard it was give a real hard kiss for the first time to the one you never thought
about. You need to have balls to do that. Distance was now down to millimetres
when she planted a kiss on his lips, first locking his upper one and then his lower
lip. One after another, the process repeated.
She had seen million of bold scenes in movies but practically it was her first bold
scene under real implementation.
Suhani apprehended while she was still on with kissing- “Kiss is expression of love
when dimensions of words fall short to explain it.”
“Okay! Okay!!!! Be slow, baby kisses first,” Sid said, her tongue inside his mouth
muffling his voice.
“If kissing your lips is a crime. You can revenge and kiss mine. Let’s make it a total
crime,” She said. And banged again. This time ultra sloppy kissing, ultra soft, ultra
romantic.
All that reversed in next second. Sid pulled her down and rolled over her. She was
leaning on bed and Sid was leaning on her. Sid blew air on her eyes. Her eyelashes
were feeling the cool breeze blown by Sid, shivering under the thrill. Puffs of air
moved then moved on her forehead, trailed down to the centre of her lips. Her
chest was thumping slow and louder.
Suhani crossed her hands round his neck and their lips touched once again. Sid
touched his lips on her lips the second time.... Pulled his lips a millimetre back...
Sid opened his eyes, looked at her shivering eyelashes so beautiful and heavenly.
Her shy eyes were so silent, yet asking for more love.
“Shoniya.......” she whispered, gasping heavily, feeling his warmth. Shoniya – the
way Avni used to call Sid. Sid loved this unpredictable coincidence.
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“Shhhh!” Sid whispered, placing forefinger over her soft lips, not allowing her to
speak.
Coming close to her ears, he muttered, “
Your beautiful face, and your closed eyes.

All trying to say, our love must rise.
It's your happiness, I'll always preserve.

Whatever will be the route, whatever will be the curve?
So keeping you away, Had an impact in a way.

Our love got strong, that fate finished its play.”
Sid noticed the curve of her lips expanding every microsecond with delivery of
every word.
“Hmmm.....” she hummed softly.
Lips were rubbing, fragrance of her lips mixing with his lips this time. The feeling
was out of the world, out of the galaxy, out of the universe, another thousands
universe. To understand and believe certain things, you need to experience them.
Their lips were melting, tongues were now becoming one. Her hands crawled on
his back and she was now celebrating those moments in his arms. Sid switched off
the table lamp by the side of bed, when she was all lost into a different universe.
A universe in which there was no human figure other than them. So complete in
its own.
Sis’s hand crawled inside her T-shirt. Only pleasant problem was unhooking. Life
would be so much easier without hooks. Love-War had commenced on sacred
bed. It was certainly the war as both had equal chances of winning. Sid too got
excited for the kisses with wild fondling on pink-sheeted bed. But inside he was
scared for that fleeting excitement. FUNNY! What if his cheeks become victim of
her hand all over again next morning? Soon his face was a centimeter close to her
chest and her teeth kind of biting his left ear. There are lots of things girls are
good doing, more than just sit and cry.
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Suhani understood - Relationship is not just about holding hands while you
understand each other. It’s also about not leaving each other’s hand when there
are lots of misunderstandings. Suhani never forced herself to have space in his
life. She knew that person who knows her worth would create one for her. So as
they say, it was never late, and Sid realized her worth and created space for her.
Sid still kept Avni as a big secret. She was still dwelling in some corner of his heart.
Sid could not disclose so, as he desired Suhani to be happy and untouched from
Avni’s shadows. Sid had unlocked a confusing conundrum of ‘Relationship-twists’
- “Few things in a relationship must not be disclosed at any cost, just to bind that
relation. If disclosed mistakenly, cracks might start appearing entailing breakage
as an ultimate fate.”
Their lips were feeling the divine love they had for each other. They were all into a
different planet where life is lived only through kissing and caressing. The
moments were heaven. In that moment they forgot everything, forgot everything
that happened in the past, forgot everything they had planned for future. Forgot
their friends, their family, their job, their turned off table lamp. Sid even forgot he
was in Suhani’s PG. Sid and Suhani forgot everything, just living that moment...
The cryptic question still hung around – Did Suhani forget about ‘Manglik’ thing?
Or if she reveals it, how will Sid react? Will he still accept her?
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Chap 23: The Square of Secrets!
Irregular knocking at the door was a death knell waking Suhani from severe
fatigue. Obviously, she ended up with her balls up on bed. She ran staggeringly
towards the door and eyed through door-lens.
“OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD... Sid, wake up. Sid ... ARGH!” Suhani
mumbled, clenching her teeth as Sid slept embracing a squeezed pink pillow
similar to a porn-star deprived of shag last night.
“Sid you look overwhelmingly sweet, any girl would be tempted for a kiss. But I
won’t,” Suhani smiled, and against her feelings she picked the floor squeegee and
blew hard on his sleeping-butt.
“Ouch! What happened idiot!” Sid croaked, reacting sweet though it was a
perfect ‘Ouch’ moment for him to scare her out. Sid was still in sleep.
“Bull Shit! CARETAKER............... PG’s caretaker is outside dead-shell,” Suhani said

in total shock, sex and horror on the same day.
Throwing away the blanket, Sid sprung semi-nude of the bed and stammered out
scared, “Whha.... Whaa... where should I go....???? Toilet... a better place to
hide.”
“Dumb-ox! Why are you talking like a brainless 5-yr kid? She would flush you in
same toilet. She is a Hitler,” Suhani said dragging him to the window as Sid put on
his wrinkled shirt. She was wearing bed sheet which she adjusted to cover the
maximum. Agreed, girls look more beautiful when shy, and beyond beautiful
when in bed sheet. But, what was the need to hide? They had leftover oral-fun (in
Suhani’s terms) last night.
“Oye!!! Wait wait,” Sid said, while he laid his eyes on ringed-clasp of the window.
Sid broke the clasp off in no time.
“What the hell? Why did you break it? Hitler would add its repair in my monthly
rental.”

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Hurriedly, he cleared of unwanted stuff from clasp. Then he pushed her halfway
out of the same suicidal-window grasping her hands and said, “Now what you
want? You want to suicide or you want Virgin-suicide?”
“VIRGIN SUICIDE???”
“Oh! My sweety-tweety Einstein. Why every time we guys need to elaborate... I

mean you want to suicide or you want to marry this mad-clown?”
“Sid, get me inside. I want to tell you something you are not aware of,” She said,
voice sounding dull as if filled with all the sadness of the world.
Sid was at loss for words. Sid’s head went numb. Sid was terribly blank. The entire
ceiling seemed smashing down on him. Her face seemed blurring. Sid felt her
beautiful eyes suffused with so much of unnamed fear, suffocating him that same
second.
“Tell, Suhani?” Sid asked, his throat almost dried up, feeling skinless and weak on
his legs.
“Siiiiiiddddd....” Her eyes went wet and happiness dropped off her eyelashes.
Sid felt her tears had a mixed weird pain. Weird pain of Sid’s existence and losing
him forever existed at the same time.
Sid softly held her face, wiped her tears and drowned into her deep eyes filled
with so much of innocence and whispered, “Tell Shona...”
“Sid, I am Manglik,” She said, taking her eyes off him.
Sid sighed heavily, “Oh! Really! I don’t believe such trashy stuff.”
“But Sid, people still follow it, means Manglik is not flawed,” Suhani had her eyes
staring desolately on the floor, trying to swallow this indigestible fear.
“Listen my dear Suhani,” Sid cupped her face and locked her in his gaze, “It’s time
to tell ‘The Square of Secrets’ behind Vedic Astrology or horoscope match.

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1. Birth charts giving a permanent imprint of traits associated to a person is
arrant poppycock. Person's characteristics vary according to time, culture and
the environment. So it is not correct to solely determine one's future
behaviour on grounds of birth chart.
2. Person's date and time of birth are crucial factors of birth charts. This means,
twins born at the same time will almost have similar traits and same fate. This
is totally faulty.
3. Astrological predictions are based on movements of planets through different
houses (12 houses corresponding to 12 zodiac signs representing various
energies), whereas absolute prediction would take in account the precise
angles planets had made to one another when person was born. It also
comprises of 7 planets, when total planets in our solar system is nine. Over
that the usage of constellations (or zodiacs), tend to shift after a random count
of years due to drift in the spin-axis of earth. Going by this, stationary star
signs must also shift by one house during this particular count of years, which
never change in birth charts.
4. Varna match: one of the parameters of horoscope match is based on caste
matching. How can caste system defined by Vedas have an impact on
astrology defined my motions of celestial bodies. It’s a paradox.”
“Sid... I am Manglik. Why don’t you understand? I won’t able to forgive myself if
something happens to you.”
“Ssshhhh!” Sid shushed, resting his finger on her hushed lips, “Manglik myth -
They say Manglik attribute of a person is based on the birth charts, and the
Manglik person when marries leads to the death or ill-health of spouse. But
priests say Manglik's post-marriage aftermaths can be resolved, if Manglik is
made to marry a banyan tree or Pipal tree or silver-gold idol of God Vishnu before
solemnization of the actual marriage. This is another absurd contradiction. When
the establishment of Manglik is itself a birth chart designed on the basis of
celestial bodies, then how can marrying a silver-gold Idol of God or anything of
that purpose lead to nullification of post-marriage impacts. If you are considering
celestial objects for the realization of Manglik, at the same time you can't
consider holy God or pipal tree or banyan tree for the resolution of its negative
consequences. If Pipal tree and idol of god have such a massive impact on our
lives and in bettering the life of a Manglik boy or girl, why aren't they regarded
during birth chart creation? Moreover, let’s suppose that Vedic astrology is
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connected to God as well and marrying a God idol is a cure to sanctify ‘Manglik’.
But then, if it’s so, then how can you use ‘Varna’ (Caste matching) parameter
which is grounded on caste system, this is prejudice. Since, all humans are equal
before unbiased God’s eyes.”
“But I believe all this. I can’t risk your life over it. Please Sid, I can’t marry you, I
can’t,” she sobbed all of a sudden. Her eyes said it all. She too wanted to stay with
him forever, but was chained by the fear of losing him. Chained by a tradition so
orthodox that fright had went deep into her nerves, into her heart, into her soul.
“Hmmm.... Listen! No religion, no caste system, no idiotic matches in this whole

damn world can stop us from uniting. If you are Manglik, we will do religious
transformation today. We would follow some other religion or no religion at all.
Then no more Manglik will exist. I believe more in God than in any religion. Our
love is much above all this junk stuff that hinders love from soaring. If God is to
love, religion is to division of love. You get it?” Sid cleaned her face. The
reflections of fear seemed vanishing from her eyes. Sid kissed her eyes that
always pined for his love, “Every man is equal before the Law of God, but all Gods
are not equal before laws created by man. Let the world believe overstated
‘Manglik’ thing with their eyes, but I won’t.”
Listen Suhani-
“Ebbs and flows circle every life,

But remember dear,
My love for you is divine light,
Always showing you path,
Even if I’m missing on your right.
Time may go, Time may change.

People might love, people might hate.
My Love for you,
Will always be God,
Will always be Great...”

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- Feelings came out of Sid in form of poetic prose, though his every word was
dwarf against the feelings he had for Suhani.
“Hmmm... But I am not interested in you. So better luck with some other girl
honey...”said Suhani. Loud knocking at the door was still live. Sid pouted, totally
frustrated. He screwed up with the damn laws for her, and she just wanted to get
nailed. For once, Sid wanted to push her from the window at her disagreement.
“Marriages are made in heaven. What if marriages are made with heaven,”
Suhani winked.
“Bull shuck! You almost killed me. I never know when you’re joking and when
you’re serious. Made up your mind for wedding? Think once again.”
“Yup... When God has given one life, why think twice?” Suhani whispered close to
his ears, smacking kisses one after another on every square inch of his face, “But I
will discuss terms of your surrender sometime later.”
Though kisses had terrible stench of beer which saluted his nostrils, yet smell was
floating like first autumn breeze carrying fresh rose petals. Sid held her left hand
and slipped insanely-invented ring (out of clasp) into her ring-finger. “Ring is the
only mysterious thing with neither start nor end and so is our relation,” Sid
smiled. She smiled broader than Sid’s smile, and the Sun outside smiled broader
than their smile.
“Love you, Sid!” Suhani melted her strawberry lips on his clean-shaved cheeks.
“Love you too, Suhani...”
“One thing Sid, you are a serious specimen of stable adult? How could you control
your towering excitement last night?”
“O shut up!” Sid planted a kiss-shot on her morning-fresh lips, all in a blink of her
eyes. They kind of rubbed their nose suffused with care and affection for each
other. A surprise hug from her was all he wanted right now.

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“Suhani.... Suhani.... WAKE UP!!!!!!” a loud masculine voice from ‘Al-Qaeda’ kind
of lady shouted from other side of door. Sid laughed out loud from persistent
knocking, and said “Bold scenes last longer when nobody enters your business.
And so is any relation.”
“Hurry up! Hurry up! Go piggy shit, go now...” Suhani said, laughing unbeatably
inside. Yeah! She didn’t notify Sid that he forgot wearing his jeans. She was a
prankster darling after all.
In no time, she stretched open bed-sheet that draped along her and their skinny
hug was on for the next ten slow long seconds. No unhooking required this time
as she wore nothing. The sensation was romantic, awesome, amazing, first class,
business class, VIP class. A tight long hug fulfilled something beyond his wishes.
That too - inside the same bed sheet. That was Supernatural, of course.
“How should I go darling?” Thumping at the door was not yet over.
“Darling my foot...” Suhani said with a naughty smile and twinkling eyes.
“NOW WHAT?”
She outstretched her right hand, and winked while citing him the same ‘old-is-
gold’ sort of lifeless pole from which he came climbing last night.
Shit-Shit-Shit! Same deadly pole...Mommmiiieeeee! Naaah! Noooooo... NOT

AGAIN!
The ‘Square’ of four abnormal nodes – 1. Suhani 2. Aditya 3. Avni 4. Me (Sid), was
interlinked by ‘sequential secrets’ contrived by psychic me. Thus shaping a
‘Square of secrets’ that had handsomely turned Suhani’s life topsy-turvy. Weirdly
enough, another ‘Square of secrets’ behind some dumb horoscope match helped
me bring her life back in order.
Whatever! The trouble was - I was surviving the same shaky pole in an awesome
return travel. Who says Love is a pleasant Experience...

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“So, what do you think Suhani? Has our story ended?” I shouted, trying to
gymnastically endure the wobbly pole halfway down.
She stared intently at me, smiled and bellowed, “My dear sweetheart, the story
starts now....”
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1. The Deception Point.

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PULL THE CHAIN! PULL THE DAMN CHAIN!

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“Cchhooo....chwwweettttt...,” cooed Suhani, moving his chin back and forth as if

“WHHHHAAAAAAAAAATTT...?” Sid shouted nervously out. “Are you out of your

“NO. My mind is out of me!”

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“Where are you taking me?” she asked, notoriously.

“SHUT UP. Now let me drive car...”

“Pleashhheee come close Shhhid...”

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CHHHATTTTTTTTTTTTTT....!!! H.e.r.e...i.t...w.a.s...It resounded in the whole room.

Sending you two capsules of hypnotic drug.

“But….. But… Listen to me once…”

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Chapter 3 – Table Had Turned!

“Whaaaa......aa....ttt?” Ady stammered. Flustered, like any big-spectacled nerd

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“What happened? I hope everything is fine.”

“I’ll tell you later. Get ready and pick me up.”

Addiction of girls is the most intoxicated drug,

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“Very funny!” Suhani said curtly.

“Why the heck there are no grab-rails on your bike?”

“Hehehe... Okay,” she smiled shyly, clutching his shoulders.

“Naaaah..! It is for the first time. I can’t take risk.”

“Ahaaaan... I can understand. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me.”

“Bloody romance-king! He never allowed anyone to know how romantic he is,”

“Something disgusting happened on Saturday night. I just hate him now.”

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“Hieee! Just slight mood swings... Now, I am fine.”

“Ahan! Kiddo, trying to challenge a mentally-challenged person? I will rise to this

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“WHA....AAATTTTT? You mean to say you were missing me?”

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“Merciless mood-swinger... As in???”

She chuckled, “But I like the way you flirt.”

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“You are looking freaking hot, Suhani,” complimented Taniya.

“Ohhhhh! My bluffed buns! I forgot something....” exclaimed Taniya and back-