Trapped...!

Nikhil saw his boss pass by his cabin. He was going towards hers, again. He had decided to do something about it even though it put his job on risk. He dialled her number and hoped she’d pick up the phone. As soon as she accepted the call, the boss reached opened the door to her cabin.

She kept sitting there, with a stern look on her face.

‘Ritika, I suppose you didn’t get my message.’ He asked.

‘What message?’ she asked back, surprised.

‘I sent the clerk to inform you to be in my cabin when I returned after lunch!’ 

‘I’m here right now, what can I do for you?’ she thought, what now?

‘Ah! You know what YOU can do very well but what you don’t know is what I can do.’ He replied, cheerfully.

‘I beg your pardon?’ she asked, confused, God! He is talking crazy again. Who appointed this drunkard!

‘I just got to know about your brother’s accident. I hear he needs to be operated.’ He spoke with fake concern on his face.

‘Yes, you heard it right, but that’s none of your business.’ She was shocked, but she managed to not show it.

‘But I want to help you! I can arrange the money required for the operation. INR 150000, is that right?’ He said, earnestly.

‘Yes, but I don’t need your help. Now if you will excuse me, I have a lot of work to do.’ Take help from you and screw you in return? Do I look that stupid to not figure out what your friendly talk means? She thought, annoyed.

‘You know what; the biggest problem with you is that you don’t listen to people.  The loan you have applied for, from the company, won’t be sanctioned until I sign the reference note. So as a matter of fact, you do need my help.’ His eyes were shining as he spoke.

‘And why wouldn’t you sign a piece of paper that wouldn’t cost you anything but would cost my brother his life?’ She asked, taken aback and disgusted at the same time.

‘Well, I’ll be more than happy to sign it for you, just come to my office with the paper. You can get the paper from my assistant. And yes, JUST THE PAPER.’ He spoke those words with a pause.

‘Wait, I’ll get it right now, just give me a minute.’ What’s on his mind now? Well, if he is doing it without any offer that he makes usually, that’s all the more good for me. She thought as she stood up.

‘Oh, no no no. I wouldn’t want to disturb you. Come by at 5, I’ve got some things to discuss too.’ He reached by her side and motioned her to sit.

‘But the office time gets over by 4:30!’ So, here’s the loophole, she thought.

He leaned in the table, his face a few inches away from her and spoke very slowly and clearly, ‘Yes but it’s very crowded, I don’t want to be disturbed. And remember, come with JUST THE PAPER, there should be nothing else WITH YOU OR ON YOU. See you, then!’ He left as she sat there dumbfounded.

‘What the hell...!’ the colour drained from Nikhil's face. I’m not letting you get away with this, you jerk, he thought to himself as he saw him pass by his cabin, smiling smugly.

He looked at his phone, put the record button to stop and cut the call. He made his way to her cabin. We’ll get rid of him soon, he thought, smiling.

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Martyred...!

He saw his mother. 

He was covered with mud and his mother was laughing heartily. 'Oh my God Rishabh, I can't stop laughing! How did this happen?' She asked, holding her stomach tight, grinning widely.
'I... I fell in the puddle while rescuing a puppy.'
'Oh, is the puppy safe now?'
'Yes, ma.'
'Come here now.'
She pulled his cheeks lovingly. He re-lived that sensation.

He saw his father.

He had the trophy in his hand. His father was beaming with pride. He could barely contain himself and picked him up in his hands. He felt the joy in his eyes.

He saw his sister.

He brought gifts for everybody except his sister. She was upset and angry beyond measures.
The door bell rang. She opened the door and saw a brand new Vespa. The tears in her eyes weren't stopping as she looked at him smiling broadly. He could see that smile.

He saw his wife.

He was leaving for his pre-war training. He wouldn't see her for two years now, but she wasn't crying. She put tilaka on his forehead like the queens did in the ancient times when their kings lefts for the wars. She said, 'I am proud of being your wife. Victory shall accompany you back home.' and hugged him tight. He could feel the warmth of that hug.

He opened his eyes and the bullet touched his heart. He sacrificed his life for the nation, smiling.

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Coward...!

The void inside me was yet to be fulfilled. Although, he had entered into my life, he still hadn't entered my soul.

I kept giving him the signs, the signs of love, but he denied their existence by mere ignorance.

I was hoping that one day, he would be brave enough to accept what he had been avoiding so far, but he turned out to be a coward.

I leaned on the shoulder of my best mate who had been helping me through the trauma of this ongoing misery, as he caressed my head with his hand.

I knew he loved me, but I kept denying the existence of his love by mere ignorance. I was a coward too...!

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Squared...!

The storm was thunderous. His cottage was barely holding up. He sat on an old rocking chair. A glass of beer kept him warm. Thunder was the only source of light that night.

Suddenly the door jerked open. A manly figure stood there. With no light falling on him, he seemed like a shadow.

"Who's there?" He asked, irritated.

"I know." said a blank voice.

"What do you know? Is this some kind of joke? What do you want? Who are you?" His annoyance increased.

"I know you were responsible for that fire." the voice boomed, with no movement in the figure.

"Wh..wh..what? What fire?! Who are you?" He stammered, getting scared.

"I was there, when you lit that match." 

"What do you want to shut up? I'll pay you whatever you quote. Just name it." He spoke hurriedly, sitting up straight.

"Are you sure? You'll pay whatever I ask?" Asked the man in the shadows.

"Yes! Take it and be gone. Let me get my chequebook." He replied, relieved.

"I don't think that would be required." The voice echoed with hatred.

"What do you mean? Do you want cash? I just have 50 thousand in hand. I'll get you the rest tomorrow. So how much do you want?" He said, waiting for the other man to reply.

"I want what I lost. Nothing more."

"Fine! How much do I owe you?" He was irritated, again.

"You cost me my life. It's time to pay back." Snapped back the shadow and disappeared.

Headlines next day-

"Lightning struck a cottage. Burned to ashes."

Nostalgia 🂥💥

She reached for the pot to get herself a drink. The sky was cloudy as she looked out of the aperture beside the pot.
As she looked at the sky, she saw a pigeon fly his way to the rear of the aperture and settling itself on a stony patch. It kept moving restlessly like parading, waiting for someone or something to happen. As she watched it for a minute, nothing changed except the colour of the sky. From cloudy blue it changed to a dark and shady grey, pointing to the arrival of a storm. Her shabby clothes were the only source of warmth in the dingy cave, with the speeding squall. She felt the chills when the first gush of cold air hit her. She once again looked out to see the pigeon.  The pigeon was still tramping when another pigeon flew by its side and they both chatted for a while and then they relaxed. A shiver passed down her spine when she saw what the pigeon was waiting for. Memories flashed back into her mind to remind her, how her parents had died for her survival last monsoon. If only she wouldn't have gone wandering out in the woods with the storm coming. The haunting realisation brought back the feeling of loneness and depression. She was too young to have lost so much and so early.
A rustle at the outside brought her back to life. She turned her attention there to find her only source of happiness wagging its tail. She took her dog outside and sat down at the ledge facing the storm opening to a beautifully dangerous valley clouded with water balloons ready to burst. She looked over to the mesmerising waterfall and other people around it, at the opposite side. The water she wanted to taste and savour, which took her outside that night and put an end to her happiness. She looked at her confidant and sighed as the first drop of the rain fell down from her eye. 

Moonstrucked!!

He gazed at her, she was looking at the horizon. Then she started walking towards the ocean, he traced her steps. She sang a melancholy tune to match with the harmony of the waves. He ran, closing behind her but he felt like he could never reach her. Suddenly, the ocean rumbled, waves turned uptight, enraged with the rumbling. She was still walking towards the ocean. He started screaming, terror stricken, but his voice was caught in his mouth, he couldn't speak. A huge torrent made way to the shore, he covered his face and waited for it to clear out. His eyes were closed but suddenly there was an eerie silence. He opened his bloodshot eyes to find himself in his bed. She was gone. 

The Real Fighter!!!

She looked at her house one last time.. It was the place she had grown up, she had first walked, she had first talked.. And today.. She was leaving it.. She could give anything to stay in that place, but not her self respect.. She grew to know that people who seem so caring on the outside are trained by the chameleons.. That the society started from home and when her inmates didn't respect her, what could she expect from the outsiders.. Maybe this was the punishment of being molested by a Relative.. She had decided to fight.. And to leave her 'Home' was the first step..!!!