My First short story :) : Just a try

He found her when she was heartbroken, upset, angry, frustrated and didn’t have an interest to live her life any further.  She lost the excitement to face the hurdles in life. All she needed was a shot of her very special drug mixed with poison that would kill her with the essence of pleasure that the drug would provide her. She didn’t know the façade of her existence. The only person who made her feel complete had left her since she was expecting a baby. Is it too harmful for a girl to expect a baby and get her heart broken by her partner, who is supposedly the baby’s father? She was hurt, so damn hurt that she would impeccably endeavor death. Why do they do this? Just for an hour of pleasure they don’t care about the life of a child that they are intentionally ruining.

He found her in one of the banks of Ganga.  He wasn’t sure if he should touch her and check if she needed any kind of help. But once he saw her, he gazed at her beauty. How immaculately did almighty designed women? He thought. It was inscrutable for him to understand her pain. After much thinking he lifted her, carried her home instead of the nearest police station. He knew he would get himself fired by his seniors if they would ever come to know about the step he took. Was it lust? Or was it a feeling that we all know to be the four magical lettered word ‘love’. The definitions of love are at times too prolix to understand. Some have even experienced it to the core, “the outcome is very complex” as some of them may conclude and for the rest of the world it’s just a feeling that lasts for a temporary time and lives you nowhere but in the air, you fall, you die. He tried to wake her up but she didn’t. when he could find no way but take strict actions against her will and take care of her, he called the only woman at his house , his sister to take care of her, get her semi wet clothes changed and call for a doctor. His sister was a gentle lady; she took care of everything that could make the stranger feel uncomfortable.

The doctor is believed to be the messenger of the god who cures your illness with pills and then kills you with the bills. He prescribed medicines, injected antidotes, charged his fees and left. He was there, beside her always till she finally woke up after a number of countless hours. He wasn’t an inch inquisitive about her story. If he would want he could just screw her like the rest of the world both mentally as well as physically. He could have taken her to a nearby hospital and hand over her to his boss, who would in return pay him a handsome amount and a better position in the kind of work they dealt with. Was it lust? Lust takes great shape in a person’s head and comes out striking from the most inexpressible part of one’s body. Lust can make people reach any extent and quench their physical thirst. Was the same thing happening with him and he wanted to keep her with him just because he loved her body and getting her recover was another chance he wanted to prove it to his soul that he is expert in his work. Needless to say he didn’t do anything of that sort. And took care of her till she was alright enough to go back and decide her life.

She woke up; found herself in a completely different world. A world that had no high class centralized air conditioner or huge number of cosmetics on the dressing table, the sweet smell of room fresheners, the cozy bed she slept on, the blanket, the soft pillows and a lot of other things. This was different, this world sent chills over her spine and she tried to recall what had happened to her after she shot herself with a heavy dose of lysergic acid diethylamide. Was she safe her? Perhaps safer than the rest of the places in the world, she didn’t knew. But she was scared to see a guy sitting by her, who by any probability doesn’t looks like the one she had been dating for years. The one who broke her heart, the one who intentionally backed off after he came to know, she was expecting a baby.

He was no way aware of any of this fact. To him, she was just another girl who happened to be one of the best examples of beauty; he ever came across in his entire lifetime. Love at first sight? Was it happening to him? The answer was uncertain but it wasn’t hard to understand the feelings he was having in his head and the soft corner for her that he had already grown, with his actions. The world is a strange place; some very exuberantly rejects his own baby, some exuberantly accepts a stranger, keeps them at their home, pays for their treatment. But trust me this world is selfish place, no one does a job selflessly. Behind every single living entity, heir works a negative force called “selfishness”. You may not agree to it but yes it exists. Without being selfish, one cannot excel in life; and who doesn’t wants to achieve their dreams.

She started asking a lot of questions; how did he find her? Who changed her clothes? Why is she there? Did he inform her boyfriend? And a lot of other questions as you may know if you would have been in a same situation like that. He was not an inch surprised with her reactions but somewhere deep in his heart the word ‘boyfriend’ did make an impact. What could he have done? It was very obvious for someone like her to already have a very charming, ideal and handsome partner; little did he know about her past. He made his mind, kept calm and decided to take care of her till her boyfriend comes and takes her with him to his castle. He treated her like a princess. He asked her to know how she reached the banks of the river. She narrated him the tale. The tale that was beautiful. The tale that didn’t had a word that would make anyone feel the pain that she had gone through. Yes, she made up the story , she never wanted to let people know; how the father of her child betrayed her after she was a month or two pregnant and needed maximum care and support.

He kept quiet; he smiled as she narrated him, her tale. Only he knew what he was going through mentally, but why? Was it love? How come someone who is cruel enough to sell girls in the market fall in love with the same entity he sells to earn his living? Was it a dream? No, perhaps not. He was into the most deceiving yet beautiful thing in the world; love. A love that instantly happened when he carried her home, a love that had no explanation of how, when and where? The expressions and actions of a twenty six year old woman made him fall in love. He couldn’t believe it. He regretted the times he made fun of his friends whom he had seen go crazy for their girls and even spend time being depressed and down for countless time. He regretted the times he abused his friends for being such a romantic fool and let girl’s screw their happiness where as to him girls were only for losing virginity with and have a moment of pleasure with. Isn’t it amazing to know that ‘love’ is such a magical thing that can make you blind and make you feel as if you are on the top of the world for a moment and the next moment you can even reach the depths of hell and never rise back again?

She stayed with him, till she was better enough to walk away. Her so called ‘prince of her tale’ never came to take her back home. She told him the problems truthfully this time. She told him about the baby she was expecting. She told him about the countless times she had tried to kill herself. He tried to console her. He tried to make her feel better.  He watched her cry during the night’s deepest darkness. She wanted to go back home, but every time he asked her about her home, she kept quiet. They say “if you stay with a person for too long, you gradually grow feelings for them, especially when you are heartbroken and the other person is giving you too much of attention”. He was sure he is in love. He was sure he didn’t require screwing her the way he screwed most of the other women’s life. He was sure; this is the best thing that could happen to him. He already dreamt of being the ‘prince’ and spends the entire life with her.

But as they again say, after every cloud, comes the rain, after every happiness there comes a phase of life that is not as happy as the rest of the feeling that you grew for your better half. There came a day when, she came across the person she had spent her entire lifetime with till so far. The person, who easily betrayed her knowing that she was expecting a baby. The person she dreamt about for more than the number of times she slept in a day. She wanted to run back to him. Grab him by his collar, apologize and request him to accept her back. Only then did she see the woman, standing by him holding his hands. “Really? How dare she touch my guy? ”she thought. She wanted to approach them and punish the woman for holding her guy’s hands. She wanted to shout at her and drive her away from him. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that she had already reached the edge of the staircase. And till she could pull herself back and balance her body, she fell. She fell from the top of the stairs, rolled down through the stair cases and by the time she reached the last stair that touched the ground. She was engrossed by the sleep. The sleep was as deep as the crevasses of a hell. The sleep, from which she would never wake up again.

He came running towards her. He lifted her soft body, rushed towards the nearest hospital he could find. Exasperated, imbecile, he didn’t knew what could he had done to save her life. He prayed hard, probably the first time in his life. But, god never listened to his prayers. She was no more. She was in a better world, where probably pain doesn’t exist. He enquired about the baby she was expecting. Unfortunately, even the little thing couldn’t survive the pain, when the mother fell and took her last breaths. He lost himself, while finding her. He lost his interest in everything. And now that he knew what love actually is. He spends most of the time with the drug she used, in the bank of river Ganga expecting DEATH to kiss him exactly the way it kissed her.