Midnight Whispers (short stories collection) - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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The bag in her hand fell on the ground with thud as she stared at the closed door with unshed tears. Her eyes became red and her throat made a weird sound of choke as the last ounce of her hopes were smashed against the walls of her hearts with an intensity that she thinks they would hardly get up again.
A loud groan and 'fuck' was heard before everything went to an iry of silence. despite the large corridor, and the large room she could hear their harsh breathing. She can imagine, him pulling out of her and pulling out of their supposed future. She can imagine him removing his condom ----if he even bothered to wore any---- and throwing it in the dustbin. She could hear him getting up and zipping up his pants. She could hear her whining ---asking even--- where was he going after there hot session. She can hear him shouting 'it was a mistake'.
mistake
mistake.
She wanted to go back to her home. She wanted to never come back to this city ever again. She wanted never to surprise him. She wanted never to celebrate his birthday with him. She wanted to go back in time and change this all. She wanted to find what had she done to ever deserve this.
'I want you to wait, I need some time Avi.'
'I need some time'
'I need some time'
That's it! It had to be the reason, that she never let him touch her. It had to be the reason that she never let him kiss her in their three years of relationship, let alone 'fuck' her.
It has to be it!
If not this what was the reason.
And suddenly, she was curious. She was curious to know, who was She. Curious to know what she had she did not. Was she too plain? Was she a little too funny? Was she too --as his friends called her--- behenji type? Was she too orthodox? Was she too bold? was it because she was too religious to not let him play with her body? Or was she simply not his type?
With the questions, her curiosity died down, now taking a place with relief. A huge sense of relief took over her as she continued to think how she clearly rejected his advance of wanting to --Fuck her--- make love to her, saying she will be intimate only after their marriage. A relief that she never kissed him let alone----
I need some time
I need some time
After that came the anger. A huge wave of anger hit her. Was she this much gullible that he thought, that when she would be away from him --supposedly enjoying her cousin's wedding-- he would be fucking some girl --she still don't know name of-- in Malik's house.
Her feelings confused. Just like her. They repeated themselves in cycle. Shock, anger, curiosity, betrayal, and..... numbness.
The door opened, as he came out with a cigarette in his mouth, his t-shirt dangling on his shoulder, his pant hung low on his waist.
'I don't change for anyone Jaana, but I will, only for you.'
And he did. He did change --no lie in that-- he won't even look at any other girl, let alone touch them. How did this even happened?! Previously, there were doubts in her mind, that maybe... just maybe he was drunk. But looking at him now, she knew...
oh! she knew
It was not a unintended mistake.
He paused, and looked up. His red eyes widened as the cigarette left his mouth and hit is chest from the burning side. He did not even flinched. He looked at her, shocked at first, which soon changed into oh fuck!.
We stood and looked at each other.
"Urvi..." He whispered. It sounded sin. It sounded like a lie from his sinned mouth. She wondered what he must be doing with his mouth?
Disgust creeped her heart like never before. She scrunched her nose at the distasteful thought. And her one action was enough to break his trance of guilt and self pity, he took a step toward her and she took a step back.
"Don't" She choked but continued. "Don't even come near me."
She wanted to hide somewhere and cry and cry and cry.
She don't love him. But she was loyal. She liked him a lot, she wanted time but she never once thought of being disloyal to him.
It felt like she was the only one in that didn't worth it relation.
"I- I-I..." She waited for him to speak something, but even after some time he can't get the courage. Hell! he don't even had the courage to look into her eyes.
This girl, he loved.
This girl, he could give his everything for.
It sounded so pathetic, even to himself.
"What were you doing inside?" She asked, knowing the answer.
She need to be strong.
He closed his eyes. A few tear drop fell from his eyes. He knew, everything was over, he knew he was, yet again, alone in this world. He knew. But he can't help the desperate need to save his life from falling apart.
"I.. I was.." How will he answer. How will he tell her he was cheating on her. Doesn't matter first and last time or not.
"Let me tell you." She said, a new fire blazing in her eyes. No one has ever seen her this... furious. "Let me tell you, you piece of shit, you were fucking someone, who has similar taste as yours. You were having the time of your life, while I was travelling around trying to find ways to how to convince my family how to accept you despite our caste and status difference. You were giving someone the rights, which I thought belonged to me." Oh! how stupid was she. She rubbed her forehead, as she sobbed aloud.
"N.. No Jaana.."
"Don't call me that, don't call me a name my papa gave me." She bellowed. "I never gave anyone right to call me that, not even my brother, and you... you misused my love, my liking, my loyalty for you."
"What were you trying to prove?! HUH.." She asked ---shouted indeed---- "What were you trying to prove, when you said you love me, and you will wait for me. If you can't keep it in your pants, why would you promise me." She cried loudly.
She wanted to hit him so hard. but she didn't wanted to taint her hands. God knows what they were doing.
He stood silently having no answer, head bowed down in shame. He wanted to tell her it was all a mistake. He wanted to prove to her what she saw was nothing, but a slip of leg, but he had fallen. He did it anyway, no matter if the reason was her life.
He didn't raise his head. He can't. After doing something that atrocious, how can he?!
"No answer." She asked... told. "I will give you the answer. You son of a man whore, was trying to tell me and the world, that exactly why they say, fruit does not fall far from its parental tree. You were showing me why you are called son of that bitch you call a father. You were showing that you have the DNA of that man in you.... y..."
"NO" He shouted. And for the first time raised his head. He didn't liked being compared to that man. He fucking hated it. "D... Don't say this please, I... I agree I did wrong, but I am not him, I... I am not him." His breathing became ragged. How did he stooped so low.
'don't compare yourself with that filthy man Avi, he doesn't deserve any feeling from you, even if it is some hate.'
She had told him that when he had told her that maybe he was like this father, who repeatedly cheated on his mother. How can he forget this, even if it was heat of the moment!
Oh God! How will he face his mother....
"YES.." She shouted. "Yes you were right when you told me maybe you were like that man, yes.. y...you were."
She wailed loudly. Her life had plummet to ground. At least she can give him reality check. She dropped on her knees and cried loudly. He wanted to hug her, but he can't. He understood the intensity of the damage he had done. He knew it from the moment she started cursing.
She never curses.
"I.. I am s..sorry jan... Urvi, let's talk this out, let's work this out please, Urvi, I can't live wi....."
"You know we are over Advait. You knew it the moment you were inside her." He closed his eyes, as he choked over his tears. He knew it. But he can't seem to accept it. No.... No they will work this out. No they will work this out for sure. He will explain, he will fucking beg on his knees, he will fucking kiss her feet, and will remain under her feet forever if she wants. He just can't let her go.
He bent down to her level.
"I am sorry Urvi. I swear, it will never happen again, it will not. I swear on Maa, Urvi, I will never let myself slip ever again. I swear to you, I swear, Urvi please.. We... we can work this out. I will not even look at anyone else. I will not even raise my head to any other female."
Oh god! Why just why... only after he fucked up he came to knew that he can't live without her.
He knew it before, but now it feels like he will het a fucking heart attack any time.
"You are right." Urvi said, breathing deeply, to calm herself down. "It will never happen again." His eyes shone with glimmer of hope. "It won't happen because, there is no us anymore."
It was what he feared. It was what he dreaded.
"N...No..." She got up and so did he. She picked the bag and smiled. She had brought him a gift. A gift she was preparing for three years, and what did it worth? A broken heart, and a broken soul.
She was only twenty, and thought that they will be each others forever.
Just how stupid was she?!
She took out his birthday gift. She was so excited when she boarded the plane from Delhi to Pune, thinking, he will be so excited and surprised seeing her there for his birthday.
At the end of the day she was the one who got surprised.
She took the gift.
An Album...
Album she made for him. It had all the precious moments they had when they were together.
She tore it, page by page.. piece by piece.... photo by photo... she tore it just like his hope. He cried seeing.
She slapped them on his face.
"Your birthday gift." She said. "Happy Birthday Advait."
And she left
She left.
He bent down to pick the remnant piece of the beautiful handmade album.
A torn paper was all he saw.
"Three years down, A Life time to go ."
A loud groan and 'fuck' was heard before everything went to an iry of silence. despite the large corridor, and the large room she could hear their harsh breathing. She can imagine, him pulling out of her and pulling out of their supposed future. She can imagine him removing his condom ----if he even bothered to wore any---- and throwing it in the dustbin. She could hear him getting up and zipping up his pants. She could hear her whining ---asking even--- where was he going after there hot session. She can hear him shouting 'it was a mistake'.
mistake
mistake.
She wanted to go back to her home. She wanted to never come back to this city ever again. She wanted never to surprise him. She wanted never to celebrate his birthday with him. She wanted to go back in time and change this all. She wanted to find what had she done to ever deserve this.
'I want you to wait, I need some time Avi.'
'I need some time'
'I need some time'
That's it! It had to be the reason, that she never let him touch her. It had to be the reason that she never let him kiss her in their three years of relationship, let alone 'fuck' her.
It has to be it!
If not this what was the reason.
And suddenly, she was curious. She was curious to know, who was She. Curious to know what she had she did not. Was she too plain? Was she a little too funny? Was she too --as his friends called her--- behenji type? Was she too orthodox? Was she too bold? was it because she was too religious to not let him play with her body? Or was she simply not his type?
With the questions, her curiosity died down, now taking a place with relief. A huge sense of relief took over her as she continued to think how she clearly rejected his advance of wanting to --Fuck her--- make love to her, saying she will be intimate only after their marriage. A relief that she never kissed him let alone----
I need some time
I need some time
After that came the anger. A huge wave of anger hit her. Was she this much gullible that he thought, that when she would be away from him --supposedly enjoying her cousin's wedding-- he would be fucking some girl --she still don't know name of-- in Malik's house.
Her feelings confused. Just like her. They repeated themselves in cycle. Shock, anger, curiosity, betrayal, and..... numbness.
The door opened, as he came out with a cigarette in his mouth, his t-shirt dangling on his shoulder, his pant hung low on his waist.
'I don't change for anyone Jaana, but I will, only for you.'
And he did. He did change --no lie in that-- he won't even look at any other girl, let alone touch them. How did this even happened?! Previously, there were doubts in her mind, that maybe... just maybe he was drunk. But looking at him now, she knew...
oh! she knew
It was not a unintended mistake.
He paused, and looked up. His red eyes widened as the cigarette left his mouth and hit is chest from the burning side. He did not even flinched. He looked at her, shocked at first, which soon changed into oh fuck!.
We stood and looked at each other.
"Urvi..." He whispered. It sounded sin. It sounded like a lie from his sinned mouth. She wondered what he must be doing with his mouth?
Disgust creeped her heart like never before. She scrunched her nose at the distasteful thought. And her one action was enough to break his trance of guilt and self pity, he took a step toward her and she took a step back.
"Don't" She choked but continued. "Don't even come near me."
She wanted to hide somewhere and cry and cry and cry.
She don't love him. But she was loyal. She liked him a lot, she wanted time but she never once thought of being disloyal to him.
It felt like she was the only one in that didn't worth it relation.
"I- I-I..." She waited for him to speak something, but even after some time he can't get the courage. Hell! he don't even had the courage to look into her eyes.
This girl, he loved.
This girl, he could give his everything for.
It sounded so pathetic, even to himself.
"What were you doing inside?" She asked, knowing the answer.
She need to be strong.
He closed his eyes. A few tear drop fell from his eyes. He knew, everything was over, he knew he was, yet again, alone in this world. He knew. But he can't help the desperate need to save his life from falling apart.
"I.. I was.." How will he answer. How will he tell her he was cheating on her. Doesn't matter first and last time or not.
"Let me tell you." She said, a new fire blazing in her eyes. No one has ever seen her this... furious. "Let me tell you, you piece of shit, you were fucking someone, who has similar taste as yours. You were having the time of your life, while I was travelling around trying to find ways to how to convince my family how to accept you despite our caste and status difference. You were giving someone the rights, which I thought belonged to me." Oh! how stupid was she. She rubbed her forehead, as she sobbed aloud.
"N.. No Jaana.."
"Don't call me that, don't call me a name my papa gave me." She bellowed. "I never gave anyone right to call me that, not even my brother, and you... you misused my love, my liking, my loyalty for you."
"What were you trying to prove?! HUH.." She asked ---shouted indeed---- "What were you trying to prove, when you said you love me, and you will wait for me. If you can't keep it in your pants, why would you promise me." She cried loudly.
She wanted to hit him so hard. but she didn't wanted to taint her hands. God knows what they were doing.
He stood silently having no answer, head bowed down in shame. He wanted to tell her it was all a mistake. He wanted to prove to her what she saw was nothing, but a slip of leg, but he had fallen. He did it anyway, no matter if the reason was her life.
He didn't raise his head. He can't. After doing something that atrocious, how can he?!
"No answer." She asked... told. "I will give you the answer. You son of a man whore, was trying to tell me and the world, that exactly why they say, fruit does not fall far from its parental tree. You were showing me why you are called son of that bitch you call a father. You were showing that you have the DNA of that man in you.... y..."
"NO" He shouted. And for the first time raised his head. He didn't liked being compared to that man. He fucking hated it. "D... Don't say this please, I... I agree I did wrong, but I am not him, I... I am not him." His breathing became ragged. How did he stooped so low.
'don't compare yourself with that filthy man Avi, he doesn't deserve any feeling from you, even if it is some hate.'
She had told him that when he had told her that maybe he was like this father, who repeatedly cheated on his mother. How can he forget this, even if it was heat of the moment!
Oh God! How will he face his mother....
"YES.." She shouted. "Yes you were right when you told me maybe you were like that man, yes.. y...you were."
She wailed loudly. Her life had plummet to ground. At least she can give him reality check. She dropped on her knees and cried loudly. He wanted to hug her, but he can't. He understood the intensity of the damage he had done. He knew it from the moment she started cursing.
She never curses.
"I.. I am s..sorry jan... Urvi, let's talk this out, let's work this out please, Urvi, I can't live wi....."
"You know we are over Advait. You knew it the moment you were inside her." He closed his eyes, as he choked over his tears. He knew it. But he can't seem to accept it. No.... No they will work this out. No they will work this out for sure. He will explain, he will fucking beg on his knees, he will fucking kiss her feet, and will remain under her feet forever if she wants. He just can't let her go.
He bent down to her level.
"I am sorry Urvi. I swear, it will never happen again, it will not. I swear on Maa, Urvi, I will never let myself slip ever again. I swear to you, I swear, Urvi please.. We... we can work this out. I will not even look at anyone else. I will not even raise my head to any other female."
Oh god! Why just why... only after he fucked up he came to knew that he can't live without her.
He knew it before, but now it feels like he will het a fucking heart attack any time.
"You are right." Urvi said, breathing deeply, to calm herself down. "It will never happen again." His eyes shone with glimmer of hope. "It won't happen because, there is no us anymore."
It was what he feared. It was what he dreaded.
"N...No..." She got up and so did he. She picked the bag and smiled. She had brought him a gift. A gift she was preparing for three years, and what did it worth? A broken heart, and a broken soul.
She was only twenty, and thought that they will be each others forever.
Just how stupid was she?!
She took out his birthday gift. She was so excited when she boarded the plane from Delhi to Pune, thinking, he will be so excited and surprised seeing her there for his birthday.
At the end of the day she was the one who got surprised.
She took the gift.
An Album...
Album she made for him. It had all the precious moments they had when they were together.
She tore it, page by page.. piece by piece.... photo by photo... she tore it just like his hope. He cried seeing.
She slapped them on his face.
"Your birthday gift." She said. "Happy Birthday Advait."
And she left
She left.
He bent down to pick the remnant piece of the beautiful handmade album.
A torn paper was all he saw.
"Three years down, A Life time to go ."
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