new FF arshi - drenched in the rain of agony - Page 2

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oh yes,definitely worth continuing, do so pal,i luv evrythg dat makes me smile. n dat ENGLISH bit made me smile! 👏

part 1

Her eyes widens as she recollects the old man's words. Still struggling to internalize the fact, she smiles feebly at the strange confused faces near the old man. Has ever anyone's happiness swept away pushing them into the deep ditches of ultimate darkness, she wondered. A step ahead and she is lost. Lost to unlock the long back closed doors of memories. Taunting yet cherished, bitter yet sweet memories, each like a droplet of rain fell on face to join an ocean of memories. She don't have a memory of what they spoke but the day her eyes fell on the fading pages of his dreadful life glowed afresh and alive. She took a step back from the group of tourist, and slyly let out to unlock the door of past and unleash the bottled days of life.

"I don't understand what you say" yelled a scorching voice from her side. Her dupatta got itself tangled with a man's shirt button, the stout, bald, old man with pot belly glared at her as she struggled removing her dupatta, cursing each passing second for the delay. Finally she let her dupatta free from his shirt and accidently poured a glass of water over him. He continued glaring and his glares were alarming. Anger rising and his face glowing red with anger scrutinized the petit figure of hers. Her gaudy dress, flashy foot wears to her neatly combed and plaited hair. People nearby froze to witness what will happen when a wealthy man without any heir walks in the streets of every city, town and village waiting to find the destined heir, gets infuriated for the lack of time caused by a silly girl. He continued glaring till his angry face forced her to break into peals of laughter. Losing his control he bursts out blasting at her, using never heard abusive language and ditched her to bottom level of decency with his derogatory language. Not a minute he spared for her to answer or rather shout back as he vanished to nowhere in his luxuries car. Still gulping in what happened she stood there.

"Khushi" a concerned voice called her. She turned back to see her mother standing, tears in her eyes, hugged her. Every step back home was spent in silence. On reaching home Khushi bursts out, while crying she didn't notice a young lady standing next to her grandma. Seeing Khushi's tears, the lady rushed to her and hugged her tightly. Slowly Khushi looked up at her lovely cousin. Giving Payal a feeble smile, she wiped her tears. Khushi opens her mouth to explain but before she could utter a word, payal held her hand and said "why not teach the person a lesson?"

Khushi forgot that Payal who understands Khushi in and out doesn't need any explanation from Khushi on why she was crying. "But how jiji?" she asked while Khushi's mother narrated the whole story. Payal listening carefully looked outside the window to Manohar kaka's house. "Khushi the man will never utter a word here" she said and winked. Khushi's wealth is her skill at her Hindi which allows her to make a column in kaka's widely read newsletter. Rest known, a day wasn't passed when that rich old man digs his own hole and dumped him into it.

He was just a mirage for what was yet to come. A drop of tear was all shed by Khushi as she still wasn't aware of the next. A life locked in an illusion of transparent crystal, was cracked and each second spent on repairing the crack deepened it.

good one...!!!...waitin 2 read hw the story unfolds...

Enjoyed reading it.👏👏 Please continue.