Okay, I am completely incapable of leaving a story alone. Yes, please don't expect any finished stories from me, because even if I do finish a story, I am pretty sure I am going to go back and open it up somehow! Hmpph!! Sorry but this story was haunting me and I just have to add a couple more updates to this. Bear with me please! I am going to send PMs this time.
Ray of sunshine # 3
On a deserted island in Mexico was a small cave in the midst of a dense forest. In it sat a shabby looking girl, with unkempt hair and sad eyes. She had been in this cave since the last one year or more, she didn't know for sure. It was like living under the rock. She had completely lost track of time and where she was. Initially, she used to count days by picking up a stone and depositing it in a corner every morning when a plate with food was thrown in front of her. By as days passed by, she kept losing hope - hope of ever going back. She was surrounded in an atmosphere of perpetual darkness and the only light were rays of sunshine she had managed to lock in her heart as memories - memories of her past - of her husband - his love, his passion, his promises, his faith; memories of their daughter - of the time when she first held her, the time she first called her mama, the first time she walked to her and put her tiny hands around her neck and hugged her, the way she wrapped around her in her sleep, her laugh and giggle filled in the air around her. She smiled a sad smile.
She thought about them all day; it was her only hope of making it alive. She was a scientist, a nuclear scientist. She had started working on a confidential project for the government a few years ago. She had a lot of crucial information which would give them a way to develop the same kind of warfare the most powerful country in the world had - if not greater. They tortured her for the technology everyday.
She begged and pleaded them. "Please let me go. I have a little baby at home. I do not know anything about what you are asking me. I do not have that kind of clearance levels." she lied.
Then she just stopped talking. It was of no use. They hit her anyways, they electrocuted her anyways. It was never ending. She gave up. She just waited. She knew they would realize one day or the other that she wasn't going to be useful to them in anyway and then what would they do to her? They would kill her. It wasn't going to matter - her family must be thinking that she had died an year ago anyways. That was how they had framed her disappearance. They had her car crash into a huge truck carrying inflammable materials and it all burned into a fatal fire - supposedly killing her and her friend Fatima. Only they weren't the ones in the car that day. Fatima was dead now. She had told them what they wanted and they had killed her the next minute.
She used to be amazed at the twist of her fate when she thought about how nobody would even know what she had gone through in the past one year; about what kind of humiliating torture she had been subjected to.But, all that physical torture was nothing compared to her emotional grief, her heart ached to reach her family, to see and know about how they were doing. Oh, what would she not do to look at them for one last time? She knew there was no hope!
She often wondered what Diya be doing now? Her love, her life, Virat; She knew he would pull himself together for their daughter but what must he be going through now? He must be so alone too. How hard must it be for him to raise her alone?
"Virat, I am going to come home late tonight. Can you please fix Diya and yourself dinner?"
"What?? Manvi!!!!"
"What? Virat!!! It's just one day!"
"Diya makes such a fuss about eating when you aren't around."
"Acha? And you must be knowing that from the last time you made her eat dinner by yourself, which was when she was two years old. Right?"
"You have no idea what that angelic looking monster is capable of..."
"Seriously, you both are impossible! What are you guys going to do without me?huh?"
"Without you, we would die baby. We got no chance! I am going to order pizza. Better be home by dinner time."
"Virat!!! I cannn't..."
"See ya in an hour. Love you!!"
Her heart throbbed in desolation and tears streamed out of her swollen and tired eyes springing a tornado of inconsolable agony inside her...
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Far, far away from all the desperate cries of a mother, the other two victims on this cruel fate, were trying to make the best of the situation god had put them in. Even with all his power and will, he could not change his destiny even for a day. He missed his Manvi, so, so much. Sometimes he was amazed that he was still alive and breathing. Everything he did from morning until evening reminded him of her in someway or the other. And the biggest proof of their love for each other was their little princess, their darling daughter. She was always in front of his eyes. She was a tiny little bundle of sunshine his love had left for him to look forward to. She became the reason for his existence.
"Diya, shall we go home?" he asked his daughter who had fallen asleep on his lap. She didn't reply, she just held onto him more tightly. Like promised, Virat had spend the weekend completely with her and everything seemed to be good with Diya's small little world again. And she was tired from all the running around with her cousin Kiara. They were visiting Virat's mom. Virat's mom stayed with Virat's older sister Vyshali as she was a doctor and Vanshika mom needed continuous medical monitoring.
"Virat, mom and I need to talk to you about something." Vyshali signaled him to come inside putting Diya away.
"What is it mom?" he asked going inside with a confused expression.
They made him sit in front of them and looked at each other nervously as they didn't know how he would react to their opinion.
"Mom? Aaj ke date pe..please. What's going on? Di?"
"Virat..there is no good way to say this..."
"I don't care what way it is said as - just spill.."
"Beta, you know I love Manvi like my own daughter right?"
"Ofcourse Mom. Why all that now?"
"I just don't want you to misunderstand us beta..We love Manvi but right now Manvi isn't here. Diya needs a mother Virat. Please don't get me wrong beta, I think you should start looking forward..."
Her voice trailed off unable to utter those words in front of this fuming eyes. They wanted him to get married again. It was the logical thing to do. He wasn't even thirty. What would he do with the rest of his life? He needed a life partner. Either they would find him one or he needs to start looking, start dating again.
"Mom, I know where you are going with this, I am not having this discussion - NOW OR IN THE FUTURE. I need to get my daughter home. Please, never ever bring this up again.
"Virattt, Mom is just looking out for you and Diya. Diya needs a mother. Don't you think?.."
"...Diya doesn't need a mother, Diya needs her mother and Manvi is with us, she will always be..." he started choking on his words.
"Virat..we don't mean an ill sweetheart..."
He turned away from his mother.
"Di, I am sorry. I really have to go.."
"Virat!!!!...Virat"
"How do we convince him beta? He is still so young, he needs to look towards his future. What about Diya?"
"Mom, give him sometime. We just need to convince him in a right way and we need to find the right match." his sister sighed looking at Virat storm out of the house with Diya.
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Edited by bluebolt - 12 years ago
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