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Contrary to public and my own belief, this one is very short OS from me after ages ! I do not want to say anything this time !
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Condemned
It was raining heavily, more than heavily. It was a stormy night, with a wild twist, scary and ear jerking thunders. From the small window, she tried to look at the other side of the way but could not. In heavy rain, she could not see anything but hear the scary sound of rain. Rain was such a wonderful gift from the Mother Nature, she thought. Rain could bring joy as well sadness at the same time. Rain, could drench you with happiness and make you wet with evoking emotions and at the same time, the same rain could dry you out in emptiness of life; she smiled at the same thought and left.
She came to her special room late at night when the whole world was quiet and possibly sleeping. She came and saw him. Before three hours, she gave him high drugs in his coffee and threw him in this room; she tied his hands tight with the chair and covered his face with a black cloth. She went ahead and removed the cloth from his face and smiled. She touched his face lovingly and then, slapped him tight. He was still unconscious, she touched his angelic face again and came forward, few inches away from his beautiful face, and she kissed his eyes which were closed and from the corner of his perfectly carved brows, a little steam of blood trickling down. She noticed his thick eye lashes, she always loved. There were little things about him which she always loved, no matter how clich it would seem but she always used to love those thick eye lashes, his M shaped lips, his pointed nose and his long smooth fingers. For her, he was a perfect man - Angel. She looked at him pitifully and straight away pushed him hard, and then, she noticed he was gaining his consciousness slowly; he tried to open his eyes but could not. She lifted her right leg, and with two inch high pointed pencil heel shoe, she stabbed it in his chest forcefully and she heard him moaning in pain. He opened his eyes and saw her with shock and surprise.
She smiled back at him.
'I am so sorry hubby. But you see there is always a reason for everything.'
He did not say anything but closed his eyes once again. She left the place swiftly and came back in a minute with a full bucket of water with her. And she threw the water on his face forcefully, and he opened his eyes.
'Why?' he only managed to say this word.
She did not say anything and sat in front of him with a revolver in her beautiful and delicate hands, pointing at him. What he asked led her to her past, and she found herself before three years.
***
Before Three Years
It was late. It was raining heavily, she drove carefully as it was slippery and she could hardly see anything on the road, and it was the moment - the life changing moment for her when she saw him in the middle of the road, in heavy rain, clutching his hand to his right shoulder to stop the blood. He was injured. She saw him, and decided not to stop but then, she was a doctor, and she had to stop. She stopped. She came closer and closer to him and then, with a sudden scary thunder, she saw his angelic face in the light and then again, it was darkness, after few moments again in same spine thrilling thunder, she saw his perfect manly face, deep and soulful eyes. He was injured yet, charming. He was bleeding yet there was a glow on his face. She noticed him for a moment and then, she helped him; she opened the door and helped him to get in.
***
'You are a life savior...Miss...'
'Doctor, call me doctor and you don't need to know my name. It was my duty.' She snapped back.
She was dressing his right shoulder carefully, not because she would hurt him but because she would not lose her head, and start drooling over his bare upper body, she was mesmerized by his perfect and muscular body but she did not wanted to show it off. She finished dressing and then, he left with no more words.
Next day in the noon, she received flowers from someone name, Maan Singh Khurana. It was her favorite flowers, she noticed. She was shocked and then, she realized that it was from the guy whom she saved previous rainy night when she came to the window and saw him standing by his car, looking absolutely hot and handsome in black attire. She threw it in the dustbin. She was no more interested in the man, she had no rights, she thought. It happened again and again for many days and months, until one fine day, she showed up, finally, to meet him, to confront him.
'What do you want?'
'A Coffee.'
'Why?'
'You saved my life and I did not even say thanks properly.'
'Okay, Just once and then, you will stop all this.'
'Sure.' He knew it was his last chance.
It was beautiful evening, and on the wooden table near the beach, they were sipping hot coffee in the cool breeze, it was when she knew something about him, he was a cop and that night, he tried to catch some drug dealers and got injured. And, then it was making sense for her how he got her hospital address, and her details. He was newly transferred in the city and had no one. In those two hours, she knew many things about him, they talked, they shared and they smiled.
As he promised himself that he would need only once chance, he was true to himself as after that first coffee meeting, they met again and again. Many more months together, sometimes for coffee, sometimes work, sometimes dinner, sometimes just because they missed each other. Initially she refused to accept feelings for him but gradually she opened up and allowed herself to fall for him. They both were happy then, he was her world and she was his world. After a year of dating each other, they decided to tie the knot. After endless arguments, they married within six months and life was blissful for them.
After marriage, life was heavenly blissful for both of them. They both were perfect for each other, just perfect. Happiness doubled and sadness divided between the two. They were the hottest couple in the friends group. There was not even a single thing which was doubtful for both of them. People envied by them, their love, their affection and understanding. Perfect was the word for them, their world, their love and their marriage.
***
Present
She smiled again, and gave him innocent look.
'Dev.'
'What?'
'My Ex - husband, Dev. You killed him brutally before four years. Remember anything, Cop?'
He did not say a word, and then, he remembered that dreadful night when he killed a guy who was dealing in drugs and girls. He never knew about him and his wife. He looked puzzled and confused. He looked at her in dismay. She got it from his looks and got up and leaned over him.
'Don't confuse yourself love. I am Mrs. Dev and not your wife. I can never be your wife, a wife of a killer.' She said in disgust.
'Either way, you are or you were wife of a killer, at least I gave you status.' He said with a stern look. He was still sad, and shocked. Though, he remembered everything but yet he knew that her ex-husband was not innocent. He killed him because he was a culprit, he cheated his wife and he was dealing in drugs and girls. He guessed it that Geet never knew anything about him; it was just one piece of paper he got from Dev when he killed him. It had all the answers but he hid it from Geet. He could never see her broken, shattered in love. He stole that one piece of paper from him before any detectives could find it; he kept it to himself not to disclose this fact to anyone. And just before few hours when she was not home, he found out from his closet he thought he would destroy it as it did not matter then, Geet was happy with him, she had moved on. All that he never knew that she never moved on, it was all trap, he was trapped.
He knew it when he said it that she would not take it, but he was not wrong and he knew it. And that was it. It touched her nerve and she again hit him hard with her weak hands, she was fuming in anger then. She came forward and untied him, he was free but he did not get up, he smiled and she was lost, in his magical presence and charming smile. Somehow she came back to her sense, and screamed once again,
'He was my husband, Maan. You killed him, you ruined my life, I was pregnant, and you killed my husband and my baby the same night. How could you? You knew he was innocent yet you killed him.'
He did not say a single word.
'Why did you kill him?' she pleaded.
He remained silent.
'Why?' she kept asking him the same question again and again but he did not answer.
And then, she stopped suddenly and looked up to him in rage. Her eyes were red with anger and revenge. He got up and came closer to her, she stepped back though she had no reason to get scared but she stepped back which surprised her more than it could for him. She stopped. He was not scared, he saw her lovingly. He loved her. She was disturbed by his look, she was petrified, and she could not take it that there was no fear in his eyes; it disturbed her that his loving gesture would crush her rock solid determination.
'So...you never loved me?' he asked peacefully.
'NO.' she said it straight away looking into his eyes. 'NEVER'
She said it and he closed his eyes, she closed her eyes and they both were in past, in their blissful memories together. She saw him smiling at him, on their first meeting, on their wedding night, on their honeymoon, on their first anniversary, taking their vows. He saw her loving him, kissing his eyes, his pointed nose, and his long smooth fingers. She saw him making chocolate cake for her on her birthday; he saw her caring for him whenever he got injured. She saw him loving her with his warm look, adoring her with divinely gorgeous eyes. He saw her dancing in his arms, cuddling in his strong arms on top of the mountains on their holidays. She saw him crying for her when she met with an accident and was about to die. He saw her teasing and irritating him randomly. She saw him bringing flowers for her, arranging surprise for her. He saw her smiling back at him and telling him, 'I love you'. She saw him proposing her on his knees with soulful yet simple words, 'I love you'.
And, then she could not take it anymore. She opened her with a startling instinct, hating her more and more for even thinking about him. She did not wasted more time and pointed the gun once again to his head, and one last time looked at him. He smiled. She could not see it.
'Oh please...don't...don't look at me you...' she screamed loud.
She closed her eyes, and shot. It was not much sound, well, not much sound of revolver for both of them as both were lost in their thoughts, none of them could open their eyes.
She was the first to open her eyes and see him suffering and struggling. She saw him, and his broad heavily and uncontrollably bleeding chest in which she made hole with her bullet. She saw him, losing balance and collapsing on the floor. She missed it, instead of head; she hit it in his chest. She saw his face, he winced but there was again, no fear, no regret. But before she could understand anything, he pulled her in with full force, he almost hugged her. And then, he brushed his lips against her soft pink lips, with same passion he used to do, hard and powerfully. It was freezing moment for her, the whole world stopped for her. She closed her eyes and found herself lost in his one simple touch. She could not protest anymore, he was collapsing. She held him tight, she gave in. She was lost in his magical charisma as always she used to from last three years, his one mere touch could drive her crazy. There was same passion, same love in his eyes and actions. But slowly he closed his eyes and he was on floor then, she was on top of him, she hugged him tight and let herself soak in his blood, she ran fingers on his face, try to find something. In that freezing moment, she found herself shedding a lone tear from the corner of her eye and he tried to wipe it with his lips, to kiss her away her pain but he could not, before he could do anything he was short for breaths. She opened her eyes and looked at him, he was breathing very low then, and it was few last moments with him. He opened his eyes after few seconds, he looked at him with a struggled smile and he got his answers, he did not need to ask much, her eyes said it all.
He looked at her straight into her eyes and said in low yet husky voice,
'You lie well...Love the way you lie,' he smiled a bit and flinched.
'I love...' he tried to say something through labored breath but could not complete it. She did it for him, she knew it.
And he was gone.
She sat there for few moments, and she noticed a piece of paper securely held in his fist, totally crushed. She did struggle a bit to release the paper from his strong and stiff fist. She took it and read it; it was from Dev, her ex husband.
Geet,
I am sorry, but I do not love you. I never loved you. I am not the one who you think. I am not even sorry; I am addicted to drugs and girls. You were nice in bed.
Dev.
She knew all the answers, in one lie, in one piece of paper, her entire life was covered. She looked at Maan - his dead body. A single drop of tear rolled down from her cheeks and she sat there and suddenly with strange innate power in her soul, she got up and tried to wake him up. She slapped him, she covered his wound with her cloths to stop bleeding but it was all hopeless, he was dead. She tried and tried, and tried. She kissed him, his blue body, his pale face, his white bloodless lips but he did not wake up. She cried and cried. He did not wake up. She hit him hard. He did not wake up. She threw water on him, she used all her lifetime experience of being Doctor but he did not wake up. She wanted to bring back last few moments and rectify it, she wanted back all his life, all her time with him back; she demanded back the time, the fate, and the nature. She desperately wanted him to wake up and smiled at her, but he was, heartbreakingly still, lifeless and dead.
At last, she lost it, in guilt.
She remembered each and every moment spent with him, her life lived with him. She was defeated by guilt.
Death won and Life defeated her.
All that she chanted was, 'I killed him...I killed him...'
Through endless tears, she kept saying it again and again, and after few minutes, she was speechless, frozen, cold and shocked. For her entire lifetime, she was silent, not silent in sadness or sorrow but guilt. She tried to kill herself thrice but failed every time, she could not kill herself or her guilt; she was vulnerable, crushed in front of her fate, her life - her long silent life, without him. She was tormented; her relieved situation was itself a cage for her. She did justice to her ex-husband and more than him, she did justice with her mental battle, her misunderstanding, and her failed relations but failed to do justice to her love, her life - Him.
Life won, she was defeated. She killed him, she defeated him but Life betrayed her. She was sitting there from last five hours - still and motionless. Past few moments could heart wrenching for anyone on the earth but not for her. She was cold, blank and frozen. She did not move until her friends and doctors came and took her to mental asylum. She was punished, not by anyone but herself, she was guilty of charge, she was guilty for taking away his life, she was guilty for snatching her life from her hands, she was guilty for loving him, and she was guilty for her cursed fate and her poisonous and dark love.
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