A/N: Hey all! I'm back again with a new one. Here you guys go with the Prelude of the FF. It's kind of a SS, again. I haven't explored much into this kind of writing. However I love them to read <3 This is quite a dark one. You guys may find it dark or hardly dark, at all. :D :D I guess I'm boring you guys. So, here you guys go! Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year!
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Prelude
A man in his mid-twenties. A perfect example of turning riches from rags. Hard work, passion, determination...these are the reasons for his success today. And above all, his undying love.
"Are the consignments ready to be sent?" he asked, his hands inside his smooth grey pant pockets.
"Yes sir. It is" Puneet answered, in a moderate tone. He was his assistant. A man in his early twenties, who was striving to excel in the field, someday, just like his boss. He was thin in physique, medium complexioned and of a normal height of five feet and five inches.
"Good. I need the reports of the annual stock on my table in another half an hour's time. Will that be fine?" his voice, in a diplomatic tone.
"Sure sir." Puneet answered.
Life would have taken a full circle, in his opinion. Yet, the only thing which was unchanged was his love. Love for her. The unconditional love which he had and still has upon her makes him a successful man, today. She might have asked him to get out of the house, back two years ago when he confessed his childhood love for her. But, truth be said, she still tries calling him, once in a while and get the phone cut, without an answer. Friendship is still dangling on in their torn relationship. It was like that one drop of water in the whole droughty area.
It was as usual. A mundane morning for him, devoid of her. The last time he heard her voice was on his birthday, back on the fifteenth of January and today, it was twenty second of September. Nearly nine months. Nine months without her voice into his auricles and lobes. Life was indeed rude to him. She did not make a call after his birthday nor did he try to make one.
"Sir?" Puneet's voice made him live in the office and the recorded voice of hers made him live in his lavish mansion. He was the only person in the whole castle. Sadly, he was left alone by his parents too, after her. They left him tangibly a year back, in a bus collision.
"Yes?"
"The reports are ready. Do you want to have a look at them?"
"Yeah. Keep it aside." he said, hardly paying attention to Puneet.
"You've got a call, sir." Puneet said, his hands tied behind his back, just like a school kid.
"Call? I don't think so." he checked his phone.
"Landline, sir. Landline." Puneet rephrased his statement as he was asked to leave the cabin with his boss' one eye sight.
Seeing through, checking whether he had gone, he took the landline and put it into his ear.
"Hello?" his voice, sober than usual.
"Hello!" he heard her voice, exactly after so many months.
"Ishani?" his voice, sparking out from the den. His own den of sorrows.
"Quite attentive, I must say!" he heard her squeak.
"Yeah? How're you?" he started the conversation on a lighter note.
"I'm good. How about you? All good?" she asked him, her joy, higher than usual.
"Good, I guess" he said, smiling carelessly after a gap of a few months. Though he did smile a few times in these few months, those were mechanical. This was natural, from his heart. "how about Chirag?" the last word was too low that she hardly found it audible.
"Who?" she asked him, incomprehensively.
"Chirag...How's he doing?" his heart sank with his name being uttered.
"Chirag? Chirag who?" she asked him, mystified.
"Chirag! Your fianc!" he shrilled as Ishani continued, "Oh please! I broke my marriage with him. I'm not in a relationship anymore. I found him..."
"Found him?"
"to be a womanizer." her voice seemed to have so much of fury. Yet, he was the happiest person in the world and you know, why.
"But..."
"No buts... Now guess. Where am I ?" her voice, back to normal again. The old shrill and innocence in her voice.
"Em...Still in Canada?" he asked, ruffling his hair. Ishani had gone to Canada a year and a half back for her higher studies in English Literature.
"Nah. You are still too bad in guessing." she chuckled.
"No idea, then." he sighed. "Hey, are you in Mumbai?" his happiness seemed to have no bound as Ishani said "Yes. I am. I've come here on a three day holiday because I have to share something really important to you. And it should be shared only with you. So can you come to the Summer Park'?"
"Yeah. I can. Should eleven be okay?" he asked, looking his watch.
"No. I need to see you, now!"
"But, Ishani..." he stopped her but he himself was stopped by her.
"Don't fuss. Just join me" she said and hung up the call.
His happiness knew no bound as he was going to see her after a gap of two years and she seemed really smooth and friendly in the latest call which was absent during their last few conversations of them in the past few months. Getting his wallet and moving out in a jiffy, he kick started to the park.
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The entire place was crowded, with too much of hullabaloo surrounding the entire park. A few murmured, a few screamed. The sounds of the ambulances were so loud that he came back into reality. Rushing, he went towards the crowd and asked one of the passers-by-
"What happened?"
"There was one girl here and she went to cross the other side of the road when a car hit her. She was very happy. Poor girl, suffering from huge blood loss. She must be died by now." he sighed.
"What?" he looked at the passer-by flabbergasted as he took a photo from his wallet showing her photo to him.
"Is that the girl?" his voice trembled, with shiver and shock.
"It is. Is she your relative?" he asked. The whole world was now shattered into pieces for him as he looked at the blood on the road, which was almost dried.
"Which hospital?" he asked the passer-by.
"I guess it's the Government hospital."
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The operation was going on in full swing as he saw the nurses and doctors moving to and fro into the theatre and inside the theatre. Praying god for the best result, he sat down in distress for the next few hours crying and shivering, out of fear. The only person whom he had today was Ishani and her life was in danger. Seeking help from whichever place possible, he tried hard not to think about the negative results.
An hour and a half later, the doctors came out from the theatre as he sprung form the chair, his eyes boiling as red as ever.
"Hello sir. There's heavy blood loss and she has heavy scars and wounds in her rib-cages, skull. It's completely gone and the possibility of she being saved is also very less. Brace up yourself, sir." the doctor said as he continued "Shall I have a look at her and talk with her?"
"I don't think whether she can talk. Give it a try. We're yet to give her the anesthesia."
"Okay" he said and rushed inside the room.
He never knew that he'll see her in such a condition with bandages and swells all over her body. Inching forward, he sat beside her on the chair and caressed her hair as Ishani saw him, lovingly.
"Is it paining?" he asked as she gave him a bear nod. Talking to him in air, he asked "Is anything wrong?"
She nodded a no as she whispered "I have got something to tell you"
"Me? What?"
"That I ...I love you, Ranveer" she said, closing her eyes as he saw her shocked. Calling out for the doctors, Ranveer gave way for them as they declared her dead.
"She's dead." the doctor confirmed as he looked at them, shattered. The only girl who was by her side, is now no more. The saddest part being she confessing her love for him and then dying, on the spot. He felt that life had nothing anymore. Money wasn't his life, anytime.
That evening, completing all the post rituals, he entered his lavish den with a phial of whiskey, his pastime, nowadays. Drinking the entire phial in one go, he broke them into pieces and took one big piece from the broken ones. Thinking and walking hastily to and fro for the next few minutes, he stood by. Holding one of the pieces tightly with his fingers, he cut along his wrist as he felt himself unconscious in the next few seconds.
"Life isn't worth living, Ishani. I cannot live without you. Ever. Life is better in heavens than this living hell."
Both of them went for a long sleep. May be, that was their ill-fate.
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A/N: Hope it wasn't boring. Will continue if you guys say so :D
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