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It was as if like nothing existed except for that pair of mesmerizing brown eyes staring back at me with shock, fear and plea in them. It was nothing new; I was used to see all those things in people's eyes for me. Still they were different as I did not see any revulsion or disgust in them which was the strongest of all emotions people aimed at me. And only that made me , PJ, the brutal killer, the heartless gangster who never just as blinked before taking somebody's life stand there motionless with my gun forgotten in my lose grip .
It felt like hours even ages as those eyes kept on gazing at me and then the moment was over as they finally blinked few times and then turned towards the person I had knocked unconscious and was about to kill. I heard blaring of police sirens as one of my gang members shouted at me trying to pull me away from there.
They say love happens when it has to, sometimes you can be with a person forever and still cannot find any passion with them and sometimes just a glance or an accidental touch is all you need to fall hard. They might have a point there but for people like me, it never happens or so I thought until now.
We are from that lot of humanity which the society doesn't even accept are humans. And they are right, I believe, what is the quality that separates humans from animals? Emotions and our people simply did not have them. We live by just a single instinct; that is survival and for our survival we do what has to be done; it does not matter how cruel or coldblooded or whatever people say it is we just have to do it or give up. And giving up is the cowards' way we all knew.
So I was talking about love or something they say, I don't know what it is or how it happens so I can't say what I was feeling was love; but it was the first time I did something to jeopardize my survival. There was something unfathomable in those brown eyes that night. It was as if they pierced through my repulsive external persona and reached right to my heart and soul, if I had those at all. And I couldn't shrug that gaze off my mind no matter how hard I tried. Those eyes seemed like following my each and every move.
It was the third day I was roaming aimlessly around the same area where it all had started and still I had not as much as an inkling of what should I do to get away from those eyes, they made me restless and I dare to admit they fright me a little and nothing till now had managed to evoke a fear or apprehension in me. After exhausting all my energy with my constant pacing around the darkened alley, I finally fell down on the bench.
Just then I heard almost silent cries as if somebody was trying hard to suppress them but was failing. I don't know what made me get up and walk in their direction. I spotted a human form settled on one of the benches. I inched forward carefully not to make a noise to alert whoever it was.
As I got near I saw a girl with her knees drawn to her chest and her head buried between them. She had a long white stole wrapped around her trembling form; I would not be able to even guess that she was a woman if not for the long dark hair that were peeking from beneath the stole.
Under normal circumstances, I would just have left her alone because she did not looked like someone who would have anything valuable on her that can be looted and besides it was one of the poorest neighborhoods of NYC. But nothing had been normal with me since last three days so I kept walking and stopped only when I reached very close to her.
I was about to put my hand on her shoulder when she felt my presence and suddenly turned back. I saw those familiar brown eyes widen with shock and then fear as the girl abruptly stood up to distance herself from me.
I wasn't amazed at her reaction; my appearance only with my long unruly hair, sinful eyes with glint of a predator and that unsightly scar beneath my right eye that ran till my lower jaw was enough to ward people off and this woman had seen me almost taking life of a person. My personality emitted a kind of alarm and foreboding and that was the most cherished traits in our business, they always had made me proud but today I hated them.
I expected her to run away on first chance but she somehow stood there looking back at me, taking in my appearance. She continued her scrutiny for a while then perched herself on the other edge of the bench away from me. I was pleasantly shocked to learn she felt safe enough to stay.
She was still looking at me, I gestured to ask whether I can sit on the bench. She nodded her head just a little and I settled down on the other end of the bench, putting between us as much distance as I could. She now had her head turned upward towards the full moon and I just sat there taking in her beautiful face, though I just had an obscure view as her stole loosely encircled her face.
After many silent moments I dared to open my mouth. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"
She turned her head in my direction and just stared at me as if she did not catch what I asked. I repeated myself but she still did not answer and again started looking at the moon. And then I heard her trembling voice.
"Angrezi nahin samjh pate hum theek se, do maheene pehle hi aye hain India se."
I did not get anything she said except for her country's name. So I gathered she was an Indian cannot understand English. I raked my mind for long forgotten words of Hindi as I had never used or heard the language since I was five but I failed.
I was born to an Indian father but he left my mom and me when I was five, he used to talk to me in his language but now no one did so I had forgotten it. Now only one thing remained Indian in me, my name - Prem Juneja but that too nobody used. I was always called PJ' by my mom and after my father's departure I continued that name only. Sometimes even I forgot I had a real name not just two letters to serve the purpose.
"Not even a little?" I tried to get her attention again. "I mean you can tell your name." This time I saw an understanding dawning on her face as she smiled a little and said "Name Heer... kuch kuch lafz samjah pate hain hum..."
"I am Prem." Don't know why but I blurted out my real name in front of her, maybe I was desperate to find some sort of connection with her and my Indian name could do that.
"India se hain... phir bhi Hindi nahin jante."
This time I got three words; India, Hindi and Nahin, that I remembered meant No' or not', so I gathered she was asking why I did not know her language even though I was an Indian but I had no idea how to explain her that I was an American with no relation to India except for a father who had long ago abandoned us.
She was now looking at me intently, waiting for some sort of answer I just smiled and she smiled back maybe accepting the fact that with our language skills, we possibly cannot make an ordinary conversation. One thing I noticed about her smile was it never reached her eyes, it was something hollow and forced. I wondered what made her so sad that she was crying alone, this time of night and that too in a dangerous locality like this.
"Why were you crying before I came?" I asked knowing she won't get anything I said, I gestured my question with my hands. Her smile vanished at once that told me she got my question. Instead of answering she got up from the bench and ran away. I tried to catch her and called her name several times but she just vanished in to the dark night.
I don't know why but I was sure if I go to that place again I will find that girl and right I was. Just as I reached near the bench we sat on last night, I saw her. Her petite form silhouetted against the full moon. God, she was beautiful even with that hideous stole wrapped all around her face and upper body.
It was really difficult for me to place my thoughts about her; after all I never cared about the other sex. Women for me were just a way to fulfill one of the primal desires of man. After that, they just lost their appeal, they had no meaning. But now here I was following a girl like some mad man and that too with no ulterior motive, it never crossed my mind even once to use her like I did other girls. She was far too precious to be treated like that, my heart told me. Here I go; I came to know I had a heart and that too by only meeting her for just a handful of times.
I made my way towards her and just as I was about to place my hand on her shoulder she turned back, this time she did not had shock or fear in her eyes and she did not even put a distance between us. She smiled at me as she folded her hands, "Namaste". I have not used that form of greeting since my dad but I did for her.
"How are you?" I asked also using my hands to gesture. "OK" she replied. And the familiar silence came between us. I made my way to the other side of the bench and sat down. She was looking at the moon again.
"What's so attractive about the moon, you never seem to get enough of it." I asked her but did not expect an answer obviously she would not have got me. She just turned her gaze towards me and gave that depressed smile of hers. She then pulled out a little plastic container from under her shawl and moved it towards me. "Ap ke liye hai, kha lijye." I did not understand her words but she signaled with her hands that told me she had something to eat in her box and she wanted me to have that.
I was stupefied, nobody has ever got anything for me and she was offering me something and that too knowing what kind of person I was. I simply could not make any sense of her behavior. Does she also was attracted to me like I was to her? No, I ruled out the possibility she knew what I was. How can she? But there wasn't any other explanation.
I took the box and opened it. There was some kind of desert I tasted it. It was scrumptious than anything I have ever tasted. And after first morsel I realized how hungry I was, I had not eaten properly since the day I saw her for the first time. I hungrily finished every bit of it. All the time she was looking at me amused. "God that was so damn delicious" I said as I licked my lips with my tongue. She got my message and smiled at me. This time I observed, it was just not movement of her lips, that smile reached her eyes a little. It felt genuine.
I tried to ask her why she came here this time of night. And like last night she stood up ready to bolt at my inquiry. But this time I was ready too so I grabbed her hand just as she was about to run. She was shocked at my audacity. She tried to twist her hand free of my grip. The fear was back in her eyes.
I tried to gesture that I did not mean any bad but she did not seem to understand. She was jerking her hand and in the struggle, her long stole came loose and fell on from her head. I was amazed to see she had loads of that red color in her parting that married Indian ladies put in. I left her hand at once. In the past I never cared whether or not the women who offered me their bodies were married but today knowing this girl was married just hit me hard. It was as if somebody suddenly squished my heart or cut my oxygen supply.
She tried to adjust her stole but it fell down further from her body. And then my gaze went to her bared neck and arms. They were bruised as if somebody had purposely manhandled her. She instantly wrapped her arms across her chest and turned her back towards me. The low back of her shirt enabled me to see marks burn marks there, one that are caused when you put a burning cigarette to someone's body. My hand balled up into fists, knowing somebody physically abused her was beyond painful for me.
"Who did this to you?" I asked but she never just as turned in my direction. I held her from her shoulders to make her face me and asked loudly this time. "Who the f*** was that b******?" she had tears in her eyes. She tried to remove my hands from her shoulders and doing so she winced from pain. "Did I hurt you? I am so sorry, please." I instantly removed my hands and tried to soothe her pain with them.
She looked into my eyes for a while. "Mujhe apse nahin milna chahiye, theek nahin hai yeh... bilkul theek nahin hai." I didn't get a word she mumbled. She took a step back and ran away from me once again. I just stood there not even calling her name this time.
And then it became our daily ritual. I waited for night all day. We sat on that bench silently watching the moon; she always had something to eat for me. Sometimes we tried making some random conversation, it quickly reached the moment where we simply failed to understand each other's words. But silence was altogether another story; it was as if we understood it. She still ran away whenever I tried asking about her bruises. The only progress in our love story was that now sometimes she kept her hand on top of mine that was it.
That was the darkest night of my life, I reached our bench but she wasn't there. It had never happened before, she had always been there. I waited for her till the sun rise but she never came. I was disappointed beyond telling. All my day went bad I could not focus on anything at all and desperately waited for night but this night was also same as the last one. She was not there, I waited and waited but she never came.
I had no idea what to do, where to look for her. I patrolled her flat complex several times the next day but all went futile. It was third night that she did not turn up. I was sitting on our bench the same way she used to sit with knees drawn up to chest and head rested on them. My eyes were at moon but my thoughts were with her. I was totally and insanely in love with her and knew nothing about her except for her name. I don't know when tears start falling from my eyes and I started pleading with God to just give her back to me. I had never ever in my life prayed before but today it seemed like the last resort.
Just then I heard somebody shouting and shattering of a glass. My feer automatically took me towards the noise. It was coming from a ground floor flat. I inched forward towards the window that had just broken and when I peeked in I could not believe my eyes. There she was lying on ground with her long hair strewn all around and blood oozing from several of her wounds.
I jumped in through the window without a word and pulled her trembling form in my arms. "Who did this to you? Just tell me Heer, I will kill that person." She did not utter a word just tightened her arms around my waist and hid her face in my chest. Her tears were wetting my shirt. Just then I heard somebody entering the room.
"Oh, the lover of my wife is here too, could not stay away from your s***, aye?" the guy spat. I instantly left Heer and stood up to face the man. He was the same guy Heer had saved from me on our first meeting. He also immediately recognized me; I saw fear flashing through his eyes. But then he overcame that and pulled out a knife from his coat pocket.
"It's good you came here too, now I am going to kill you both". He slurred, his being under influence was giving him courage to stand before me. He suddenly jumped at me, I was all ready so dodged him and he fell on the ground. He once again got up and attempted another swing.
We continued like this for a long time when I suddenly tripped over the rug and fell on my stomach. Heer's husband took the opportunity as he jumped on my back with lightening speed and was about to shove the knife in to my neck when the gunshot came. I felt his weight going dead on me as his blood seeped into my clothes.
I stood up dumping the body off me. I saw Heer standing against the wall, with gun lying in her feet and her eyes widen with shock. I went to her and took her arm. "We need to go now. Police can be here any minute." But she did not budge an inch. She just stood there wide eyed looking at her husband's dead body.
"Main ne apne pati ko maar dia." She mumbled. "We need to leave now Heer else we'd be caught." I tried pulling her again but no use. I could now hear a faint buzz of police siren. I did not know what to do. If I was PJ of the time before I met her, I would just have run away but the girl in my arms had brought out the human inside my animal disguise.
I loved her damn it and I could not leave her to all this, police alarm was getting louder each second. "Heer, please we need to go... I can't go without you." She did not move. Now I could hear thud of boots right outside her apartment and in few seconds the door was knocked. I quickly picked up the gun and cleaned it off any finger prints on my jeans.
"Listen to me now Heer, you did nothing. I killed your husband that's it." I said and quickly gestured it with my hands. She snapped into real world on that and nodded her head in negative vigorously. "I love you Heer, and I can't let you go to jail for that filthy person. Promise me you won't say a thing to anyone." I put her hand on my head and looked into her eyes.
The insistent pounding on the door has increased. "Please say yes, they would break in any minute." She said nothing just stood there with her head finally falling on my chest. "Main aisa kaise kar sakti hun apke sath. Ap bohat ache hain. Mohabbat ho gayi hai mujhe apse shayad." I did not understand a word she said. Just then the door crashed with a loud noise and police officers came in rushing.
I quickly left Heer and looked into her eyes willing her to see the request in them. And then I stepped forward and confessed killing Heer's husband. They hand-cuffed me and started towards the door, I saw Heer following me but then a lady officer held her back, she was squirming in the officer's hold and what I saw in her brown eyes made my heart swell with happiness, she did love me too.
I would not have been given death penalty just for killing her husband as my lawyer was successful in proving that was done in self defense but my previous crimes that also included few coldblooded murders sealed my fate. I saw her every day in court she just sat there looking at me but I was never allowed to talk to her.
I had just a month left of my life. Finally visitors were allowed to meet me. She came every day and brought something to eat for me. We just sat there looking at each other never ever saying a word. And then the day of my sentence came. I wasn't afraid and never regretted taking that on me at least I had saved my love.
The doctor came and injected the poison into my veins, I saw my Heer for the last time sitting on the other side of the glass wall, silently shedding tears. I gave her one last smile and then my world started to become bleak. I kept on looking at her; I wanted to die with her image as a last one in my mind. Finally the darkness came in.
I could not see or feel anything, maybe that's what they call nothingness. I seemed to be stuck there for ages and then I saw a light. It seemed to be emanating from a person and as it drew closer, I could not believe my eyes. That was Heer, my Heer looking more beautiful than ever in her white dress and her long hair falling on her back. I tried to smile; she smiled back and held her hand towards me. I happily put my hand in hers and then I felt lighter than ever as we both were engulfed into most powerful light I have ever seen, the kind which blinds you.
Just as the prison doctor confirmed PJ's death to the authorities, a lady constable rushed him outside in the viewing gallery. She hurriedly told him how the prisoner's visitor fell down from her bench and went unconscious just as PJ's monitor showed him dead. The doctor said it was normal near and dear one's of such prisoners often could not take it and lost consciousness. But what he came to know after checking the woman shocked the doctor. She was dead almost at the same time when the prisoner took his last breath.
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