NOT A LOVE-STORY..!!!
It has been almost three years since Animesh was gone. She stayed in touch with him for sometime, but finally those thin threads of communication also broked.
Animesh never accepted what he did to her. He always blamed her for whatever happened. She knew the truth and lies but stayed silent. May be because her introvert nature didn’t allow her or her true love didn’t let her do it.
Avni and Sia thought she has completely moved ahead in life. Avni still abused Animesh but Sia stayed in touch with him. Neha never appreciated Sia’s friendship with Animesh but she remained quite on that.
It was Animesh’s birthday on that day. Neha went to the same country-side temple to ask for blessings for him. Nobody knew that she does this, but she used to do it every year, even if she didn’t wished him in person. Neha closed her eyes in prayer. Drops of tears rolled down her eyes, his abscence was painfull, but she beared it bravely.
“Neha…!!!” a familiar voice called from behind. She turned behind, she felt aghast and frozen at the same time.
Animesh was standing in front of her. He looked far broader and stronger now, there was a lot of change in him after his promotion to the post of Captain.
Neha was speechless, she recognised him immediately but couldn’t actually make out how to react.
They exchanged formal greetings. “How are you doing..?? You seem to have grown a lot actually… hahahaha…” Animesh laughed. He still had the same mischiveous smile.
“I am good..!!!” she replied. Her heart had thousands things to say, but she couldn’t get anything out.
“Hey…!!! I want you to meet someone..!!” He said calling a girl from behind. Neha recognised her in an instant, she was the same girl whose voice she had heard on phone when they spoke for the last time.
“She’s my fiance’…!!!” He said smiling.
Neha wondered, how much this guy has actually moved ahead in life…??? as if, she was never there in his world.
“All the best for life ahead..!! I am sorry I need to go now..!!! bye…” Neha said blankly, nothing more could have been expected from her in this situation. She walked outside the temple and distributed sweets among the beggar kids as usual. There was a time when she had come to the same temple to thank god for giving her the most priceless possesion of her life. Her heart was pounding in pain. Her eyes were going moist again and again, she struggled to control her tears and smiled faintly to every kid.
She went to take her scooter. She saw the same Royal Enfield Thunderbird parked next to her scooter. She smiled thinking, “Thankgod..!!! He hasn’t change his bike like me..!!!”
She started her scooter and went home.
There were still the same things in her mind, which she had 3 years back when Avni convinced her not to think of killing herself or any such thing as it might drag Animesh into trouble.
A couple of months passed to their meeting at the temple, it was the day of Animesh’s wedding.
She again went to the same temple and prayed for his good life, distributed sweets among the beggar kids.
She accepted the fact that her story was, NOT A LOVE-STORY…!!!
It was 11:45 in night, Neha was estimating that by this time, Animesh must be getting married. He must be looking like the world’s most handsome groom. His friends must be dancing in joy. His family must be busy attending the wedding guests.
Neha picked her paper knief, she thought of the time when he held her hand and asked her, “Do you trust me…???” she teared the flesh of her left hand, blood rushed out of her veins.
She again recalled his words, “Do you think I can be a good guy to be with?”
she teared the flesh of her right hand, blood and tears mixed together and fell on the floor. That physical pain really didn’t meant anything in front of the mental pain she was carrying since past three years.
She picked the knief and pointed it straight at the middle of her collar bone. She closed her eyes and thought of the moment when he said, “I Love you! Not from today but from the very first day I saw you at the restaurant! I went mad for you! I love you Neha! I really do!” and inserted it in her throat. Her wind pipe collapsed choking her completely, she struggled for air, her lungs were battling to draw blood, her heart was pushing hard to beat, her brain was becoming numb…!!!!
She crashed on the floor in pain, physical and emotional. His each and every memory came as a flashback, the fight at the restaurant, the May Queen Ball Night, their first movie, the fair, their temple visit, his face when he stood on the compartment of the train waving good-bye, the last call.
She pictured him for the last time in front of her eyes, he came forward and knelt down next to her, waved off her tangled hairs gently with his hands, kissed her forehead lovingly and muttered “I Love You” in her ears.
A faint smile came over her face, the last drop of tear rolled down from her eyes and they were closed forever.
There she lied in a pool of blood and tears, her face stayed in a painful peace. Her favorite song went on………….
heere moti main na chaahoon..!!!
main toh chaahoon sangam tera..!!!
main na jaanu..!!!
tu hi jaane…!!!
main toh teri..!!!
tu hai mera..!!!
main na jaanu..!!!
tu hi jaane..!!!
main toh teri..!!!
tu hai mera..!!!
main toh teri…………….. tu hai mera..!!!