Part two. The night was unusually cold and gloomy and so was I. It held an immense weight of distress with it. Just like the weather of the night, I felt nothing but gloomy and bothered. I was cold, trapped and felt claustrophobic too. Also, the wind wasn't even doing any better than the weather. It was chilling and bothersome making the already chilling weather seem glum and dark. The conversation with Shreyaanz uncle didn't do any good as well. It took me into questioning everything I had known about my parents since I could acknowledge my senses. The thoughts never seemed to stop skirting around my head regarding all the provided information. My mind was running over by haywire thoughts of possible truths which had an unending number of possibilities. “I'll have to keep asking questions to reach the bottom of all of it,” I murmured, “for my little Shaur,” watching the outside world which existed out of the large wall mirror to the shadowy lawn, I made a promise to myself. Th
25— Unbound truth! ( Part-1) Death is the ultimate truth of life and there is no escaping it. —Saumya Tripathi Uzair was in his apartment, drinking— bourbon with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, already lit up. Exhaling the fog of smoke in one puff before taking another sip from his snifter glass, he took a glance at his watch. “Now this tastes better,” muttering to himself, he chuckled. It was barely audible even to his own ear though. Cradling the short stem glass in his hand, however, swirling it lightly, trying to warm the drink it contained, trapping more aroma to enjoy, he sipped. He hummed, satisfied with the taste. It had a more prominent smell to it than before just the way he liked. Inhaling the smoke from the same hand in which he held the glass, he puffed out, the ringlets of smoke swirled while he kept on expelling the fog. The cloud of smoke came out through his mouth and nose, simultaneously. It calmed him. It soothed his arbitrary mind which had alw
Part two. Next morning. Back to his home, In the office. Something never changes with time as well. Now, Is it? He shook his head in light motion referring to a certain someone who had impossibly liquid eyes with glamorous features bestowed on a small face. Uzair mused about their time when abruptly a certain euphoric nostalgia hit him hard. He didn't blink as he reminisced with an awash satisfaction present in his mouth, his lips turning up into a usual smirk that he wore always when he was satisfied with something. Even time cannot change some habits in people just like his little one. He chuckled. She had not changed much just like he anticipated. She was still an angry bird and childish as ever. Leaning back to the headrest of the leather chair of his large aristocratic office, he joined his both bulky, veiny arms on his ample stomach and closed his heavy lids which were bestowed by long dark curved black lashes. As he inhaled and exhaled thinking about those moments
26— Her inward seethe. “Everything's changed. You said for a reason.What'd be yours when lying to my face with emotions laid barely honest?Was it easy for you to manipulate people?Or was it just IWho fell for your innocent acts?”— Saumya TripathiMature theme ahead.An alluring smile found a home on her lips while making her way through the corridors. She could hear her own blood gushing in her veins with the exhilaration of meeting him. Seeing him. Feeling him. Being around him. Trapping her lower lip between her teeth, she sank them into its mushy flesh, petal-like lip. It felt more surreal to finally have what she had been craving for the last seven years. Him. She gulped, blinking away the wild night. The images of their first-time together flashed through her mind even after blinking away the bits and pieces. Balling her fists, her breathing turned rapid. How would she dare to forget the night she most cherished? Her whole life concept found its meaning in the feeling of
Part two. It wasn't like he did not care. He cared about people. He wasn't very sensitive whatsoever, but he wasn't insensitive either. And, he always bore a soft spot for emotions as intense as hers were but he knew well enough to entangle in that type of relationship she wanted. Physical. Sexual. Above all— ownership. Yet, he knew her obsession with him was quite preposterous and wrong. Morally wrong. Furthermore, she not only wanted a physical relationship but a fully committed one at that, which he could not give her. Ever. It was someone else's place from the moment they met for the first time since the beginning. Decades ago, she was close to his heart. Who had made his life preferable by just being in it? His little bird. Taking out his Aluminium Gold Treasurer, he lit it before puffing out the smoke through his nose. His obsidian eyes met with the darkest sea green of colours. Her eyes were as warm as an unstrung summer. Face as white as any white porcelain doll. Beautif
27— Unbound truth! (Part-3) In India, the main reason for intricate problems aren't just poverty and hunger and unemployment, but also terrorism; outlaws and trafficking as well. —Saumya Tripathi “Your eyes are my own calm, little bird.” Her doe-like pumpkin-sized eyes were the sole reason for many questions about why he fell in love with her all over again. Surprisingly, every time he found his thoughts wandering around, he felt her closer to him, by his side, standing near him. What a feeling was it to have her closer to him, just the place where she belonged. He could not forget the feeling of her tiny face in his large palm. His soft ambient pulse deafened his ears. The thought itself brought a calming effect on him which he was aware of. A soft grin replaced his straight face. Sometimes, the littlest of things can make you rise in love. With her by his side, it felt no less than getting higher in the sky. Exactly like her shimmering volumetric diamond like-grin on her fa
28— stupefaction. Sometimes the betrayal doesn't come from others. It comes from us as we trusted others blindly when already knowing the consequences. —Saumya Tripathi “He did not lie at all,” his eyes appeared to have opened the gates of remorse. My mind was clouded with thoughts again. Thoughts that had me feeling completely ruined. How could he not? How was I supposed to trust the words coming from a total stranger? My heart was hammering against my chest. The said truth left me with more questions than intended with a wide range of possibilities in its wake. I wasn't that much shocked when this certain truth was fed by Shreyaanz uncle. However, it indeed left a hollow wound inside of me when confirmed by the only person I trusted blindly. He should have let me know about all of this from the beginning. Shouldn't he? I was petrified and there was no doubt of it. Was it too much for him to just come clean with the truth? I guess so, perhaps that was why he didn't o
Part two. “Drink.”Taking the glass full of water from his extended hand, I drank. Time lapsed.“I have calmed down.”“Are you?” I blinked at him, nodding my head. “I will get you properly checked. Your anxiety seems to have worsened in the past few days.”I was silent. Because it was true. It was the third time in a row. We were both silent, trapped in our own thoughts of minds. “I am ready to listen.”Our eyes met. There was a moment when I had a feeling I was being scrutinized in his keen eyes. “Are you?” he finally asked.This time I nodded with determination shining in my orbs. “I am.” He nodded at me in return, taking a moment to consolidate his musings. “Whatever has been told to you by Shreyaanz is all correct.” Taking another breath of encouragement, I nodded at him to go further. I needed to be strong to get to the bottom of this. I was driven by wanting to know the actual truth. I listened with my ears wide open and eyes aghast with panic. “I need to know everythi