Kiss Of Serverance

Life sometime shows you event that force you to go back in time and recollect the scattered pieces of past. The same happened with me today when I was standing near a shop opposite to a school. A girl and boy may be in their early teen came to the shop and asked for ice cream. They were happily eating when the shop owner asked for money and the boy put his hand in his pocket. He had 5 rupees less and the shopkeeper started scolding him. As tears started falling from his eyes the girl hugged him and wept the tears from his face. She told the shopkeeper that they would pay after a day but he was not listening. He kept asking them to call their parents with money otherwise he would not let them go. They were seating on the bench holding each other’s hand crying in fear while their ice cream was melting down. The situation felt like I have lived it already and yes that had happened with me when I was in my final year of my school. I gave the amount to the shopkeeper and asked them to smile. They both kissed on my cheeks and run towards their school saying thank you. After returning home I sat on my bed and remembered my schools days and the girl I have first crush on.

It was the late years of the fist decades of 21^st century and I was in my 9^th standard. Days were going happily. Being the topper of my school everyone had a special attention towards me. From sport to extracurricular there was no match of me. Teachers were giving my example to others, seniors girls talked about me in their groups. And one day she entered to the class room to take the crown out of my head. From head to toe her body was covered in a black burka and she slowly entered into the classroom and sat on an empty bench. 

Every eyes of the class was on fixed on her because we had never saw someone wearing that kind of dress in real. We had fear that they are different kind of people so they cover their face and they kill animals to eat. As time passed the fear started converting to hate as when our parent knew that a Muslim girl is in our class they started telling us not to be friend with her or talk to her even not to sit near her. So after sitting in the same class for 6 months she didn’t have friends. No one was ready to take her in their team while playing and she kept looking others enjoying with her wet eyes. Most of the time she kept herself busy in her books and notes barely coming outside of the room in the six hours at school. She didn’t goes to the dining hall because everyone looked at her food like she is eating that are not eatable by humans.

Our half yearly exam was over and this time my name was on the second row of the list as she had took over my place. Unhappy scolded by my parents for coming second I was not in a mood to eat so I threw the tiffin and came back to class. She was alone sitting on her seat eating her lunch with her face uncovered. For the first time I saw her face a cute round face fair like the paper that if you touch it may get dirt. When she saw me looking at her she put the food on the plate and covered her face. I was confused by her action. So I asked in an innocent manner,” Why you always covers your face. Students says you looks different so you don’t shows your face but you look similar as me even far beautiful”.

Her eyes told that she blushed and she asked me to sit and explained me that in their religion there is a rule not to show your face to anyone except husband. I was amazed by her wards as that was the thing I had never heard of. For a moment I doubted on my knowledge. I turned towards the blackboard and said,’ you can eat now I am not going to see your face” and we laughed. After finishing her lunch she went to wash her hand and when she came back I put forward my hand saying my name. She shook my hand and said,” I know you. You are the topper of the class”. I smiled and said,” Ex-topper. You are the new topper and please keep my crown clean because it will definitely take it back from you. She smiled and we went to our seats.

As time passed we become good friend. Sharing notes, discussing topics in class and solving math become our daily routine. She taught me a lot about her religion and I told her mine. Most of the things we found common in both. Our little brains were thinking about the world peace which even the great scholars can’t. I had stated testing her food and that was amazing. The first time I tested mutton I was in the third world for the first time it felt that my mom was not the best cook. My friends had started making distance from me as I was getting closer to her. That had started taking about unrealistic stuffs like she is doing black magic on me and controlling my minds. Even I had fight with some of my best friend on that topics.

One day she brought a box full of chicken biriyani for me and I kept that in my bag to eat at night thinking that my mom would not be able to know. But from the moment I enter my home she was talking about an odd smell that only I knew. My father was busy in his work so didn’t gave importance to her words. In the night I told my mom that I was not feeling well and didn’t go for dinner. When they finished their dinner and went for sleep I opened the box and started eating the biriyani. I was about the take a bite from the leg peace my mom opened the door. Seeing that on my hand the milk glass dropped from her hand and she came near and put a tight slap on my face making the piece fall on the ground. My eyes were tearful on their way to explode but my mom kept beating me until she become tiered.

She said,” shall I call your father or you tell me where you got this”. When I told her the truth she put her hand on her head and said,” how many times I need to tell you that they are not good people. You shouldn’t be friend with them”.

I said in anger, “It’s not like that mom they are also like us just because of their food habit a worship method you hand make someone out of the society”.

She said,” Beta why you are not understanding that the girl is poising your mind to keep you down. Didn’t you see after she came to your school you are not in the number one”.

I thought of telling her that the girl she is talking about was far more brilliant then their son but I didn’t spoke a single word because I knew she was not going to understand.

She gave a lecture for more than an hour and asked me to sleep and made me promise that I would not talk with the girl again. But as we know promises are made to break I did the same. Our friendship was grew with every passing day. I had started liking her, she was the world’s most beautiful girl for me. I was not ready to listen a single word against her. We ate our lunch together sat on the playground far away from others. Every time we were alone she never kept the burka over her face giving me a signal that she liked me. And we completed our 9^th getting same marks. My mom was happy as I came first she thought I was not getting close with the girl.

In the summer vacation she went to her grandparent’s house and I stayed back at my home but we stayed in contact over phone. We had already decided the times when our parents were out of home or busy in their work so that they would not be able to know. The distance make our relationship solid. I was confirmed that the feeling in my heart rising for her was nothing but love. For the first time I felt something like that. The pure form of love. No expectation no desire no show up but just taking care of each other and protecting her from everything taking all the force on my own.

When our school began we came early before anyone had even reached half way. I was sitting in the room when she entered. She came running to me and hugged tightly. Her eyes were looking wet but those were the cold tears of happiness. She removed her burka and kissed on my cheek. I was blushed, for the first time a girl kissed me. For the day was feeling awkward not able to meet her eyes. We shared our lunch and talked about everything we had done in the vacation. She was excited and worried about the new class as we had our board exam that year as everybody told that it was hard to clear that if you failed your carrier was gone. No one would give you a job or you would go to a good college.

Luckily our parents put us in the same coaching center and we got more time to spend together. We went there on our cycles and sat on the empty class. Our combine pocket money was only able afford a single ice-cream so we share it one by one. Sometime we bunked the tuition and went for movies from the saving we had did for months. Our life was going fine until the darkest day of our life came.

Our pre-test exam was over and that was the last week of our tuition. We had purchased a big diary milk chocolate for her birthday and we were eating inside the classroom. We both taking bites when our lips touched for the first time. That ran like a thunder bold through our body. We look at each other’s eyes and our body moved closer. There was no gap between our face her warm breath was touching mine I was able to feel her heart beating faster over my chest. She closed her eyes as my lips touched her. In a second we were kissing passionately our lips were fighting inside mouth to drink the saliva and teeth were biting lips softly. And at that time someone knocked the open door making us realized that we were in the classroom. We moved away and she covered her face. We were trembling with fear as our class teacher was standing before us.

He said,” Meet the principal in his chamber. I am calling you parents”.

We moved our shaking feet holding hands to the principal’s room. He was not angry as he didn’t knew the incident and asked us about our studies and other things. He appreciated me for being friend with her. Bu as our class teacher came inside and explained our did he become upset. In half an hour we were standing before our parents with head down. They both took side of their own keep and tried to make other as the culprit. They were not ready to listen to us. At last my father did a thing for which I am not able to excuse me till date was that he called some member of a saffron party member and intimidate her father to leave the city or they would harm his family. The discussion ended there no one asked for our answer. I was beaten with shoes, stick hand and whatever came to my father’s hand back at home. My mother tried to stop him but of no gain. He kept beating as I had done a heinous crime. But tear didn’t came from my eyes I kept looking at him like I was feeling nothing. One thing was going on inside my brain what would be happening with her in her house, where would they go and if not did my father would do what he had said in the office.

I didn’t slept that night and woke up early and ran to her home. A car was standing before their house and they had packed everything inside. Her father was pulling her inside the car while she was crying not to leave the city. She saw me from the side of the window. When the car started moving she opened the window and threw a paper towards me. I kept looking her till she vanished in the horizon. After she was gone I picked the paper and opened it. A picture of ours eating ice cream together and I love you was drawn on that. I smiled and putting that safely in my pocket ii came back home. My father was standing on the door and asked where I was gone and I said,” You have proven to be a good father. She is gone now”. Giving a smile I went inside and that was the last time I talked with him.

Completing my 10^th I got scholarship for study and went to Delhi. The amount was sufficient for me to survive and the prize money helped me to become financially independent. I kept my search for her but never heard her name again. And after nine years I was living alone for from my parents and city that took my love decided to never go back and with a dream in my eyes to found her.

The old memories brought tears to my eyes and I turned the television on to divert my mind. That was showing a live report on a communal riot and as the guy from the studio said a name who was on the spot to provide updates my eyes shined and I looked closely to the girl in a salwar and jeans holding a mike giving live information. Those eyes I could never forget it was her my love. I remember those kids from the morning and smiled. With a lots of happiness I drove towards the news office to meet her.

After waiting for six hours she came back exhausted but when the receptionist told her my name she ran to me and hugged. Tears flooded from our eyes we kept looking at each other.

Love Made Me A Bed Time Toy

IT'S THE STORY OF A GIRL WHO CALLED ME JUST A DAY BEFORE HER MARRIAGE AND SHARED A PAINFUL INCIDENT OF HER LIFE. SHE CUT THE CALL AND LOST IN THE AIR. 

It was an unfortunate day when I met him for the first time. A young muscular guy of our college. His pumped arms were perfectly fit with his 6 foot structure. And that slept me out of my feet.

Winter party was going on to celebrate Christmas. The loud sound of Dj was shaking the surroundings. Every beat of music was being felt on my heart. I was dancing hard with my friends when my head started spinning and I was about to fall while he hold me back stopping me from falling down. That was the moment when our eyes met for the first time. Time stopped for me, my slim soft body was resting on hard hands. He took me on his arm and moved out of the crowd and made me sit on a bench.

He asked,” Hey, are you OK”?

His intense voice flowed through my ear to my heard. In a second I fall in love with him.

He again repeat his wards putting his my shoulder. I got to sense and said,” Yeah, I am fine”. And then he vanished in the crowd leaving me with a lot of questions.

That night after reaching my hostel I was unable to sleep, his handsome face was floating before my eyes. And when slept dreamed about him coming on a black horse taking me wit him. In my heart I tattooed his name as the prince of my life. The next few days I searched him everywhere in the campus but no gain. He was gone like the smoke dissolves in air. There was no sign of him and my last night of the year went in depression.

I went to college on New Year with a dull face as for me I had lost him for ever. But god had different plans for me. I just put my leg out of the bus when he crossed before me on his bike. A little smile came on my lips. I decided to talk to him that day but every time I saw him he was surrounded with his friends.

In the evening the bus were just about to leave and I was going towards the bus when I saw him sitting on his bike in the parking area burning a smoke. Asking my friends to go I went to him. Saw me coming he threw the cigarette and smashed it with his shoes.

I initiate the talk saying,” Hey, I forgot to say thanks for that night”.

He smiled and replied,” its ok, by the way how are you feeling know”?

For a moment i thought of saying the condition of my heart but just smiled thinking what would be his reaction, he may take me as a cheap girl trying to impress him.

I lost the count of time talking to him. And when he said did i go by bus as the bus had already crossed the gate. My face had a mixed feeling of tens and blush. I turned to run to catch the bus but he hold my hand from the back and said he would drop me.

Inside me was dancing but I said,” I don’t even know your name”.

He put his hand forward and told me his name.

I shook his and told my name. Then sat on the back seat of his bullet. He was not driving fast and we talked all the way till my hostel. He said good bye went on his way.

In my room I threw my bag and led on the bed looking to the fan remembering the way he talk, his perfectly build hands and his spiked hair.

After having my dinner I opened laptop to check my Facebook and when I logged in a new friend request popped out. It was him with a guitar on the profile picture. I pressured the confirm button without wasting a single second.

Next I received a message “HI”

I replied back “hey, how r u”

And our conversation went on till I slept keeping my Facebook open. In the morning when I woke up a beautiful shayri from him was waiting for me. I send a smiley and went to bathroom. From than we kept talking on Facebook and one day he asked me for my number. I gave her without hesitation as I also wanted to listen to his voice.

We talked for hours in the night. Every morning he sent me beautiful messages. And every passage of day we were coming closer. We went for movies, shopping, dinner even some time he dropped me back from collage.

As the valentine week arrived I was becoming more nervous thinking he would propose me or not. Adding oil to my fear he didn’t wished me on a single day of the week. It was 14^th February morning when he came to my hostel and called me saying he was waiting for me and asked me to come down.  I ran down and saw him holding a big gift hamper in his hand. When I reached near him her hold me that and knelled down and said,”

I LOVE YOU WILL YOU BECOME MY VALENTINE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE”.

 A drop of tear came out of my eyes as I smiled and hug him. He kissed on my forehead and said he will meet me in a few hour at collage. I return back with a cheerful face my friends who saw that were looking jealous and burning inside. I got ready for collage wearing a pair of denim jeans and a white top with my new snickers purchased just before some days.

During our lunch break he called me outside and asked me to seat on her bullet. When I asked him where we were going he replied that he had planned a surprise for me. He took me to his apartment decorated with lights and pictures. He put his hand over my eyes and guided me inside. When my eyes opened I was standing in front of a wall with a picture of mine. I turned and hugged him tightly.

He raised my face and kissed on my lips and I responded him passionately but when her hand stated moving inside my top I pushed him back and stood with near the wall. He came near me holding my hand said vary emotionally,” don’t you trust me”.

I replied,” yes but it should be wrong for now”.

He left my hand and said,” hmm, I just wanted to make this day special for both of us but if you don’t want its ok”. And went towards the balcony.

His emotional talk made me fool. I ran to him hugging from behind turned him towards me and put her hand inside my top saying,” anything you want baby”. He started kissing me again while hand were massaging my breast. Eventual he removed my top and I was standing before him only with my bra. I was feeling shy but looking at his I was forgetting everything like spelled by a witch. He pulled down my bra and started licking my bosoms and then carry me in his arm to his bed room. Laying me on his bed he removed his shirt reveling his wide chest. He climbed over me and started kissing all over my body and removed my jeans. For the first time I was lying naked inform of a man. I was feeling like a slut but convincing myself telling in love everyone have to do it. He spread my legs and pulled me near him. My heart had started beating faster, breathing become high. Lied over me and I felt a hot iron rod entering inside me. Tears came out of my eyes. I started crying asking him to stop but he didn’t listen instead he stated liking my mouth to make me stop shouting. After few minutes of pain I started feeling better and enjoyed a little but he was not going to stop in one chance. He asked me stop for the night and fucked me like a bitch the whole night.

The next I was having pain in my lower belly, my head was spinning, temperature of my body raised like fever and I was unable to walk. But he got ready and asked me to dress up so he could drop me early in my hostel as his parents were coming. Reaching hostel somehow I walked to my room and took painkiller. The pain was not allowing me to sleep so I went to bathroom and sat under the shower. The hot water gave me some relief but I got tense when I saw my privet part is swelled and lower belly was still paining. My roommate asked where I was last night and I narrate the whole story. She asked did we used protection or not and when I said no she sat holding her head. I said he is going to marry me so no problem if he didn’t used protection. She gave me an anti-pregnancy pill and asked to swallow that.

Our relationship continued like usual we made out several time in different places from car to park, theater to terrace. Our chats and talks were slowly turning into only physical. He started asking my nudes, clips of masturbating and other cheap things. I was unable to say him anything because I was deeply in love with me. His every ward felt correct to me. But everything changed when he asked me to come to his place one Friday evening. When I reached there some of his friends were sitting on the hall playing cards with alcohol bottles around them and the room was full of smoke of cigarette and weed. I enter to his bed room where she was watching my nude video on his TV. I asked him why he called me at that time when his friends were around. He was fully drunk, his eyes were looking red. He pulled me over the bed and started removing my cloth I tried to resist me but he overpowered me. I lied on the bed like a dead body when he raped me in cold blood. When he finished one of his finished he called one of his friend inside. I was not believing my ears that the guy who loved me so much now offering me to his friends. One by one all his 6 friends raped me for next two days. I was tied to the bed didn’t even gave me a drop of water. If I asked for water sometime they pour beer on my mouth and sometime pee on my face. On Monday morning when they become bored of my flesh untie me and asked to leave and not to talk anyone about that as they have all video of mine and would upload on internet if I opened my mouth.

I wore the cloth that I found and returned to my hostel. At the time there were no one to saw my condition so I locked my room from inside and started crying. All his memory has turn dark his face filled disgust to me. I felt like tearing apart my skin. It felt like they were still inside me. The hot shower didn’t cleaned my body but not the soul. The horror of the nights were still in my mind. After the shower I opened my friend’s bag and ate all the anti-pregnancy tablets. After few minutes I had started vomiting and fell on the ground. When my eyes opened I was in the hospital with bunch of tubes connected to my body.

After getting into conscious my friend came and asked why he took that much of medicine but I didn’t told her anything. When I discharged from hospital I was changed. The talkative girl was dead I was left with a burnt sole. For next one moth I didn’t went to college didn’t talk to anyone. Sitting on my bed kept looking out of my window. My health started degrading every time I was feeling weak not having energy to do something. Sometimes I thought he would call me and say sorry but he never called me back and I didn’t dare to call him after seeing his true face.

One day I was seating alone when my roommate came running to me with a newspaper. She gave me that and taking beep breaths asked me to read it. When I looked into the paper my eyes shined. The headline was “7 YOUTH DIED AS A TRUCK RAN OVER THEM” with picture of all. The faces of the dogs who raped me like a slut whose face I could never forget were no more. God had took my revenge. For the first time in two moths my lips spread to smile and then started laughing like a mad holding the paper dancing on my bed saying “YOU FUCKED ME NOW LIFE FUCKED YOU ALL”. 

My friend looked at me in a strange way thinking I am getting crazy as my boyfriend died but I was the only one who knew what really happened to me.