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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 12/06/2014
the storY
M, from Punjab, India"This one.. To the sweethearts..."
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"I didn't see her face but that thing was damn soft! Ooohh.. I can still feel it in my hand." Hemant's friend said.
"Really ?" Hemant asked, "I mean in the auto ? You are a real bastard man.!!"
And they shared a laugh.
THE STORY
"There's a man in every woman." He read one of the quotations in my room.
He, who had come to see me, for an arrange marriage, Prince.
Arrange marriages suck! But dad.!!!
I was doing it because Hemant said that he was yet not mature enough for marriage.
But he was mature enough for getting into a relationship.!
May be he just didn't want to. Excuses are just the hands to put something into the dustbin.
Anyways, I replied Prince with just a smile.
"So.. Are you a virgin ?" He asked.
"Pardon." I said, not trusting my ears.
"Are.You.A.Virgin ?"
"Does it matter ?" I said, "are you ?"
"No." He said, straight away.
"same!" I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Its been six months since this incident. Prince rejected me. I left my home and came to delhi, alone, cuz if I hadn't, my dad would have surely found someone who would have been ready to marry my dad's money, if not my virginity.
I'm staying with hemant here. He said he's just not ready yet but he will marry me. A part of me says he's not good for me. But still, don't know why, I'm with him.
'Bad one dear! Not upto the standard of Ruhaani.! There was not even a single new thing in this one.! Try something different yaar... And help me running away from your stories..!!' -- was the first comment on my latest story that I posted online.
yes, I'm a writer.
I sat in my bed, hadn't even put my clothes on, but opened my laptop.
Hemant, who was sleeping beside me, woke up, sat, and put an arm around me from the back.
"Good morning." He said and kissed my cheek.
I was busy reading the comments which were asking me to change my genre!
He took the laptop from my hands and put it on a table beside the bed.
He held me and made me lay back and came over.
"I'm not in mood.!" I said.
"But I am.." He said, trying to kiss me but I turned my head.
"Please..." I said.
"For my sake ?" He said.
I thought and nodded. And he pushed.
For the next few days, I kept on thinking about the story.. A story to write.
'You need to learn about symbolism.' - Sir Aman had commented on my last story.
"Hey...!! Ruhaani..!! How are you buddy..?" Sonia said, straight away after answering the call. Sonia, my friend, had really helped me a lot when I came to New delhi.
"Hey.. I'm good. How are you.?" Said I.
"Don't you ask her yaar.." She said, "Frustrated.!"
"Why so..?"
"umm.. Do you remember Professor Malik ?" She asked.
"Yeah! The H.O.D right ?" I said
"Exactly!" She said, "He asked me to compromise for assessments.!"
"What.!? Seriosly ? Are you kidding me ?" I said, "Oh my God..."
"Did you tell your dad ?" I asked.
"Are you mad.!?"
"Are YOUU mad.!!??"
"Anyways" she said, "I'm not doing anything with him. I can compromise my percentage but not my respect.!"
"But still.."
"Now lets not talk about it.." She said, "So.. How are YOU doing ?"
"Grand."
"And hemant ?"
"Good." I said.
"still dominating ?"
I remained silent.
"Typical boy.. And you.... Typical girl.!" She said.
"Lets not talk about it." I said.
"The bearer is equaly responsible.!"
"Did you read the story ?" I asked.
"Yeah.. Its good but... A again a love story..."
I don't know what she said after that cuz I felt something coming out of me. And I ran towards the college washroom.
vomited. Felt weak. Adn left for home immedietly.
I was in an autorickshaw, sitting on the left corner, alone, when my phone rang and I picked it out of my purse, to my right.
It was Sonia.
"Hey! Are you okay ?!" She asked on the go.
"Yeah.. Just.. Just suffering from food poisoning." I said.
"Thank God.."
"hmm.."
"Listen." she said, "Do you really think he loves."
"Yeah.." I said, "Why?"
"Nothing.. I mean he didn't even talk to you for about three months and when he got to know that you were here in Delhi then all of a sudden, he cums you and apologise."
I remained silent.
"And you still think he loves you.!"
"I love him too!" I said.
"Oh c'mon.. He's just using you for his sake!"
'for my sake..' - hemant's words struck my mind.
"lets not talk about it" I said.
"I have an idea."
We talked for few minutes and I reached home. The auto rickshaw stopped. I was putting my cellphone in my bag when all of a sudden, someone grabbed my shirt from above my chest and starting pulling it. It was so terrifying that I started shouting immedietly. I tried looking back but couldn't see him. With strength. He pulled the shirt powerfully and tore some part of it and in a jiffy, he was gone.
I held my shirt with my hands and got out of the auto rickshaw to see who it was bit didn't anyone to blame.
I put my hands on my mouth, not believing what just happend. Silence filled my ears. All the senses were kinda gone. And then anger took their place.
I sat back in the auto rickshaw and asked him to go to police station.
"Sir." I said after it had been an hour of my sitting there and listening to his conversation, over the phone, with his wife. And he stopped me with his hand.
"hanji... Kahiye.." Finally he said, "kahan chhua usne aapko?"
"What?!" I said.
"Kahan-Kahan chhua usne ...?" He repeated.
I looked around. There were a lot of people in the room. And I tried to tell him by showing my shirt.
"kahan? Acha-acha.. Seeney pe.." He was so loud that everyone could hear and looked at me.
"Koi nishaan hai aapke wahan ?" He asked, "jahan chhua hai.. Wahan nishaan hai koi? Dikhaiye zara.."
"sorry?" I said in shock.
"Ab jab tak hum dekhenge nahi toh bhalaa kaise maanlein k aap sach bol rahi hain.. Koi gawaah hai kya aapke pass?"
I got up and went out to see the rickshaw driver but he was gone.
I came back from there, making up a mind that I'd write about it.
Hemant was sharing a laugh with one of his friends when I got home. I went straight to my room, threw my bag on the bed, sat on the chair, opened my laptop and run 'Notepad'.
'What should be the first line ? First word ? First letter ?' - 'What's the story ?' And above all -> 'what will everyone think about me.' - 'What if that police officer takes an action against me.!'
My hand rested on the keyboard for about five minutes and then I closed my laptop.
Hemant came from behind and put a hand on my left shoulder.
"What's up ?" He asked.
"Nothing..." I said.
"Can we go for a dinner tonight?"
I nodded.
"So.. Did you find a new story?" Hemant asked when we were having a dinner in a nearby restuarant.
"Yeah.. Got one but.. Its a love story again.." I said.
"Oh-oh."
"hmm.."
"Hey! Are you alright?" He asked, keeping his right hand on my hands, "What happened?"
"Hemant I'm.." I said, "I'm pregnant."
"What?" He said and stood straight, "Are you kidding me?"
I remained silent.
"This can't be happening! Oh lord.. Whats going on.!!" He said, looking up, with hands on his mouth, "This isn't my son. I'm pretty sure about this. Tell me who's it?!"
"What?" I said, "Who you think I am.!"
He sat down.
"Its our child hemant." I said.
He looked at me for sometime. Shooking his head, he got up and left.
I sat there for sometime... with emptiness.
I came back from there in the first hour of the very next day. Unlocked the door and turned on the light switch. 'No electricity'
I locked the main door.
"So did you get your story?" Someone said.
"Who's it?" I asked, terrified.
"Do you still think that you need a story?"
"Hemant?" I said, trying to recognize the voice.
"Don't take his name! I always told you that he is not good for you.! 'for my sake'? Oh give me a break.!" He said.
"Who are you?" I asked, "How do you know about that sentence?"
I was trying to walk towards the voice forgeting about the table. I hit it and fell down.
"Do you even know what would have happened if you were really pregnant?!"
"Why don't you write about how, the one you loved, used u!"
"Who are you...!!!!" I shouted.
"And if you don't want to write a love story, why don't you write about the boys, who have had it tons of times, looking for virgins to marry.! Why don't you write about what happened with you in that auto rickshaw? And how the police officer behaved? but you won't! Cuz you're a bitch that just barks.! Stop blaming readers for they forget what they read. Do you even work on the things you write? You blame people for just sitting in their houses and watching the news channels instead to coming out and fighting for the right. What does media do? Just interview people about how they feel after being raped.! They are also the public. Aren't they? 'There's a man in every woman.' But why don't you let me come out of you!"
"Who are you?" I asked again.
"Will you write this all if I tell you who I am."
I thought about it and then nodded, "I promise."
And the lights turned on.
And so.. Keeping my promise, I'm sharing my life, here, with you all, hoping there will come a change.. Someday.
yours,
ruhaani.
a story by
gaurav arorA.
the storY(Gaurav arora)
"This one.. To the sweethearts..."
--------------------------------
"I didn't see her face but that thing was damn soft! Ooohh.. I can still feel it in my hand." Hemant's friend said.
"Really ?" Hemant asked, "I mean in the auto ? You are a real bastard man.!!"
And they shared a laugh.
THE STORY
"There's a man in every woman." He read one of the quotations in my room.
He, who had come to see me, for an arrange marriage, Prince.
Arrange marriages suck! But dad.!!!
I was doing it because Hemant said that he was yet not mature enough for marriage.
But he was mature enough for getting into a relationship.!
May be he just didn't want to. Excuses are just the hands to put something into the dustbin.
Anyways, I replied Prince with just a smile.
"So.. Are you a virgin ?" He asked.
"Pardon." I said, not trusting my ears.
"Are.You.A.Virgin ?"
"Does it matter ?" I said, "are you ?"
"No." He said, straight away.
"same!" I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Its been six months since this incident. Prince rejected me. I left my home and came to delhi, alone, cuz if I hadn't, my dad would have surely found someone who would have been ready to marry my dad's money, if not my virginity.
I'm staying with hemant here. He said he's just not ready yet but he will marry me. A part of me says he's not good for me. But still, don't know why, I'm with him.
'Bad one dear! Not upto the standard of Ruhaani.! There was not even a single new thing in this one.! Try something different yaar... And help me running away from your stories..!!' -- was the first comment on my latest story that I posted online.
yes, I'm a writer.
I sat in my bed, hadn't even put my clothes on, but opened my laptop.
Hemant, who was sleeping beside me, woke up, sat, and put an arm around me from the back.
"Good morning." He said and kissed my cheek.
I was busy reading the comments which were asking me to change my genre!
He took the laptop from my hands and put it on a table beside the bed.
He held me and made me lay back and came over.
"I'm not in mood.!" I said.
"But I am.." He said, trying to kiss me but I turned my head.
"Please..." I said.
"For my sake ?" He said.
I thought and nodded. And he pushed.
For the next few days, I kept on thinking about the story.. A story to write.
'You need to learn about symbolism.' - Sir Aman had commented on my last story.
"Hey...!! Ruhaani..!! How are you buddy..?" Sonia said, straight away after answering the call. Sonia, my friend, had really helped me a lot when I came to New delhi.
"Hey.. I'm good. How are you.?" Said I.
"Don't you ask her yaar.." She said, "Frustrated.!"
"Why so..?"
"umm.. Do you remember Professor Malik ?" She asked.
"Yeah! The H.O.D right ?" I said
"Exactly!" She said, "He asked me to compromise for assessments.!"
"What.!? Seriosly ? Are you kidding me ?" I said, "Oh my God..."
"Did you tell your dad ?" I asked.
"Are you mad.!?"
"Are YOUU mad.!!??"
"Anyways" she said, "I'm not doing anything with him. I can compromise my percentage but not my respect.!"
"But still.."
"Now lets not talk about it.." She said, "So.. How are YOU doing ?"
"Grand."
"And hemant ?"
"Good." I said.
"still dominating ?"
I remained silent.
"Typical boy.. And you.... Typical girl.!" She said.
"Lets not talk about it." I said.
"The bearer is equaly responsible.!"
"Did you read the story ?" I asked.
"Yeah.. Its good but... A again a love story..."
I don't know what she said after that cuz I felt something coming out of me. And I ran towards the college washroom.
vomited. Felt weak. Adn left for home immedietly.
I was in an autorickshaw, sitting on the left corner, alone, when my phone rang and I picked it out of my purse, to my right.
It was Sonia.
"Hey! Are you okay ?!" She asked on the go.
"Yeah.. Just.. Just suffering from food poisoning." I said.
"Thank God.."
"hmm.."
"Listen." she said, "Do you really think he loves."
"Yeah.." I said, "Why?"
"Nothing.. I mean he didn't even talk to you for about three months and when he got to know that you were here in Delhi then all of a sudden, he cums you and apologise."
I remained silent.
"And you still think he loves you.!"
"I love him too!" I said.
"Oh c'mon.. He's just using you for his sake!"
'for my sake..' - hemant's words struck my mind.
"lets not talk about it" I said.
"I have an idea."
We talked for few minutes and I reached home. The auto rickshaw stopped. I was putting my cellphone in my bag when all of a sudden, someone grabbed my shirt from above my chest and starting pulling it. It was so terrifying that I started shouting immedietly. I tried looking back but couldn't see him. With strength. He pulled the shirt powerfully and tore some part of it and in a jiffy, he was gone.
I held my shirt with my hands and got out of the auto rickshaw to see who it was bit didn't anyone to blame.
I put my hands on my mouth, not believing what just happend. Silence filled my ears. All the senses were kinda gone. And then anger took their place.
I sat back in the auto rickshaw and asked him to go to police station.
"Sir." I said after it had been an hour of my sitting there and listening to his conversation, over the phone, with his wife. And he stopped me with his hand.
"hanji... Kahiye.." Finally he said, "kahan chhua usne aapko?"
"What?!" I said.
"Kahan-Kahan chhua usne ...?" He repeated.
I looked around. There were a lot of people in the room. And I tried to tell him by showing my shirt.
"kahan? Acha-acha.. Seeney pe.." He was so loud that everyone could hear and looked at me.
"Koi nishaan hai aapke wahan ?" He asked, "jahan chhua hai.. Wahan nishaan hai koi? Dikhaiye zara.."
"sorry?" I said in shock.
"Ab jab tak hum dekhenge nahi toh bhalaa kaise maanlein k aap sach bol rahi hain.. Koi gawaah hai kya aapke pass?"
I got up and went out to see the rickshaw driver but he was gone.
I came back from there, making up a mind that I'd write about it.
Hemant was sharing a laugh with one of his friends when I got home. I went straight to my room, threw my bag on the bed, sat on the chair, opened my laptop and run 'Notepad'.
'What should be the first line ? First word ? First letter ?' - 'What's the story ?' And above all -> 'what will everyone think about me.' - 'What if that police officer takes an action against me.!'
My hand rested on the keyboard for about five minutes and then I closed my laptop.
Hemant came from behind and put a hand on my left shoulder.
"What's up ?" He asked.
"Nothing..." I said.
"Can we go for a dinner tonight?"
I nodded.
"So.. Did you find a new story?" Hemant asked when we were having a dinner in a nearby restuarant.
"Yeah.. Got one but.. Its a love story again.." I said.
"Oh-oh."
"hmm.."
"Hey! Are you alright?" He asked, keeping his right hand on my hands, "What happened?"
"Hemant I'm.." I said, "I'm pregnant."
"What?" He said and stood straight, "Are you kidding me?"
I remained silent.
"This can't be happening! Oh lord.. Whats going on.!!" He said, looking up, with hands on his mouth, "This isn't my son. I'm pretty sure about this. Tell me who's it?!"
"What?" I said, "Who you think I am.!"
He sat down.
"Its our child hemant." I said.
He looked at me for sometime. Shooking his head, he got up and left.
I sat there for sometime... with emptiness.
I came back from there in the first hour of the very next day. Unlocked the door and turned on the light switch. 'No electricity'
I locked the main door.
"So did you get your story?" Someone said.
"Who's it?" I asked, terrified.
"Do you still think that you need a story?"
"Hemant?" I said, trying to recognize the voice.
"Don't take his name! I always told you that he is not good for you.! 'for my sake'? Oh give me a break.!" He said.
"Who are you?" I asked, "How do you know about that sentence?"
I was trying to walk towards the voice forgeting about the table. I hit it and fell down.
"Do you even know what would have happened if you were really pregnant?!"
"Why don't you write about how, the one you loved, used u!"
"Who are you...!!!!" I shouted.
"And if you don't want to write a love story, why don't you write about the boys, who have had it tons of times, looking for virgins to marry.! Why don't you write about what happened with you in that auto rickshaw? And how the police officer behaved? but you won't! Cuz you're a bitch that just barks.! Stop blaming readers for they forget what they read. Do you even work on the things you write? You blame people for just sitting in their houses and watching the news channels instead to coming out and fighting for the right. What does media do? Just interview people about how they feel after being raped.! They are also the public. Aren't they? 'There's a man in every woman.' But why don't you let me come out of you!"
"Who are you?" I asked again.
"Will you write this all if I tell you who I am."
I thought about it and then nodded, "I promise."
And the lights turned on.
And so.. Keeping my promise, I'm sharing my life, here, with you all, hoping there will come a change.. Someday.
yours,
ruhaani.
a story by
gaurav arorA.
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