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Short story: Her Forbidden Love

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(this 2000 words story was an entry for the Himalayan Writing Retreat contest. Open theme)

 

Five years ago

Camouflaging themselves right from across the border, in the dark herbage surrounding the wilderness the men moved closer to the Awantipur Airforce station.

Commander Sadiq signaled and a blast ripped off the surrounding boundary creating ripples across the landscape.

Inshallah… he hoped to get that document.

 

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Present

Aradhna rushed through her morning routine. She had an important task at work today at Jodhpur Public School, where she taught biology to high school students.

Clutching at her turquoise ivory locket, the last birthday gift from her late father, she walked towards his garlanded portrait. An Airforce commodore, Rajnish Sharma, had been martyred during his visit to the Awantipur station five years ago. Aradhna had since taken over the responsibility of her younger siblings and a distraught mother.

At 32, she was happy being a teacher and her siblings were set in their families and careers.

Half an hour later she was crossing the road near her school when a truck came uncontrollably towards her. Startled, she stood rooted to the ground when strong hands dragged her down and away in the nick of time.

Trembling, she turned to look at her savior and stared into the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. The man was tall, fair, and strong given his hold and dressed in smart formals now ruined.

For the first time, she felt her heart flutter despite the event that just happened.

He moved first shaking her out of her reverie.

“Hi, I am Dr. Hanif Ansari. Are you alright?” He helped her up.

She only nodded and excused herself with a weak thank you.

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She was sipping a hot cup of tea in the staff room still shaking from the effect of the close shave with death or… the brown-orbed guy, she couldn’t tell.

The door to the staff room opened with an irritating creak announcing the arrival of the principal.

“Good morning everyone. The sex-education lecture was canceled last minute but we now have a replacement providentially. Welcome, Dr. Ansari, a renowned sexologist from London.”

Her heart skipped a beat as the very handsome Dr. Hanif Ansari walked in… the world had faded away and she could only see those twinkling browns staring at her while her heart raced off to glory.

Being the student’s in-charge, she went to the auditorium where the all-important lecture was to be held. She had always prided herself in her ability to be strong-headed and tenacious. But today she couldn’t control her galloping heart watching Dr. Ansari prepare for his presentation. He had an alluring aura and she was drawn to him with an intensity that scared her.

An hour later she escorted him to his waiting cab.

“Um…Thank you, Dr, Ansari. That was extremely useful.” She blurted.

“Its Hanif… will you… er… join me for a cup of coffee later today? I will finish my lectures early. There is a café right opposite the medical college…it’s good and… shit… I am rambling…” he rubbed his face and looked away. “…Ok… will you come on a date with me?” His expectant eyes crinkled in their corners as he smiled.

She nodded and after the cab left leaving a trail of smoke behind, she wondered what had gotten into her. How could she agree to meet a virtual stranger?

But later that evening after school she found Hanif waiting in the café. He waved to her and she blushed. Again… a first.

“You are beautiful Ms. Sharma, I couldn’t help but ask you out. But I am attracted by that perceptive brain of yours. I like the camaraderie you share with your students. They adore you… and so do I.” his voice was deep and soft playing a harmonious tune with her heartstrings.

“Thanks, Hanif, and call me Aradhna. And thank you for saving my life earlier today…”

“Hey, relax… Do you like music? I am a sucker for Kumar Sanu numbers…”

“I love Sanu da as well…” The gigantic wave called Hanif was threatening to swallow her whole

More dates followed and Aradhna felt she had finally found her soulmate.

A month later, they were walking along the corridors of the Mehrangarh fort. The cacophony continued amidst the tourists and their guides sparring or the clicks of innumerable cameras. Hanif regaled Aradhna with stories about the rulers in India and she was in awe of his unparalleled knowledge.

As they approached a dark corner, he pulled her aside. It was the first time he had touched her and it sent her heart soaring. He gently pushed her towards the cold historic wall and she stilled as he lowered his head, gently clasping her lips. He looked into her eyes and an unfathomable emotion passed before she could react. His warm breath tingled her nerves as he plundered her mouth, the sensual experience tightening its grip on her soul.

She was in love with Hanif.

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Aradhna often caught Hanif staring into space, or looking at her with a forlorn expression. He only smiled when she asked about it or when she asked him about the strange tattoo on his arm. It looked like a grainy version of a goat eating a snake.

However, it was strangely familiar.

One day they were halfway through a dessert safari Hanif had planned for them.

“Aru, you always said your father left you his legacy… what does that mean?”

She was surprised at the change in topic.

“Well, as you know my father was in the Indian Air Force and a strict disciplinarian but democratic parent at heart. I am like him…”

“Is that all…?” he interrupted.

“What is it, Hanif?”

“No Aru, I was trying to picture him. My Abba too was an Army man.”

“Really…?” She realized she barely knew his family.

Suddenly he asked for a halt and alighted the camel with her. Right in the center of the desert with the camels and their mahouts along with curious tourists watching, he got down on one knee, holding up a ring.

“Marry me Aru…”

A week later Aradhna’s mind was chaotic because Hanif had been out of reach for the last couple of days.

Later that evening she visited his medical college for the first time, emerging in a confounded daze a few minutes later. Dr. Hanif Ansari had passed away a year ago… and he wasn’t the Hanif she knew.

That night she went out for a stroll wanting to calm her distressed heart. She continued to walk oblivious to her surroundings as even as anxiety peaked. Suddenly a van halted too close for comfort and before she knew something was pressed against her mouth, sending her into the throes of darkness.

She regained consciousness in a dark cul-de-sac. Limbs tied she lay on the hard ground with just a sliver of moonlight peeping in for company.

A door opened somewhere and she heard footsteps. A few silhouettes appeared before her. Lights shone blinding her for a moment as someone sat close to her. When she opened her eyes adjusting to the blazing lights she was staring into the very eyes she had fallen for.

 

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“Ha… Hanif? What the hell is going on…?” She cried. “…wait… I know you aren’t Hanif…” She looked up at the others all in Army uniforms… but it wasn’t the Indian Army.

Hanif stood up and walked towards the window while another man with his face covered, squatted before her.

“Look, Miss, we won’t harm you. Just give us what we want.”

She glared in anger and confusion….

“We know you are commodore Sharma’s daughter. We want the details of the last project he was working on for the Airforce.”

“My father would never have involved the family in his missions…”

Right then it struck her, sending a chill down her spine. The tattoo on Hanif’s hand was the symbol of Pakistan-ISI.

“Rot in hell…” She blurted.

She felt the sting of a slap and tasted blood. “I won’t hesitate to empty my pistol into your body. In two hours, I want the information.” The man threatened.

Everyone left, except for Hanif who still stood with his back to her.

After the door closed he ran towards her. She flinched when he touched her swollen cheek.

“Sorry, Aru…”

“…DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK MY NAME, ASSHOLE.” She bellowed while he cut open her binds.

“Aru…. please give it up and you will be free… I promise.”

She clutched at her locket, her only constant, and broke down.

“I know nothing, Hanif…” She wailed plonking on the floor.

“Sadiq… its Commander Sadiq.” He retorted.

She knew the name… he was the man responsible for killing her father and ten soldiers. She shuffled away from him and under the lights saw his stricken look.

“Stop… you are a murderer…” She held up her hand.

“I was only doing my duty… following orders, Aru.”

“THE FUCK YOU WERE…” she screamed and her voice hurt.

She gripped her locket tightly, it moved and separated. In the dimming light, she realized her locket was a pen drive.

Sadiq snatched it away and studied it.

“This is it, Aru… sorry for everything.” He rubbed his face and turned to leave.

“Was everything a façade…?” She muttered stopping him in his tracks.

“Aru… forget all this ever happened…have a great life.”

“Was anything… real?” Her heart broke into a thousand splinters and pain held her in its tentacles.

He glanced at her fleetingly and walked away leaving her in the darkness… probably forever.

Despite all that happened, Sadiq’s betrayal pained her the most.

‘Sorry dad, I let you down…’ She cried recalling her last birthday with her father. Putting the chain with the locket around her neck he had said it was his special ‘Airforce’ blessing, to be shared with only the Air Vice Marshall. In the racket of the celebrations, she had missed comprehending it.

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That night the door opened again Sadiq came in.

“Come on Aru we have to leave… NOW” he whispered and held her arm.

She jerked it away and pushed him. “Stay away from me. Just let me go.”

“Aru they won’t leave loose ends. I am here to save you… trust me.” He commanded with his voice laced with fatigue.

She walked out with him from some exit and they ran through some kind of abandoned land. A while later they halted for breath.

“Here, take this Aru…” he handed the locket to her. “…It’s yours and will always remain so.”

What on earth was happening?

“Aru…” he held her face in those rough palms she had loved. “…I didn’t want this to happen. I met you as a part of my mission. I had to get this information… but I fell for you and you made me want to live a life free from deceit and betrayal.”

“Sadiq…?”

“I…love you Aru… I never thought it would happen to me… a hardcore ISI agent who didn’t hesitate from shedding blood…”

She gasped at his confession.

Right then she heard some clicks and he pulled her, falling to the ground.

“They seem to have caught up Aru…  the Indian Army… I sent across a message to help your rescue. You should go…” he wheezed in agony, pushing her away.

She then realized he had been hit and hugged him tightly even as tears continued their onslaught.

She heard the dogs barking and a commotion of footsteps coming toward them.

“NO… Sadiq, please don’t… not like this…” She cried.

Holding up a bloodied hand to cup her cheek he said, “You were… the best part of… my life after the… inferno I have… lived in. I… want to leave with… these precious memories…” Blood sputtered as he coughed, blotting her sleeves.

“NO…SADIQ.” she held him close as he convulsed in her hands.

“AAA…Aru, live for me as well… I love you… forever…” the hand fell limp.

The army men reached them and dragged her away though she squirmed and cried out for her love…

Her lost love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Book Review: Forbidden

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Author: Rajiv Shah

The book revolves around a love triangle or rather, a man three-timing women. Squash players Karan and Simran fall deeply in love and both feel they have found their respective soulmates and it was destiny that brought them together mind, body, and soul. However, the svelte and good-looking Pooja from Karan’s office too has the hots for him.

What Simran isn’t aware is that Karan is already married with a kid and that devastates her. However, the two soon reconcile and decide to elope as he plans to divorce his wife whom he apparently never loved. But on the same morning, he develops cold feet and Simran is shattered. She decides to move on in life and meets Kunal another Squash player in Abu Dhabi. They are married within a month and Simran plunges into marital life despite her heart still beating for Karan whom she still loves.

One day Karan who has been missing since the night before Simran’s destination wedding in Goa is found dead.

From here the author takes us on a journey that’s a roller coaster ride, where he peels off layer after layer of the plot to zero in on the killer. Rahul and Susan from the Crime Branch are the chief detectives handling the case.

The pace of the murder mystery is maintained throughout and the author has narrated the story in the picturesque backdrop of UAE, Goa and Squash. The terms are well-researched and the ending isn’t rushed. The author is also a talented poet and has penned some mesmerizing verses beautifully blending into the dialogues and tugging at your heartstrings.

 

 

Book Review: Seconds later

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Author: Vani Kaushal

This is one tale that drives a chill down your spine.
This is the story of Nikita Dash a 19-year-old girl from Bhubaneshwar who runs away to Mumbai with stars in her eyes to make a career as a VJ. She is successful and tastes accolades in a very short time. However quick success comes with its own perils and Nikita realizes it when faced with a stalker. She is almost molested and that leaves her traumatized. She also breaks up with her boyfriend and mentor, Cyrus in the process of escaping her personal demons. However, she is relentlessly pursued by a disillusioned admirer who flies down from the UK to marry her.
In her immaturity, Nikita faces the dark side of the glamorous world that she has never envisaged. Eventually, it leads to her close shave with death.
The author has drawn in many pertaining issues regarding women and the narrative is fast-paced too. It makes you sit back and think.
A very interesting read.

 

Book Review: Delhi Bytes

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Author: Amulya Priyadarshi

This book is a treat for those who grew up in the 90s, particularly early college days. The author has taken us on a journey through the Protagonist Amit Mathur and his experiences at Delhi University. The author has intelligently used the backdrop of the Mandal Commission and Ram mandir in particular to explain the turmoil faced by the youth as a part of the backlash. At the same time, one can reminisce about the days without the cell phone influx, paying guest tidbits and of course platonic love trends through a string of Amit’s girlfriends.

Not just Amit but his friends too have an entertaining life and the author has constructed their characters well. Having personally known the author as witty, I wasn’t surprised to see some of his persona in the main character. There are quotes sprinkled throughout that are very endearing.
The author has played out the innocence embedded in that era through his characters, dialogues, and scenes. A beautiful sojourn!

Book Review: Slim Chance At Love

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Author: Nidhi Dorairaj Bruce

The book is a hilarious take on a billionaire family scion who desperately tries to battle the bulge. In the process, it takes us through the deepest secrets of the elite household and its members. Every encounter reminds us of a similar richest family in Mumbai with an iconic customized tower for a home. Anyone who follows Bollywood and elite page 3 gossip can relate to every nuance whether it is the plastic infused into their face or a world-class gym in the house itself with the best trainers money can buy or a star-studded bachelorette party abroad.

The scion Sooraj Sanghani faces many demons despite being a relentless and brilliant entrepreneur at merely 25. Besides the fact that he is unable to lose weight, it’s his first love which is elusive and he is often seen in the ‘friends only’ zone.
The book is a light and breezy read and promises to rid you of stress. I personally loved the fact that the author has beautifully shown, the rich despite their idiosyncracies are humans at the end of it all!

Book Review: Losing Hope

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Author: Colleen Hoover

What I like about this author is the simplicity of her plots and write-ups. This is the first full-length novel of hers that I have read and I am not disappointed. I was hooked from the go.

The book is part of a two-part book about Dean and Sky. I haven’t read the earlier book but this can be read standalone as well.

Deane finds his twin Les dead when she ODs. Life is no longer the same for the 18-year-old and he spirals out of control. He feels responsible for losing two important young girls in her life, first when they were 6, his neighbor Hope was taken away never to return, and now Les.

One day he sees Sky in a grocery shop and is stunned by her striking resemblance to the Hope he knew once years ago. However, the girl’s identity is different and he is almost convinced that she is Sky and not Hope. He gets to know her better and despite starting similarities, he begins to believe she is Sky and falls in love with her.

Gradually the story unfolds and as the layers are peeled, a lot of skeletons stumble out of the closet shaking the very foundation of Dean’s beliefs.

The author has gradually built the plot and unraveled the secrets. The pace is maintained throughout and despite its simplicity, it appeals to reader sentiments.

I look forward to more of her books.

 

 

Book Review: Dharma Meter

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Author: Rahul Kale

I just finished reading the book a few minutes ago and I am in a daze. I am enthralled by the mesmerizing journey I have had in the span of the two days that I took to savor the book.

The book is a beautiful blend of science and technology engulfed in a gamut of spiritual and astral projections. In our realm, it’s tough to believe these co-exist but the author has shown its plausibility.

The Author through his protagonist RAW agent Akshay Mallick has opened the doors to AI which is not Artificial Intelligence but Advanced Intelligence. Mallick is entangled in a complex web of quantum-based happenings that span across a different time frame and a realm in itself. He traverses through the ethereal pathways trying to meander the complexities thrown his way even as it opens his blinders to what he is capable of. He is embroiled in strange mystical abilities, farfetched to an outside observer, that help him resolve the conflicts he faces.

Parallelly investigative journalist Shyama Hazarika is in possession of highly classified leaked data that speaks of high-profile powerful bigwigs involved in clandestine scams. The whistle-blower is at the vortex of the happenings and though he is anonymous, his identity unravels a lot more than that meets the eye.

Simultaneously the ISRO too is involved as they try to decipher strange signals received from India’s maiden missile to Jupiter. The international scientific community is only too keen to decipher the cryptic signals. Do they have an internal vendetta?

Do those signals mean anything that can destroy the foundations of the very belief of humanity since time eternal? The book navigates the complex conundrums and decodes it all.

The author has let his imagination run amock and based it all on sound research. A piece of brilliance. Commendable and a must-read particularly for sci-fi lovers.

Book Review: Captain Khadoos

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Author: Arjun Hemmady

The book is a paragon for cricket lovers. The writer has based the story futuristically in 2025CE.

The story is about the Indian cricket player Suraj Bhatkal. It’s his journey from a rookie nobody in the 8th grade to eventually captaining the Indian cricket team and leading it to its formidable glory. the book has all the ingredients that we see in a typical high-tension cricket test match or an ODI. It involves on-field banter between players of the same team vs the opposition that helps the reader draw parallels with the current trends.

However, the author touches on a very crucial element in the life of a sportsperson, i.e. Mental health. Here too Suraj has major breakdowns early in his career. However timely help from the concerned professionals helps him overcome and tide over the tough phases of his life.

The author has incorporated a lot of behind-the-scenes stories in the narrative.

Makes for an endearing and interesting read.

Book Review: That Night

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Author: Nidhi Upadhyay

I ventured into reading the horror genre a year ago and have read quite a number of books with different perspectives in the same genre.

This is one such variation.

The story is about four friends in a hostel in Kurukshetra who indulged in a game of Ouija twenty years ago. However, that night results in the death of Sania their despicable hostel mate. The friends decide to take the secret to their grave from then on and for the next two decades, they live their own lives away from each other.

However now someone begins to mess with their lives sending ripples along their quiet life waters. Their lives, relationships, friendships, everything is now at stake. It looks like the occult is out there to get them all in a quest to avenge Sania’s death. The friends gear up and come together to work out a solution and that opens a can of worms. Secrets that each of them had hidden finally spring out…

Would it destroy everything? that’s what the story is all about. I liked the lucid language and vocabulary. However, too much back and forth in timelines was causing breaks in the reading rhythm. Similarly, there were a couple of discrepancies in the events as well. there were a couple of redundant statements. The ending was interesting but rushed… actually some of the events don’t seem plausible but I guess given the genre, its fine.

 

 

 

prologue

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Prologue

11th March 1993,

 

He walked into the cyber chamber, the blast of AC chilling him but he knew the chill was due to another reason. The buzz of the machines that usually fanned his passion for the cyber world and its intriguing realm held no interest today. His anxiety was shooting up along with his blood pressure and he had just taken today’s dose of his meds.

He strode to his computer and unlocked it. A toothless smiling face of his cherubic little girl, Nitya stared back at him as the desktop took its own sweet time to boot up. His anxiety increased by the minute… there was no time. his colleagues would be in any minute.

Seated in this top-secret building in Yemen, a small country in the Arabian Peninsula, he had come on a special project. He was a scientist, way ahead of his time and India had not acknowledged his importance. But his childhood friend Jafar-ul-Mansood now based in Riyadh had.

Just a year ago, on Jafar’s insistence, he had quit his job at IISc and flown to Yemen to join this company meant to build high-tech software for augmenting world peace, at least that’s what he was told. He had written so many codes that he had lost touch with reality. Till a couple of days earlier when he heard Jafar speak with someone on the phone. He mentioned something about blasts in Mumbai… what?

He had probed in further and found out the company that paid him huge bucks was a farce… just a front for something sinister…. And just last night he realized, something called the D gang had planned an evil crusade against his motherland.

Unknowingly he had walked into a trap laid out by someone whom he trusted. His greed had surpassed all rational thought. His wife who was about to deliver their second child had pleaded with him not to go… he should have listened to her. His little Nitya, all of 3 yrs… oh how much he missed her. He wondered if she would ever remember him… His wife had severed all contact after informing him they now had a son and he didn’t even know her whereabouts. He just hoped his latest gift he had clandestinely arranged to be delivered to his old home was received. It was a special gift for Nitya….

The desktop beeped indicating the completion of the booting up. His trembling fingers flew on the keyboard trying to erase all he could… but the information on those codes was missing. Did they eliminate the data already? How was it possible?

He moved over to his latest project which was about 70 percent complete. He compared the codes to the research papers he gathered over the weekend…

Oh No… torpedoes… what on earth were these low-lives planning? He hacked a site he had been trying to get into…

Oh, sweet Lord. The location of the head office of his company was Karachi. That only meant one thing… Something was coming up in a day or two and there was this massive project hell-bent on destroying his country and he just became privy to it.

He wiped the sweat off his brow. What was he thinking? He had to act… act fast.

He typed in his back door… something he had ingeniously built for protecting himself. He couldn’t rectify the current mission or whatever the crap was going to unfold but he had to prevent future disaster. He couldn’t remove the codes so he began to scramble them. It was in a particular order that only a super genius could decode. But he knew these fanatics were blinded by their stupid missions and their pea-sized brains wouldn’t be able to encode his work unless they got in someone like him. As of now, he was sure he had done a marvelous job.  This second mission stood stranded…

As he pressed the enter key and the codes began to realign according to his brainwave, a loud gong went off. Oh did these people have an indicator like a warning signal?

Before he could react a group of armed men rushed into the room followed by Jafar and a couple of people he hadn’t met.

“Bhaijaan what did you do?” Jafar looked stricken.

“I should have asked that to you Jafar before I agreed to this… I will not betray my country.” He stood up to the men.

“In that case…” one of the men with a golden tooth glinting as he grinned, walked forward. “…Doctor miyan, we gave you so much money. And you destroy our work… You know too much so… you know the punishment, no?”

He snatched a gun from one of the men.

The room reverberated with the staccato bangs of the bullets pumping into the scientist, whose name tag now stained crimson, read, Dr. Parikshit Mohandas.

As he fell writhing, as the last ounce of breath left his body, Parikshit’s unmoving orbs stared after his handiwork… a copy of which passed on to an undisclosed location only known to him, before destroying itself.

 

On 12th March 1993, a series of 12 terrorist bombings took place in Bombay, Maharashtra. The single-day attacks resulted in 257 fatalities and 1,400 injuries….

 

 

©priyagole

(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and just the imagination of the author running wild. It isn’t intended to reshape history or distort facts. However, anything such observed is purely accidental.)