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Book Review: Love Unplugged

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Authors: Anthology by, Shefali Naidu, Luvv A Sanwal, Radhika Srinath, Khyati Doshi, Sumitra Bohra, Priya TK, Santosh Mehta, Misha Kalra, Reena Singh and Neepomanjaree

 

First of all congratulations to the authors for bringing together ten stories in a package. It’s a tough job especially when one has to stick to a genre. In this case, it’s love.

Each story brings out the essence of love in it’s own manner. Whether its a blatant declaration using armor, like in Khyati’s story or a psychedelic love story combo by Neepomanjaree or a beautiful tackling of Mental health by Priya TK. Similarly, romance blossoming on the picturesque Mediterranean waters,  a coagulations of three love stories intertwined with each other, superbly written by Shefali, the importance of giving ‘time; to ones love, brought alive by Misha…. A horror-filled romantic tale that’s the forte of Luvv Sanwal or if its friendship tilting towards love as in Reena’s story. A dialogue-based story on one-sided love and sacrifice by Santosh and last but not least a vengeful love story involving toxic love by Radhika…

Each story stands on its own. My personal favorite is Shefali’s story.

I love the way the book begins and ends with the title!!! I commend everyone for putting their best foot forward and overall the book was an interesting read particularly since I love the genre.

On the flip side, there were a few content-edit errors… nothing that can’t be rectified. But being a writer myself I can’t help but notice them.

I wish to read more from the authors!

Winning entry: Flash fiction 800 words

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Here’s our winning entry for a contest on www.beyondthebox.in. We had to write together and within 800 words.

60 teams participated in Season 2 of this one-of-its-kind contest and the winners were chosen by best-selling author MV Kasi. Below prompt was given to the writers and they were asked to narrate the same story from two different points of view.

Prompt – Write a fictional story in which a viral video plays a key role. Feel free to creatively interpret this concept in any genre of your choice. 

The winners in the Adults’ category were Akshata A. Hegde & Priya Nayak-Gole

 

Read on….

Story Title: SEVERED

“…. The most heinous crime… severed head of acclaimed singer Radha Madhavi… recovered from the overflowing sewage plant. Singer had disappeared a week ago …” the hypernasal background voice boomed in the staccato buzz of the low fidelity microphone. The police inspector in charge of the case was seen talking to the hospital authorities, his ‘Maa Bhavani’ locket peeking out of his shirt, gleaming at the camera…

Dhanush dropped the hammer used to adjust the Tabla resonance. The news was abuzz with a viral video of his incognito ex.

So why did Radha come home that evening a month after they separated? Everyone had heard them scream profanities at each other before she left, banging the door out of its hinges.

Radha was last seen emerging out of his apartment complex. Since then, the police had hounded him. His credibility was under the scanner; Overnight he was under trial by the media, declared an abusive husband, a megalomaniac, and adorned with every psychobabble defaming his hard-earned reputation.

Radha, portrayed as the victim of marital abuse, was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She had been at the peak of her singing career when she had had her tryst with substance abuse.

But… did she know about his extra-marital flings?

He  had finally pulled down the curtain over their ill-fated relationship. But Dhanush shuddered as the world stilled.

He would now be made the scapegoat.

With trembling hands he picked up his mobile phone and speed-dialed the one whom he reckoned, had his back. They hadn’t spoken for while, but Dhanush was sure help awaited him.

“Prish… I am scared… Hello… hello…?”

He redialled, umpteen times, but the call went unanswered. Why the avoidance, now when they had shared so much…

Teary, Dhanush stared at the tiny instrument that had engulfed the world in the garb of technological advancement.

He typed yet another text.

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Seventeen missed calls. Countless messages. He smiled snidely….

His painful journey was set to come to a thunderous close!

The pain, agony, and shame had fused into a bloody rage a while ago and the result…. felt deeply cathartic.

Closing his eyes briefly, he clasped the trinket that had borne witness to his downfall.

No one knew his truth.

He had carefully chosen a profession that redefined authority and masculinity, and for a while, that was his erstwhile cocoon. Late nights and his whereabouts were never questioned. After all, he had a permit to scour the city.

Then he met Dhanush. 

A maestro and a popular socialite, Dhanush was regularly plastered across the social page of the newspapers.

The flattering part was Dhanush chose him.  That bar and that fateful room key he placed on the table….

He discovered Dhanush was insatiable and as for him, he had never felt so wanted before.

So alive…

The morning after, Dhanush exchanged numbers before he left.  

It soon became a regular rendevouz. Wednesdays and Fridays.

Dhanush being very much married, never stymied their escalating frenzied passion. And they had conversations after. Banter.

Memorably, Dhanush teased him often for his middle-class ways, especially the religious trinkets on his being.

He knew he was in love. And that is when it spiraled…

What started as a hesitant question escalated into an insistent pleading to leave Radha….

Finally, one day, Dhanush had enough and rolled his eyes.  

Looking straight at him, Dhanush pulled out a cheque book from his bag, scribbling as he spoke the dreaded words marked to be a blood wound…

“You are taking boinking way too seriously, rentboy” Casually smiling, he added, ”Time to part ways. Don’t worry about compensation!”

Stunned, he watched as Dhanush left the cheque on the bed and walked away….

Rentboy…. The offensive word was branded in his heart but the knife that sawed it completely came a few days later…

He was the security at Radha’s concert. As it happened, he had to escort her to her car after it ended.

She looked at him when he approached her. He almost stepped back at the intense dislike and …. Was that disgust?

As they navigated through the crowd, someone tried to grab her. He reached out instantly, trying to shield her. She turned around and pushed him away with sudden violence…

“Don’t… Touch… Me… You… Filthy…Gigolo…”

The seemingly deafening silence that followed turned him into stone. Inside him, the eddies gathered quickly…

Decapitating Radha and having her blood splatter had felt like his burning soul had been doused with ice-cold water.

“Inspector Paritosh …?”

Releasing his vise-like grip on the trinket-  his “Maa Bhavani” locket, he flexed his fist.

Looking straight into the camera, his rehearsed words were measured as he brought the focus of the world on Dhanush.

To be hanged, drawn, and quartered. Soon.

His phone beeped. Dhanush blinked on the screen, ‘ Prish…Please answer!’

 

Flash fiction: Her Fault…

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Author note: 500-word story on a news article or story I read or saw ( contest entry for ArtoonsInn Writers room) This was a story from 2012 December that took the country by storm and was named Nirbhaya’s story.

Here is the link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_Delhi_gang_rape_and_murder

Disclaimer: Contains disturbing news on sexual assault. Read at your discretion.

I have attempted the SOC (Stream of consciousness) narrative design.

Title: Her fault

She had to take the bus that night, the municipal bus with a broken headlight, paint peeled off, exposing rusted body parts—all in cahoots with the cracked number plate.
For it was Sunday night, and Delhi metro was shut for repairs. So the authorities claimed, unmindful of lesser mortals like her.
Yet she loved the metro night’s misty serenity, how fresh how lively. The gentle night breeze patting her like Amma’s calloused yet soft palms (for she was only nineteen). Amma’s courage and sorrow, tears and endurance holding up in their sleepy town, pea-stick hands adorning her forehead with the ridiculous sindoor for an absentee husband….
She sighed at her silver ring gleaming under the streetlight.
“Stop digging a hole into it…?” Rohit mused in the college cafeteria last evening amidst the cacophony of students and cutlery alike. “… internship’s only for a few weeks.”
Rohit would be back soon; she forgot when, for she was overwhelmed with his sudden proposal, the dull-grey eyes piercing her soul every time he looked, his shy smile lighting up her universe.

She stiffened; horn blared, announcing the bus’s arrival, screeching angrily, halting. These guys sure know to maintain their wheels (she chuckled inwardly). Boarding the creaking stairs in the seemingly-empty-dark-bus, she took a seat that had seen better days, like the corner-most battered library seat. But she loved it (actually, she loved moments spent with Rohit, away from the prying librarian).
She would remember the moment she fell in love with Rohit, not the head-over-heels type, yet endearing.
She loved Delhi streets, loud psychedelic honking mixing with the cranky bus trajectory…  But she missed her town-rickshaws groaning on the roads, if one called them; roads receiving touch-ups only before elections!
Suddenly, hands bore down before the raunchy-hooch-breath stormed her olfactories. She gasped, shocked, bus staff rode on. ‘Don’t travel alone at night.’ One of Amma’s interminable warnings screamed out.
Dragged behind, painfully bumping her head somewhere en route…. the stench unbearable, her fear clouding every other sensation, she saw more. Ghost-like forms emerged out of shaking darkness. Her screams logged in her throat, for a rough hand clamped on her mouth.
Bile rose, fabric ripped (that was Rohit’s birthday gift), her thighs forced apart; Somewhere, Rohit stared above his reading glasses, Amma sobbed…
The painful intrusion into her secret apex shocked her beyond words; wails muted, flailing limbs held down. Numbness seeped in.
‘Don’t wear revealing clothes…’ Amma bizarrely warned.
She was dragged before the sudden flight in the cold air, finally landing with a thud.
Everything had come to a black standstill; the throb of the motor engine as the bus moved away irregularly drummed through her entirety, an Infernus halo engulfing her. The world wavered and quivered as cold wetness clouded her vision; blurring, she saw him above her holding… a rod?
People must notice; people must help. People… she thought.

Darkness raging further; engulfing… was she crossing over? His hand rose; intense cracking excruciation, then darkness…

silently forever.

 

book review: The Curse of MAGDALA

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Author: Col. Ashutosh Kale

The cryptic orders of Queen Victoria Empress of India In December 1867 said, “Break the chain”. What began as a capture of Ethiopian Emperor Twedros to subjugate his Abyssinian Empire, turned into a Mayhem of epic proportions. Spearheaded by the British forces the campaign led to death, desecration and looting of ancient treasures, particularly the Church. This mayhem unleashed a curse.

Generations later the death and the prophecies continue to the utmost chagrin of a group of youngsters in London involved in the movement for the return of the Ethiopian treasures.

It is discovered that 150 years later the evil is still alive and it possesses the families of those involved in the carnage. The story talks about the horrors that unfold in the wake of the curse looming over their heads and how they discover the secrets unknown to us.

the last line in the book, ‘Karma will fix it’ gives the final shivers.

THe book is a journey traversing centuries filled with the spine-chilling horrors that have gone down in history unknown to mankind.

The author has beautifully blended the events of the past with those unfolding in the present. This part of Ethiopian history wasn’t known beyond the lores. The author has made a commendable effort to bring it all to light. It makes the reader sit back and think if all the quest for power was worth the bloodshed. So much that the future generations are still paying for the sins of their forefathers?

A must-read if you are a fan of historical fiction and horror!

Book Review: The Palace of Illusions

Author: Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

A sheer piece of literary brilliance by an author I had longed to read. She was well recommended by my writer friends and I wasn’t disappointed.

The book was a retelling of the Mahabharata from a Point of View that I had never heard before. That of Draupadi’s take on the events that unfolded right from the time she had emerged from the sacred fire joining her brother Dhrishtadyumna (Dhri) to the time she merged with nature or made her way above mortal pursuits.

Panchaali was initially not wanted by her father who had prayed for a son to avenge his insult at the hands of Dronacharya. But was accepted since she came in with a prophecy of being instrumental in changing the history of the great Bharata.

Since then strewn into a man’s world she was filled with rebellion at the archaic laws that treated women as objects to be tucked away into the mighty palatial folds, to be used for physical gratification or to procreate. She had a mind of her own and didn’t mince words to give her opinion often drawing the ire of the elders or the people around her in general. Her only solace was her childhood friend Krishna.

She grew up to fall in love with, Karna, only to reject him during her Swayamwar in order to protect her brother from dying. But that was a decision she questioned throughout her life being a wife to five husbands (the Pandavas) or a mother to five princes and a daughter-in-law who was scorned by her mother-in-law. She had to live a life filled with misery giving up everything she yearned for including the special Palace at Indra Prastha and also had to bare her soul when she was humiliated in the court of Hastinapura when her righteous husband lost her in a game of dice. She spent the rest of her life in a quest for vengeance and eventually had to live to see her near and dear ones leave her in the war of Kurukshetra.

I applaud the author for her courage to paint a realistic picture of the lesser-known facts from the epic Mahabharatha. She hasn’t glorified anyone but subtly shown the emotional roller coasters faced by Draupadi throughout her lifetime. The language is lucid and binds the reader well with the past. As the back cover says, it’s, half history, half myth, and wholly magical!!

A treat for readers who like mythology!

 

 

Book Review: The Tomb of God

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Author: Victor Ghoshe

In a single word if this awesome book has to be described, its… A Sojourn.

It’s a journey that takes you through various twists and turns of history and one can’t help but marvel at the author’s intelligence and creativity.

This is conspiracy theory at its best.

The book begins with a suspicious blast in the desert where the deceased man had found out about some buried artifacts and had begun the process of informing certain higherups in a bid to strike gold.

There is also a massacre at a Mesopotamian excavation site that leaves presumably every member of the team dead, except for a lone woman, Marina. Team lead Dr. Huntley is missing. Parallelly, Dr. Huntley’s emergency contacts—Eric, Aurin, and Father Smit, set off on a journey to find their missing mentor and friend, albeit separately.

But all of them along with Marina run into several roadblocks and multiple sinister plots. The enemy won’t stop at anything to protect the secrets. The seekers realize that the priceless finds would open Pandora’s box that shouldn’t be revealed to the world and it has dire consequences.

Writing a story that unfolds at different points isn’t an easy feat. That too when there is a conspiracy theory involved where the author had to link the occurrences to a four-thousand-year-old history. The finding is as simple as a cuneiform inscription on an ancient tablet. But the author has brilliantly built the story around it that leaves the reader spellbound.

Kudos to the author for bringing to the forefront the enigmas of a forgotten civilization buried beneath the sands of time. The author has also brought alive the beautiful landscapes across deserts in Iraq and also back home in Thar. The book is picturesque and character development is splendid even as the plot keeps you on your toes!

The research is commendable. A must-read if you want to work those grey cells!!!

 

 

epilogue…

 

 

 

 

 

 

gone with the wind…

Chapter 33

She saw her aai lie on her side bleeding even as she uttered her name… yes her mother called her out. Could she have helped her? But why did she just stand and watch and not do anything? Why was she frozen to the floor… why did she look up to Maa Bhavani? Was it because aai was looking at the Goddess’s idol too? What did aai want to tell her? Did her aai see her?

Someone pulled her hand and dragged her out of the dark cavern, but she couldn’t walk much. She heard some screams that got dissolved in the torrential rains that drenched her. But she was still in her stupor.

Then she saw his face… it was Shiv… he was pretty young. He lifted her on his shoulders and ran through the woods. A little later, he sat with her, and she could sense the feeble tinge of vanilla essence. It was a massive relief from that obnoxious odour that had filled the fort premises….

What about her mother…? Was she alright? What about Chouhan kaka?

The next moment she was in the nightclub, the blaring noise they called music vibrated through her bones, and she thought she would feel them in solitude as well. But she was disoriented yet again… She had never sleepwalked before. What was happening to her? That horrible odour… she wanted to throw up her drink. And then someone grabbed her… Someone who knew her. But none knew she was here… except Aarti. Even Aarti’s friends weren’t supposed to know her identity… they didn’t recognize her. So then how did the man know?

Her head was heavy and she was drowsy…

“…That bitch deserves this… not her right…. It should have been mine…”

Who was screaming? Her head was pounding and she saw that man coming closer to her… where was Aarti? She was supposed to watch over her too. Padma looked up at the swelling crowd and saw Aarti’s dress as she disappeared into the crowd, her black gown peeking very slightly.

“…Had you done your job well… we wouldn’t be struggling like this…”

Would she stop screeching? Who is that?

The sea of people moved like the waves before her eyes even as the strobe lights of the club flickered away to glory., Padma saw Aarti’s shining velvet bag disappear along with her…. That’s it… that was the bag with the crown they found in the woods.

Did Aarti take the crown? Nothing made sense…

“…get rid of her just like the rest… she can’t see those girls… Saheb will kill us.”

Will she shut up?

Twice Padma was stuck in her senses and couldn’t move… first in the fort and now in the nightclub. And then Shiv turned up to save her yet again… He took her out, and she experienced her first kiss… the mephitic odour replaced by the pure vanilla … along with the feel of his lips…

“…She should wake up now… she has seen me…” Aarti’s voice rummaged its way through her senses.

Her eyes opened, and she found herself sprawled on the hard floor… her blurred vision cleared and fixed on Maa Bhavani idol. She was in the fort. Exactly where her aai had been…

She realised her hands and legs were tied and she lay curved in a fetal position the hard ground digging painfully into her shoulder. The place reeked of the foul odour and she realised she had been kidnapped…

But why Aarti of all the people? Her eyes filled as she thought about their childhood and growing up together… she blindly trusted Aarti. Bile rose in her throat, thinking of what had happened to her mother and Chouhan kaka… even her father.

How many people did these people kill and for what? How did Aarti fare in the larger frame of things?

“So the Princess has woken up…” Aarti walked before her, a smirk on her face. Padma had never seen Aarti in this manner.

“Aa… Aarti…? What’s…all… this…?” Her voice was hoarse.

“Shut up bitch… just shut up… I am no longer at your mercy… no longer will I wear your hand-downs or used clothes, no longer will I settle for something less good than you…” Aarti was panting even as Padma watched the spittle fly off her mouth as she fumed.

“Why…? Why are you so an… angry?” Padma was puzzled at Aarti’s weird behaviour.

“ You don’t know, bitch? You still don’t know…? Of course you are the docile Princess… so full of herself she doesn’t know anything… any…damn…thing…”

“Aarti, please… stop…”

“NO….” Aarti screamed, her voice reverberating through the limited confines. Was it day or night Padma didn’t know. She was too stunned about the turnaround by whom she considered her bestie…

Aarti moved towards her and kicked her in the shins. She yelped in pain. “You bitch do you have nine lives? Every goddamn attempt on your life and you survive… Why because of some saviour? Where do these saviours come from? Was it Shadow? Anyway he wont guess where you are. He is no longer in Koini. By the time he arrives…if at all… it would be too late… for you…” She chuckled.

“Why… Why Aarti…? Why are you doing this…?”

“Because, bitch you don’t deserve anything you own… the Royal life… the crown… nothing…”

“THAT’S ENOUGH, GIRL…” A baritone boomed and Padma heard footsteps behind her. She was facing the wall lying sideways and her shin throbbed where Aarti had kicked her.

“But Sir…” Aarti protested.

“…I SAID ENOUGH AND THAT MEANS ITS ENOUGH…” the man walked and moved in front of Padma. He was huge and well built and familiar… Of course, he was MLA Majumdar. Besides him, a man limped a bit and smiled slyly, but his crooked nose stood out in the light provided by the flame torches. There was no doubt he was the one who tried to force himself on her in the nightclub that night years ago.

So all this was planned. Did Aarti plan it?

“My Dear Princess… I have conveyed this so many times that the crown doesn’t belong to a delicate head like yours… why are you royals so stubborn? Why do you want to hold on to all the wealth in the name of legacy. Still, I stayed away but the Queen had to come and disrupt my ‘business’. So what if I took little girls away… they were so poor anyways. They would have died of hunger in the tribal belts… So I gave them a chance to live just by trading their bodies. So what was wrong with this?”

YouYou are wrong… every way Majumdar…” Padma spoke hoarsely as rage surged up her spine.

Aarti kicked her once again. Padma bit her lip to keep from screaming. She didn’t want to let them know they intimidated her. Somehow she felt stronger… was it because of her mother? Or Shiv? Their confidence in her?

“What… do you all want…?” She managed to speak amidst the agony.

“Now… dear Princess… now you have come to the point.” Majumdaar smiled, revealing a bright set of teeth making him look monstrous as the shadows danced on his face. A man brought him a wooden crate lying somewhere and he sat on it crossing one leg over the other.

“So princess…” he continued. “…As I said, your late mother had something belonging to me… and I tried every way to get it from her. Unfortunately, I had to kill her right here, where you lay pitifully. The woman was tenacious but stupid. What was the need to do all that? Was that worth dying? But I have a kind heart… I will let you go. Just give me what is mine…”

“What… what are you talking about?” Padma knew he probably meant the chip from her locket.

“Your mother wouldn’t have left it anywhere but with you… so Princess, one last chance. Give it to me. You have lost the throne anyway. The King is no more and I have the crown…. TOnce you are out of the way it won’t take me long to get the vote in my favour and abolish you Royals forever. There won’t be anyone left….” He laughed maniacal laughter.

“HEY, WAIT… THE CROWN…IT BELONGS TO ME…” Aarti yelled and Padma wondered what was going on. She still didn’t understand Aarti’s role in all this.

“Silence young girl… silence…” Majumdar raised his palms towards Aarti.

“No Sir, this isn’t correct. You promised me the crown if I got her here. I am the one who deserves the crown and not her… I got it for you. I did everything you told me…So I get to become the queen…”

“Shut-up girl…looks like you are trying to bite more than you can chew. What did you do? Drugged the Princess twice and gave us the inside intel… stole the crown, poisoned her and stabbed that maid… but were you successful? No… We wouldn’t have had this discussion today if you had done your job well… so shut up and watch.”

“You… You can kill her now and finish it all. There is no one to save her here.” Aarti spoke in a menacing tone that sent chills down Padma’s spine.

“You don’t get to make the decisions, girl… I do…”

“But she is not the legitimate heir… they chose me first…” Aarti cried out, and Padma stared at her, stunned.

Majumdar roared a hearty laugh once again. He stood up and paced for a few seconds before returning and standing before her.

“Look, Princess… I have nothing against you. I only need what your mother left with you… That’s all. I shall let you go…”

“WHAT…? LET HER GO…?” Aarti surged ahead and stood facing Majumdar. “…I deserve that life… not HER…if she lives, I won’t get to live my life… I don’t want to go back to my rotten life…”

“Aarti… what the hell… are you talking about?” Padma struggled. She had to know.

“Hello…. Quiet both of you. I am not interested in your drama. I only want what’s mine.” Majumdar roared and Aarti fumed. He turned towards Padma and gestured to his men. One of them moved and dragged her up so she could sit, holding her legs close. “So Princess…where is it?”

 

“I don’t know… what you are asking for…”

“I think I will have no choice but to kill you…”

Padma looked up and saw Majumdar hold a stone… where did he have it? In his pockets? Wait…. Padma remembered. It was the same stone she had seen him hit her mother with. Yes… It was now clear. Majumdar had killed her mother.

“It was you… you monster… you killed my mother… I saw you do it…Maa Bhavani will punish you for everything…”

“Shut up idiot… I don’t believe in your Maa Bhavani. I believe in money… only MONEY…money is strength and your mother took that away from me… I have struggled for years but no more. That boyfriend of yours, he thought he was invincible… just like his father. I arranged for people to take care of him… He was trying to hide in a shady motel… but my men would have killed him by now…”

“NO….YOU RASCAL….NO….” Padma screamed till she lost her voice and her throat constricted as emotion contracted her muscles. No Shiv couldn’t be dead… if he was then she didn’t have a reason to live. “…In that case… you may kill me as well… because I am not going to reveal anything.”

“Fine… go meet your mother…” Majumdar raised his hand to strike her when something hit his hand. He screamed profanities and dropped the stone next to Padma.

Padma looked up to see his hand was bleeding. In a fraction of a minute she heard clicks and the men around them fell down clutching at their hands, their weapons all lying around.

She heard footsteps and looked up to see four masked people… One of them rushed towards her and untied her hands and legs. She didn’t have to be told who he was. As soon as she was released she hugged him tightly.

“Don’t worry Princess… you are safe now.”

“Cut the melodrama…” Aarti screamed. “…you will never get the crown… I have it with me…”

“The crown doesn’t belong to you…” Shiv tried to reason with her.

“IT does…” The King and Queen had asked for my father’s younger daughter to foster and that was me. But my mother came out carrying her and the Queen chose her instead. She didn’t deserve it all… I did. This was all mine…”

“What…?” Padma couldn’t believe what she heard. Was she Bhosale kaka’s biological daughter?

“It’s game over Majumdar, we have recorded everything here… live-streamed to different law enforcement agencies simultaneously… the CRPF is on its way to arrest you…And you Aarti can dream big, living the rest of your life in jail….” Shiv spoke.

Padma looked around and saw the other three tie up the men. Shiv then nodded to one of them and he walked towards the tiger and did something. A rumbling sounded and a trap door opened. The man got down while Majumdar screamed.

“NO…NO…. DON’T GO THERE…. ITS MINE….” He screamed

In about ten minutes the man walked out with a line of teenage girls all dressed up gaudily and Padma didn’t have to be told what was in store for them. Everyone was watching the events unfold wide-eyed… when all of a sudden Aarti launched at Padma. Padma fell on the floor and Aarti raised a knife. But before she could get it down a click sounded and she screamed before dropping the knife.. Nit to give up, she picked the stone but Shiv held her hand and twisted it till she dropped it.

“There is nothing more than what destiny has in store for an individual, Aarti…” Shiv said.

In the next couple of hours, the CRPF cuffed everyone and took them away. Of course, they had to protect the prisoners from the wrath of the public that had gathered outside the fort. But somehow, the public rage subdued for years got the better of them and before they could call for reinforcements, Majumdar and his men were kicked and hit… the others were gravely injured but eventually Majumdar passed.

Shiv held Padma close to him and carried her outside to a waiting vehicle. The people wanted to talk to her, but she clung to Shiv. She had enough experience to last a lifetime. Padma saw the other three had disappeared  just the way they had silently come. She was sure one of them was Maanav.

Shiv got her back to the Palace where the doctors treated her for her injuries. A little later as she lay in the infirmary with Shiv holding her hand, a slient communication between them, the door barged open. Shiv instantly left her hand and stood in attention.

She watched wide eyed as her father strode in all elegance. He walked upto her and hugged her.

“baba…”

“Oh my child… you are my child… I hope you understand that. We may not have sired you but we loved you… always.” He hugged her tightly and she sobbed,

“I am so glad… baba… you are alive…and for me… you are my baba…”

“I am sorry my darling for what you had to go through. But this was done on Shadow’s advice. I had to go in hiding…”

After a few moments, her sedation began to take effect and she dozed off.

 

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Shiv walked behind the Kind as the man left the Princess’s room in the infirmary. They walked outside and stood on the lawns.

“So young man… I am proud of you.” The King spoke.

“Thank you, your Highness…”

“…Exactly. I am glad you know where you stand , young man.” The King interrupted him.

“Your Highness…”

The king held up his hand.

“Your job here is done. You can now leave….”

“…But…”

“…It’s an order, young man. I promise to give you the best of recommendations… This is your last hour in the Palace premises. After this you will be considered an intruder. Am I clear enough…?”

Shiv nodded

The King continued. “ I have worked hard to build this all for my daughter. I will now have to get her settled. She has to marry into a good family to maintain her strength as the Queen. She will need to be with someone her equal…”

Shiv nodded.

“…I am glad, young man that you understand. I hope we never meet again.”

Shiv watched the King walk away, taking his heart’s massive chunk. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew this day would come but didn’t know it would be a huge blow. He looked at the infirmary window once again… for the last time.

“I love you Padma… forever…” he said softly as he turned around and walked away.

 

©Priya Nayak-Gole

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

danger….

Chapter 32

Padma had lost her appetite. She only stared at the balcony whenever she wasn’t forcing herself to study. Her fieldwork had been postponed indefinitely, and she gathered the few children of the Palace aides to teach them. Teaching was something she loved the most. She realized she was born to be a teacher.

Padma sighed as she stared at her favorite fountain. How she wished she could give this up. Royalty was not for her. She didn’t have it in her to be the Queen. Even her aai never liked it and her baba never forced aai… But her parents never shared the conventional couple relationship. Whether it was because they were Royalty, she didn’t know, but she didn’t want to have such a formal relationship with her partner.

Her thoughts immediately drifted towards Shiv. It was almost a week since she last saw him, and she missed him like hell. She hoped he would at least talk to her. Keshav had met her that morning, but he hadn’t heard from Shiv either. She prayed Shiv would be fine. He had to be…

She looked at the fountain yet again. The water gurgle in rhythm soothed her but also increased her turmoil as she recalled her time near the waterfall. She would give up anything to be with Shiv just once at that place…

Padma felt the cold breeze on her cheeks and realized she had been crying. Wiping away tears, she began to prepare for the upcoming class for the children. Thank God for those blessings; these children distracted her from her splintering heart.

Nights however, were the worst. She missed Shiv’s warmth, his touch, his voice… just about everything. She would hug her pillow close to her chest and cry her heart out.

Aarti, too was conspicuous with her absence. Where was she when Padma needed her the most?

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Shiv paced across his room in the motel. The tiny shady place was the only location Maanav could manage close to Koini. He couldn’t risk staying in his old house because he knew there were people keeping an eye on the place. His cover had blown already, and he couldn’t put the Princess in further danger.

Padma… his Princess, the love of his life. He wished to drop everything for just a glimpse of her at that moment. She had confessed to him, but he had held back. He almost told her twice the last night he met her but refrained the last minute. He couldn’t give her false hopes. He had no future. She was all set to become Queen, and the road to the same had been paved for her. So she would need to marry into a family of repute fit for the Queen. He was nowhere close.

His background had nothing to boast about. His father was never there and his mother was… well, lesser said the better. He had grown on the wrong side of the town and had rage filled in his soul till Padma had come along and doused the flames with her tenderness… by her mere presence. Something about her calmed him. He had become a better person. He had seen horrible stuff worldwide in his stint in the Special Ops and had been damaged from within. But Padma had reversed it all and made him want to live.

But what would life be without Padma? Would he go back to special ops? His superior had sent in a word through Razor… to reconsider retirement and join back.

To be honest to himself… he was tired of running around right from childhood. He wanted to settle somewhere, put down his roots, and have a family where he would be a good father in the best ways possible. The thought brought in a vision of Padma standing against the palace balcony with her belly filled with his child…. No… he had to rein in his thoughts. All that couldn’t happen.

Guilt engulfed him as he thought of the moments of passion in her arms, and his heart churned. He shouldn’t have done it, but he lost control even when he returned the locket to her. She did that to him every time…

She was his breath, his elixir for all emotional conflicts. How would he live without her?

There was a knock pattern on the motel door, and he knew it was Maanav. As he opened the door, both Maanav and Avinash ‘Razor’ walked in, shutting the door behind them.

Shiv dismissed all other thoughts and got back to the game. He had to get his bearings together if he had to save Padma for good.

The door knock came in the pattern once again, and all three looked at each other, surprise etched on their faces. Was it…?

Maanav rushed to open the door, and like a duft of breeze, the lady in black rushed in, taking her place on the couch without any greeting formalities. There was a deep recovered gash on her cheek from one of her accomplishments in Baghdad. That was Anadi ‘Lolita’, Avinash’s twin and their fourth close friend.

Shiv got her a glass of water that she gulped in a go.

“Anandi, what are you doing here….?” Avinash asked her. “…weren’t you in Uganda?”

Anandi shoved her palm aside and stared at the blank wall of the motel as if focussing on the mold lining the corner. The other three knew it better than to pester her for an answer. But Shiv was happy they were all together after years.

Maanav spread open a map on the rickety center table.

“Here…” he said, pointing towards Koini village, a small uneven drawing. “…this is our current location. Koini. Now, as per the chip details that my tech guy managed to decipher only yesterday, hoards of  ‘packages’ were delivered at this point all those years ago. The packages consisted of young girls in their teens and barely above twenty. They were then taken to the fort for the cleansing process… and the gullible parents were told they were the select ones to become Devdasis. The parents and guardians were given some money to keep quiet about it, saying it was the wish of Maa Bhavani and anyone going against them would incur Her wrath….”

He halted as Anandi strutted and sat on the adjoining couch, watching the proceedings intently.

“…these girls were then shifted to the cities and sold into flesh trades. A couple of those came in few years later and tried to complain… but were silenced permanently.”

“How come all this went unnoticed by authorities? However corrupt they are, these cant be hidden for long. Why did no one notice the transport of these girls through Koini….?” Anandi asked. Shiv noticed she was fuming. He knew this hit a nerve. There was some dark history behind her weird behaviours, but none discussed their childhood details in the Gurukul.

“That’s because they didn’t take the usual routes. Instead, they took secret routes…” Maanav replied, showing the marking on the map.

“…through the fort” Shiv completed his statement.

“Yes. This is the path you discovered when you stayed near the fort, behind the falls.” Maanav pointed to the area on the map.

“But this is all from the chip from years ago… what about recent times? No news?” Anandi asked again.

“That’s because…” Shiv continued. “…the Queen had threatened to expose them all with proof. She had caught wind of their activities. But the Royals didn’t have direct jurisdiction. However, later she must have found out about the clandestine activities in the fort that belonged to her family, which she had inherited. So she must have taken charge. But eventually was killed. However no matter what the perps didn’t find and evidence on her. Also after the Queen’s death, the vigilance tightened, and the fort was inaccessible for years because the King was on the case….However, there was news about the package very recently, and the fort will be used once again for the rendezvous. Only, this time the girls aren’t local…”

“Who is the bloody monster?” Thundered Anandi.

“It’s the upcoming MP Rajendra Majumdar… The evidence in the chip points towards him. There are many other details like illegal quarrying, land grabbing, initiation of riots etc. He had to keep his image clean after getting the ticket from the high command party. But cash flow has dried up, and he has been stirring things again….” Shiv sighed and continued. “…The only other way to access funds was through the royal treasury. If he got everyone to vote against the King, then the Government would eventually take over by default, which means he gets to lay his hands on the Royal Booty…”

“So, what is the plan?” Anandi asked, impatient as ever.

“Well, we have the plan in place. The girls are being held somewhere else but they will be brought to the fort. Its done when the Moonlight is at the lowest, usually on the Amavasya nights as per the evidence in the chip. That means…”

“…Tonight”. Anandi completed.

All nodded, and there was a moment of silence as each was lost in thought.

“There is one thing I don’t understand here…” Anandi spoke, skepticism evident in her voice. “…while I would enjoy torturing those demons, why can’t we just hand over this evidence to the high authorities?”

“That’s because…” Shiv explained. “…the safety of those girls whose locations are unknown is priority and also… the Princess… we have to know who is trying to kill her. It’s an insider.”

Anandi crossed her hands and stared at Shiv.

“Don’t tell me… are you…do you love this lady? The Princess?” Shiv saw a trace of a smile on her face.

He felt Avinash trying to control his chuckle while Maanav held up his poker face.

“Alright, alright…” Anandi shook her head and continued. “…I am sure you have a plan. I can bet on my life that you already know who that insiderSo spillSpill it all out and lets see how we can give our best.”

In the next half, an hour the four of them brainstormed the pros and cons of their plan.

At the end of it, Maanav asked. “Shadow, are you… sure about this?”

Shadow inhaled deeply. He knew there was a huge risk involved for what he had planned but that was needed to end this permanently and get to the bottom of everything. The law required concrete evidence and he would provide it.

They began to get ready for the night showdown, even as Maanav mobilized their team and the gadgets!

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Padma rested on her bed after a light early dinner that she had taken only on Seema’s persistence. There was a knock, and Aarti entered.

“Where were you, Aarti?” Padma asked

“I had put my life and reputation on the line for you Padma… I thought enough was enough. I had to find details for you. By the way…” Aarti stopped and shut the door, latching it from the inside. “….Padma, I found out who killed Aaisaheb.”

Padma sat up straight, all alert. “Wha… what are you talking about, Aarti?”

“I got to access files, and through a friend in cyber security, I got the police reports. Babasaheb had got it classified because it would bring dishonor to the family…”

“Come to the point, Aarti…” Her head was spinning with the deluge of emotions with every passing moment.

“The point is… aaisaheb was murdered by none other than her bodyguard…. Chouhan kaka….”

“…what rubbish, Aarti… do you even know what you are talking about?”

“Its you who is in the dark, Padma. First, the father screws up everything for the Royal family and then the son arrives out of the blue and completes the honours….”

“That’s enough, Aarti… enough… I won’t hear anything more against Chouhan kaka or Shiv. You are mistaken.” Padma was panting by now.

“If you chose to live in the fool’s paradise, then so it be, Padma. But just think. Only Chouhan kaka had access to everything the aaisaheb did. She trusted him blindly. He was probably killed by his cronies when something must have gone wrong… As for Shiv or Shadow… where was he all this while. Where was he when his father worked here? And why did he come suddenly, leaving a lucrative career? What is the vested interest? You need to get your head out of the sand, Padma and think.”

“No… I don’t believe all this… this is all false…” Padma wailed.

“In that case, why don’t you confront your Shadow or Shiv?” Aarti declared.

“What? But… where is Shiv? Do you know?” She was worried about Shiv all the more.

“I do, and that’s why I said he is not who he claims he is. He is a cheat, out to get the best compensation for his father, who apparently died in the line of duty…. By the way, I have to show you something as well. For that, we have to leave through our secret passage. Are you game?”

“Fine…” Padma stood up. “… let’s go. I want to meet Shiv in your presence and clear it all. You will know it’s all a misunderstanding.”

“lets see, Padma, lets see…” Aarti spoke, folding her hands as Padma began to change her clothes.

They escaped through the Palace’s west wing the same way they always did and came to the perimeter wall.

“Hey, wait… Aarti… camera.” Padma gasped.

“Don’t worry, Padma, it doesn’t work.” Aarti chuckled.

What? How did Aarti know all this? And why was the perimeter camera not working?

Padma pushed the doubts to the back burner. At the moment, she needed to meet Shiv. She had to make things clear to Aarti…

Padma was surprised to see the hole in the wall? She had thought it was all sealed. The barbedded fence too was broken… But before she could think, Aarti nudged her.

“Come on Padma, let’s move before someone sees us…”

Half-heartedly, she passed the area, and they were soon in the adjoining woods. The only light source was Aarti’s mobile phone torch, and soon in the piercing sounds of the night breeze and the crickets making a racket, they reached a spot in the center.

“What are we doing here Aarti?”

“I followed Shiv once and found him dig something here. I was too scared so I couldn’t tell anyone or confront him… today let’s see what he has hidden here.”

Aarti began to dig with her fingers as Padma held the torch. Every passing moment, her heart increased its pace. Her heart told her Shiv wasn’t in the wrong, and Aarti had misunderstood everything in her concern for Padma…

Aarti was digging furiously, and soon there emerged a velvet bag… Aarti pulled it out.

“What is this?” Aarti spoke aloud and opened the rope tying the bag.

Wait… Padma had seen that bag somewhere…

Aarti opened it and in the light of the phone torch, their eyes fell on the gittering stones of the Royal crown…

“Oh My God… Padma…here is the missing crown…that means that asshole Shadow had stolen it… It was easy for him to do it in the commotion on the coronation day. He is such a scoundrel…”

Padma dropped the mobile phone and held the nearby tree trunk as the world swayed before her. She wanted to throw up… no… this couldn’t be happening.

“Relax Padma…” Aarti helped her stand straight. “… be thankful that we got to know about his misdeeds. We will hand him over to the police soon. Who knows, he may be the one who got you shot… then acted like he was your savior. His eyes must have been on the crown all the time… the one who has the crown  has the power…”

Aarti drawled on but Padma wasn’t listening. She slid down on the damp mud wanting the earth to open up and swallow her that instant.

After a while, she saw Aarti place the crown back in the bag and then in her backpack… Padma hadn’t even seen her bring her backpack.

She wasn’t convinced Shiv could do this. No… her mother couldn’t trust the wrong man and her gut feeling told her Shiv wasn’t at fault. Then who wanted her dead? Who would benefit from her death besides the perps who killed her mother and Chouhan kaka…

“…You should get moving Padma… let’s contact the police and…” Aarti continued.

“…NO… WAIT…” Padma held up her hand. A strange kind of an odour swarmed into her nostrils. Again it was very familiar.. where had she experienced it? She hated the putridity so much she wanted to gag…

“What is it Padma? How much more proof do you need?”

“No Aarti… I know it cant be Shiv or Chouhan kaka for that matter…”

“You are an idiot Padma… come on…” Aarti held her hand and jerked it. “…lets go to the police…”

Padma released her hand with a jerk and replied, “…No Aarti… I am not going anywhere. I will wait for Shiv to come and tell me the truth.”

Padma turned to go towards the palace, the mephitic odour growing by the instant… something was wrong.

“No, Padma… you cant do this…” Aarti’s tone had changed and she held her hand yet again.

But before she could resist a hand held something against her nose form behind her and the world began to spin.

Before she was engulfed into the throes of darkness…. She suddenly remembered. This was the same odour she had experienced that night, when her mother died…

 

©Priya Nayak-Gole

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Destiny’s child

(Flash fiction entry, 500 words for the platform www.penmancy.com)

(Prompt: May I)

Destiny’s children

 

“May I… sit here?”

Shekhar’s deep baritone stirred her loins. The embers she thought had gone cold suddenly sparked alive, and that old flutter in her heart bore testimony to it. She pulled down her stole, covering her head further below, so it touched her nose.

He sat behind her, his back towards her. Perfect, so far as he didn’t see her face, it would be just fine, she thought, beholding the widespread children’s park spread before her.

“So, Roopa, what do you expect from your life partner?” Shekhar asked, straight to the point. She already liked him.

“Well… he should understand and respect me as an individual.” She spoke, her usually confident voice sounding like her friend Mehrunnissa’s mewing cat.

His voice closely resembled Kabir Bedi’s, and being a voice-over artist for years, she had the hots for such tonal qualities.

“Roopa, I have similar expectations from my partner. To share my life unconditionally…”

Wait till you see me…

Roopa pulled the remaining corners of the stole closer to her chin.

Her cousin, Jyoti had arranged this meeting with a prospective groom. Painful rejections with the choicest words thrown her way to last a lifetime, Roopa’s only condition to meet the guy was he would not see her at first.

“This is the last time didi…” she had told Jyoti. “…I am happy as I am…”

“You should meet this man, Roopa. I know him personally. He isn’t like your archaic misogynists…”

“But my condition stays, didi…”

 

Jyoti didi had agreed, and, true to her word, Shekhar only spoke. Not once did he ask to see her.

Before she knew Roopa was engrossed in conversation with an absolute stranger.

Shekhar was full of life and knowledge. She wasn’t even aware of the passage of time.

They met a couple of times in the similar manner. Never before had she felt liberated; her ideas and viewpoints taking flight with him being the wind beneath her sails.

But… would he change once she revealed herself…  her face?

Five years ago, Roopa had been in a vehicular accident. Two of the four passengers in her share cab were dead, and her face had borne the brunt of the collision. In two years, multiple surgeries and rehabilitation processes got her back on her feet but left her soul scarred like her face.

Finally, a month after she met Shekhar, they mutually decided to ‘see’ each other.

With her heart threatening to run a marathon, she turned around, her eyelids tightly shut. Apprehensions at its zenith she felt his hand lift hers.

Basking in his warmth, she opened her lids only to see a part of his skull sunken, and in place of an eye, there was a patch. In addition, he had a pronounced limp, and three of his digits were missing.

“Roopa I was the other passenger who survived that day… do you still feel I won’t understand you…?”

Roopa smiled and instantly knew fate had planned their rendezvous from the start.