.(V)

1 December
Welcome Guest Lodge  
Versova
Mumbai

2 December
Mumbai-Delhi Jan Kranti Express
Village Sambhalpur
Madhya Pradesh

It was the last day of the ‘Spirit of Mumbai’ festival. After the fierce competition, a time to celebrate with an all night dance party. Matching beat to beat with Rihanna’s groovy “Umbrella” to the soulful “Last Christmas” by George Michael, Rishi and Sona enjoyed life as never before. Their bodies swayed in the dazzling lights of the floor, their eyes transfixed on each other, her minted breath against his hushed ones; as they danced they were no longer two beings but their souls merged into each other. Rishi could feel the passion rising in him. May be it was time to take their relation to the next level. May be they should discuss it. Maybe she also was feeling the same. Even before Rishi could say anything, Sona gave him a cute little wink and kissed him. There was no need for words any longer. They no longer needed to argue whether it was right or wrong, whether they were just getting drifted away by passion, whether it was necessary. No, these questions were for those who didn’t have faith in their relationship, not for Sona and Rishi. They loved each other and nothing else mattered.

Sona always loved train journeys. The wide mosaic of people, the rushing rustic scenery, the calls of “chai walei” at stations, the games of “antakshari”, the “khoosat” uncle who always wanted to sleep, everything about a train journey fascinated her. Rishi also liked travelling by trains, noting how different stories interwined into each other, how everyone was entangled in the web of their daily chores, their dreams and insecurities, how different people were and yet so same, how a coach full of people actually had just the replicas of the same individual but with different names. The journey was 32 hours long. They spent their time sitting at the door, hand in hand, planning about their future, their marriage, honeymoon, children, their marriages. Huh….crazy ideas…far-fetched dreams……nevertheless they could spend hours just like that. As the night descended over the barley-clad fields, they moved to their berths. Her berth above his. They still held each others’ hands as they laid there smiling to themselves re-thinking about the crazy ideas they had just discussed. The nosy uncles and aunts gave them those looks(which other uncles and aunts were giving to their children) with “Aaj kal ke ladke-ladkiyan…koi sharam-lihaaj hi nahi…” written all over…But they didn’t give a damn…Let them be….They loved each other and nothing else mattered.

Their feet, as if puppets, themselves drove them to the guest house. Sona felt kind of stupid as she let her dress slip over her shoulders. We all have crazy fancies about sex. We all have fantasized about the d-day, how we will go ahead. But when the moment comes, we find ourselves in a kind of dilemma, whether to rush into it or let the passion build as slowly our souls amalgamate into each other. However confident she might have been, howmuch ever she might have thought about this night, she found herself completely at loss, just a passion rising in her, driving her crazy. Rishi walked over to her, once again kissing her, holding her in his arms, his hands gently caressing her back. The kiss slowly became violent, Sona biting his ear, her hands moving sensuously on his body, his hands lingering near her breasts. He undid her bra strap and they fell down on bed. Slowly fondling her breasts, his hands slid into her jeans……. The passion that had been building for over a year now took over them completely. They made violent love, not lustful sex but passionate love. Sona had always imagined Boyz II men’s “I’ll make love to You” playing in the background on her perfect night.

Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We’re gonna celebrate, all thru the night
Pour the wine, light the fire
Girl your wish is my command
I submit to your demands
I’ll do anything, girl you need only ask

I’ll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I’ll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I’ll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
Till you tell me to

Girl relax, let’s go slow
I ain’t got nowhere to go
I’m just gonna concentrate on you
Girl are you ready, it’s gonna be a long night
Throw your clothes on the floor
I’m gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me you know I’ll do

Baby tonight is your night
And I will do you right
Just make a wish on your night
Anything that you ask
I will give you the love of your life

Well, it wasn’t. But the night had been much more than she could ever imagine, they loved each other and nothing else mattered.

In movies and novels, the “goondas” come at the stroke of midnight, try to play their dirty tricks with the heroine, but the hero beats the shit out of them and the girl crying falls in his arms as the nosy aunts look at him with some respect. But in real life, Rishi was beaten black and blue by Raja Bhaiyya and his gang. The entire coach pretended to be so deep in their slumbers that they couldn’t listen her heart-wrenching shrieks as the leader tore her kurta, his desperate pleads for help as the gang members hit him with gun-butts, their shouts of pleasure as the leader unhooked her jeans ….the uncles and aunts heard nothing, saw nothing, did nothing (atleast the movies get this part right). Rishi tried his best to free himself but another gun-butt freed him of his senses and he fainted. The village of Sambhalpur was filled with her dying shouts as Raja Bhaiyya penetrated into her and his gang members waited lustfully for their their turns. The train, their dream journey  moved towards the barren Rajasthan border. It was 4 in the morning when Rishi finally came back to his senses. Sona laid as a crumpled bedsheet* on her berth, the passengers on the neighbouring seats still pretending to be asleep. Her lips cut in places, her berth smeared with blood, her eyes staring purposelessly in space, her face scratched everywhere as she cursed her beauty, no expressions, no emotions, no feelings as she laid there as a living dead.  Just one question hanging loose in the disquitening early morning silence, Did he still love her and did nothing else matter???????????

(To be contd.)

3 responses to “.(V)

  1. the nosy uncles and aunts gave them those looks(which other uncles and aunts were giving to their children) – lol- 😉 🙂

    gave me goosebumps man….. good work….
    “really touchin story” -isnt really the rite words i feel! but then i dnno wht precise words i should be usin rite now! great work! 🙂

  2. The twist is quiet a shock.. especially after the four mushy parts..On the other hand, I feel bringing out an entirely hut ke turn is good.. a much needed break from the overly senti breakups that romantic stories have..

    All in all nice work.. Witing for the final installment…

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