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sat on the edge of the deserted highway. She clutched her bent
knees with both her hands and buried her head in the groove the
integration of her knees afforded. The highway is wide but not
her peace of mind. She felt her equanimity having grown very
narrow, or even vanished. To both the sides of the highway lay
the forests. The body of the forests is clad by thick green
leaves while her body is covered by a simple gown that ran up to
her knees. Her brown hair is unkempt. A little volume of tears
trickled down her visage drenching her black gown to a negligible
still remembered the scene. Shuffling through the memory bags of
her brain, she brought to surface a memory that kept on haunting
her for over a week. Though it has been replayed over and over,
it is not worn out; it still was as fresh as it was in the
inception like a properly lubricated machine.
the ears received a frequency which is laden with a simple 'I
do.' Their ears sent the message to their brain for comprehension
and the reflex action would be from eyes. All the heads
inquiringly saw the man who had let his voice fill the church.
The priest looked puzzled at the man who is approaching them -
the priest, and the would-be-couples. She saw him make his way
into the heavily packed aisle. She had known him. She was
acquainted to him just because of sympathy - sympathizing his
desperation. Yes, he's a lunatic and had no one. So she always
stayed by his side. He spoke at all the times sanely but at times
he'll become insane. He refused to go to lunatic asylum. He just
remained on streets like a street dog - have no job, begged for
his food and was insouciant. She used to meet him daily and spend
a few hours with him at the park.
as worse as a rusty iron, and while he made his way towards them,
the entire amass let him his way out of repugnance. Repugnance to
his rumpled features.
said, 'I do have an objection. Because I love her.' The moment
his words ceased to nothing, awkward babels filled the hall. The
priest attempted to speak but before could he utter a word, the
ragged man caught her arm so fiercely and lugged her out of the
door that stood to their right. (not the entrance door; another
additional door) The congregation was stirred; and a few
"hot-bloods" attempted to stop his immoral act; they received
violent counter attack from the man and everyone gave in one by
one. Despite the increasing number of men who tried to stop him,
his brutal strength kept his way clear. Her parents, relatives,
friends and simple everyone screamed, begged, cried, all but in
vain. Like a man deaf, he dragged her out and shoved her into his
car. Her frail strength failed her. She couldn't remember
anything. She probably would have become unconscious. When she
opened her eyes all she saw was this - a thick forest, an
isolated plastic tent, the injured car and no human creature. She
slowly walked and found this highway.
thoughts were shaken by a masculine voice that echoed 'Oh you're
here! C'mon dear, breakfast.'
since her discovery of this highway, she will always come and sit
here looking for any vehicle that may come to her rescue. And it
is eerie that not a single vehicle had come the whole week. She
hated him. She refused to eat the first day because of her
disliking him. But to survive, she started eating from the second
day onwards the raw meat he brought. All the whole week he never
attempted to even touch her. He behaved like a gentleman and not
as a madman. He kept on saying that he loved her more than his
own soul and said that once she would nod her head he would marry
her and then only would he touch her.
wanted to get away from him because he's just another lunatic.
And she never nodded. She practically never spoke to him after
the abduction, save for her screams and hate words. She even
started to admire his love as everyday passed. It is only
admiration; she could never love him.
made no reply and followed his lead. She would have taken three
steps when she heard it. Oh! The siren! She turned about and ran
towards the middle of the road and shrieked 'Help! Help!' There
were at least five police vehicles and the posse arrested him -
his protest leading to nothing. The police hand-cuffed him and
pushed him into one of the vehicle. She was rescued.
was the only daughter of an opulent businessman. Her fiancée is
none but his dad's personal assistant. After she was rescued, her
parents had dashed off to a distant trip - a trip to their
neighbouring state for business purposes. And the
would-be-husband was asked to stay by her side. He stayed in
their home for the past four days. In these four days, he would
have tried at the least five times to have sex with her. She
never allowed it to happen. She always believed in sex after
escaped every time from his force saying so; he kept on
expressing his dubiety over her virginity. Though she made it
clear that no carnal contact has been made throughout the whole
week with the lunatic, he would not agree. He forced her to have
physical relationship with him yet at the same time speaking ill
of her. She began to quite hate him. But at the same time, she
could never rise against her parents' wishes. What a cursed
midnight. (Start of the fifth day.)
felt the angel of sleep drifting away from her. No matter how
hard she tried, she couldn't sleep. She went astir in her white
night gown out of her bedroom. Standing by the door she
considered the fact that he was given a separate bedroom. She set
out a sigh of relief. All his tries were only during day time.
Even in daytime! Thanks goodness. Should he have to sleep in the
same bedroom, things would be very different.
trekked her way in the corridor aimlessly. She heard a voice.
Getting close to it, she identified the vocal cords to which the
voice belonged to. Her fiancée is speaking in phone. She listened
to it intently pressing her ears against the wooden bedroom door.
She was heart-broken listening to his words. She felt her eyes
getting welled by tears. She ran back to her bedroom and hurled
herself onto the bed.
primary focus was money and secondary was lust. Love didn't even
become his tertiary focus. No, he never gave a speck of thought
to it. Gripping the pillow, she cried, cried and cried. After
having cried for a few minutes, she felt a lump form in her
throat because of the drying of the whole saliva. She didn't care
and kept on crying. Her mind warned her that he's such a
dangerous one who would even dare to kill her parents to enjoy
the whole. He would never hesitate. She considered the
possibilities of stopping the marriage and calculated the
probabilities that her parents would believe her - because they
always valued this P.A. guy very highly. She felt herself now
more stranded than she was before four days.
decided to call her parents and the very next second dropped the
idea. They will never lend her an ear. Sitting in the edge of the
bed, she pondered awhile. She saw a shadow fall in the floor in
front of her. Shifting her vision to the open door, she saw the
figure that blocked the light from the corridor lamp and created
this shadow. For a second she couldn't believe her own
Million questions swarmed in her mind the very second - how did
he escape? How did he find her room? How did he infiltrate the
watchman? Were the prison guards ineffective etc,. He slowly
inched towards her with the same smile glued to his lips -
similar to that of a lost child who would extrude a smile seeing
its mother again on reunion. He reduced his normally high-pitched
coarse voice to a soothing whisper. He said, 'I love you. I will,
till my death.'
stood up and transfixed her gaze into his pure eyes. Some inner
voice told her that love is blind. It knows no ethics. It knows
no skin. It sees no financial status. It asks for no ethnicity.
It considers no religion.
Brushing aside all her thoughts, she looked sternly and clearing
her throat, she extruded her right hand. Maintaining her hand in
mid-air par to his eyes, she asked, 'Would you take me home?'
following his looks that is partly filled with joy and partly
with confusion, she added, 'I realised what true love is. I love
you now. Your love is real and pure. Let me nod my head.' Saying
so, she nodded her head and finally said, 'Will you take my