Rahul was beginning to regret the decision of taking up the offer of being at this remote place for the meet. But he was a journalist and the prospect of meeting the lady whose misadventures he had researched for so long was too alluring for him to reject.
Anagha, the 25 year old practically thinking girl was escorted to her husband’s room. It was her wedding night and her friends were the only support she had during this wedding phase. Anagha wasn’t ready for this marriage, but she had no one else to blame, but herself. As she sat on the bed, she could hear her friends trying to cheer her up, but her mind wandered. She didn’t even realize when they left while she sat there all alone. Whenever she heard footsteps outside the door, her heart would skip a beat. After a few minutes, the hustle and bustle died down. She could sense there was pin drop silence in the room. She wanted to cry, but controlled her tears. The more she thought about the situation she was in, the more it reminded her of him.
It was a weekend and Covid had just begun to subside. After a long gap of a year and a half, both the college friends were excited to continue with their weekend jog together. After finishing the first round of 30 minutes, both of them sat on a bench, taking deeper breaths.
This is a plot that I had been wanting to write for a long time now but couldn't think of how to shape this up. Finally, I do have a start. I would love to hear your comments on how I could make this better. I have taken traits from real life scenarios, which I have heard and seen in 20 years of my professional tenure.
Hari Ram was a nineteen-year-old boy who was living alone by himself. His father left him and his mother when he left for Mumbai and got himself a daily wage job. After that, the father never returned to their village. Hari Ram's mother passed the very last year.
Laila's family had only been gone for a few hours and she was already tired. She never worked so hard before. She prepared the food for the animals in their farm, she bathed the goats, collected all the eggs from the chicken coop, collected the bundles of hays in put them in the cowshed. Then She was out in the pasture and checking on the cows, when she noticed one of them behaving strangely. Not very much strangely though. Hopping the fence, she walked in. that cow was gazing like other cows but it was tossing its head very often, like there was any fly bothering it.
Nandini was a divorcee living alone in a town close to a hill station. She was a tourist guide by profession. Life wasn't always like this for her. During her college days, she fell in love with one of her professors. The professor took advantage of her. The innocent Nandini thought he was going to marry her.
He felt suffocated as the cops held him tight on the ground with one of them strangling him with a wooden baton pressing on his neck. He grunted and groaned in pain as they captured him and pushed him into the dark cold cell, locking the iron gate. Fallen on the cold floor of the cell, Rohtesh writhed in pain before he managed to get up gathering all his strength and dragged his ass till, he reached the wall so that he could sit down resting his back.
He is the happiest man in the whole world to see his beloved marrying her choicest man. He watched them walking down the stairs after the wedding. They walked towards him as she was ecstatic to see him. He had that beautiful gentle smile on his face as he waited for her to come near him and flung her arms around him to hug him tight. “I am so happy… So so happy, my guardian.”
