Arin went to a party with her friend Mathew. They both return late night, and Mathew dropped Arin to her hostel. Mathew asked her- if he could also come with her, but she refused him. Unfortunately two of her room-mates and her best friends were not there in her room, Alena and Shabana. Mathew somehow entered her room from the window. She was lying subconscious on her bed when she saw Alex entering her room from the window, as her imagination that started coming into ideas of reality beyond illusion. It was not Alex, it was Mathew who went closer to her jumping of from the window. He tried touching her inappropriately, tried to kiss her which she tried her best to refuse, but in smile because she was sub-consiously active and it was Alex according to her imagination. She loved Alex but she never told him. After sometime Arin was unconscious. Mathew put his hand inside her underwear and tried to undo her.
Alex had recently shifted to the apartment opposite to Arin’s room.
As it was late night, Alex tried reaching out to Arin in worry. But her number was not reachable. He got worried and thought to look after her through his window with a binocular, just to be sure- if everything was alright. He found that she was being touched and done by a guy about whom Arin use to tell him that he was her best friend. Alex was left speechless and he was unaware of things going on. Whatever he had seen was partially visible through her window. Because of which he hit a thought in a rush that Arin was sleeping with other guy, without able to give it a second thought. He decided that he should go and stop this. He loved Arin but he never told her, and Arin also knew about this but she never wanted him to accept it because of which they could ruin their good friendship relationship. Going through all of his thoughts he bumped into her hostel. He reached near the window after which it was clearly visible that she was lying unconscious that she wasn’t even able to feel anything, and she was being raped. He jumped, crossed of the window and entered in. He found a rod lying next as a part of Arin’s closet which he extracted it out from it and hit at Mathew’s head. He started bleeding and lied down. Alex held Arin and started jolting her, trying to bring her back into her senses. Eventually tears started rolling down his eyes and he cried his heart out. He checked for her pulse, that was all good and a good sign. He screamed loudly to call for someone’s help, and called her best friends which she told him about, Alena and Shabana. Her underwear was lying down to her legs which he tried to put it back after knowing that no one was going to come and he would take her to the hospital alone. As soon as the underwear reached near her thigh, Alena and Shabana entered. They bursts at Alex when they saw Mathew lying down, Arin’s underwear in Alex’ hand touching her upper thigh. Alex looked at their eyes which gestured him that they misunderstood the situation. Alex tried explaining them, but no sound could come from his mouth and he was left speechless. Alena and Shabana called the warden, and took Arin to the hospital. Warden asked Alex to stay in hostel and not to come with them as everything went wrong for Alex. Helping hands, friendship, trust and love was turned into his biggest nightmare. Warden called for the cop in the way. They reached the hostel and took him with them to the police station.
Early morning, after Arin became conscious, cops reached to her to take her statement. But she couldn’t say anything because she wasn’t able to remember anything hardly. According to her, Mathew left after dropping her to the hostel. She tried recalling, but she couldn’t speak anything. When she was asked about Alex- if she remembered if Alex came to meet her in the hostel? Because of her imagination turned into illusion, here Alex was trapped out of no idea in all the misunderstandings. Arin loved him, but she never thought that Alex would do this to her when she’s not in her senses. She thought Alex broke her trust, she said ‘Yes, he came to her last night.’ And for all his life, Alex was left with a guilt in prison.
Ronnie was a guy who was really hot intern from the marketing department where Darcy use to work. They were friends since past 6 months and they use to chat everyday. She started finding herself actually looking forward to his texts and just seeing his name pop up on her phone would actually lit up her face. They were easy to talk to each other sharing each and every little things about their dreams, aspirations, friends, favourite books and movies, just say everything and anything basically. One day Ronnie asked Darcy for a date. But Darcy asked him for a date that was not common, i.e. she asked him to go a date to his or her place, lighting up the candle where they could sit together and he could read his favourite novel or one side of his fantasy that he never told her about. He did the same what she asked for.
Darcy sat with her legs on his shoulder while he read a book for her which was a romance fantasy. She looked into his eyes when he finished reading the book and he told her about his fantasy that was something he never told to anyone. He opened up his sketchbook and showed her the portraits of all the girls he had loved before. Now he was single. She asked him- what he would do once all the pages of the book gets filled, would he purchase new one and continue it? He said ‘No’. There was still two pages left in that book and he told her that the last page would be of someone with whom he would stay forever. They both come closer to eachother, and he closed his eyes making his lips wet and adjusting it to kiss her. Darcay stopped. As she thought that he was really a nice guy and a perfect life partner material for her. She refused to kiss and left the place. She thought she will kiss him when it’s the last page of the book, and she waited for sometime until the second last page of the sketchbook gets filled. So she could find her on the last page and live forever with him.
They use to talk and he use to tell her everything about his love-life and all. After few months he was in a relationship which lasted for 2 months. He filled the second last page of his sketchbook.
Darcy came back to him. This time she asked him for the same date as before. They sat together, he read a novel for her. He showed her the second last sketch of that girl with whom she broke up recently. She clutched his hand and made it to wrap around her waist due to which he dropped his sketchbook book on the table with the last page opened. She put her arms on his shoulder and kissed him. The kiss between them started growing more intense and wilder. Her hands fall onto the sketchbook and because of the intensity of kiss between them she started loosing her control because of which she tried to balance her keep standing. She was unaware that her hand was on that last page and because of the rush between their kiss, tha page got ripped of from the book and fall apart before she could realise it. They stopped kissing and they both looked at that blank page lying down on the floor.
What comes next?
Do they looked worried looking at the blank page thinking that they were never meant to be together as a gesture from their destiny?
Does he laugh looking at it, leaving his fantasy as a scrap and he would now believe in whatever he had, i.e. Darcy?
Or will she believe in that he was never written for her, for which she waited?
Back to the autumn trees
that locked under the ambitious roof,
Lacked by the wooden breeze
that cooked by the religious proof.
Our forgotten stories left to be carved on the chinars
like the greens on a rainy well thrives the mold,
Molten memories weft too brave on the shikars
like the dreams in a fairy tale cries untold.
The wakes leaving behind the bloody shadows
freezing the water that preserves,
The awake grieving below the stray meadows
greeting the slaughter that observes.
Can you see the heart beating in a rapid flow
when the smoke thrives over the chaos,
You see the art heating on a matted floor
when the kohl flows to shower the tears.
Now the knife is slicing deep inside the wound
like the soul from our bones,
The life is sinking down beside the bond
like the sole from our homes.
I see your eyes with a paralyzed smile
under the reflection of a starry sky,
And kill your byes from a terrified mile
under the projection when a diary die.