Monday mornings were the worst. Anusha managed to drag herself to the sink and splash some cold water onto her face. She grimaced at her thin reflection in the mirror. Those brown eyes had less of their usual sparkle.
“Maybe I won’t go today,” she thought.
*****
She rushed out of her room, a whirlwind of colours, tugging on her too-tight short bright orange top and at the same time trying to unsuccessfully comb down her wild curly hair, almost knocking down her mother who was coming into her room with garlands of flowers in her hands.
“Those pants are falling off off you, and will you take out those ear-plugs before they become part of your body…come to the temple with me and let us pray to the Goddess Durga so that she manages to knock some sense into you…when will you learn to be a typical Tamilian girl?! God help me! You are almost twenty-one! You should have been married long back! And don’t forget…”
Anusha interrupted her mother’s monologue exasperatedly, “I’m late as it is, Amma, and please! We’ve been through all this before…I’ll be back before nine!”
Kissing her mother and brushing her mother’s hands and protests away, escaping that outstretched finger with some yellow powder on it moving towards her forehead, she ran desperately out into the bright sunshine and heaved a sigh. She almost jumped in fright when she saw a tall figure coming towards her.
“Thathaji…”one agonized whisper and she turned hurriedly but it was too late.
“Anusha, where are you going?” a loud and gruff voice demanded.
“Umm… a group project… thatha...”
“In those clothes…”, one eyebrow raised unbelievingly.
“My friends and I are going out after that.”
“Where?”
Anusha knew that this interrogation would never end and looked for a way to escape.
“Arre, Nanda saab, how are you?” an angel in the disguise of Uncle Paresh was at the gate.
“Okay, bye thatha…”
“What time are you coming back?” Anusha’s grandfather called after her retreating back.
Anusha pretended she never heard, although she could feel two disapproving glares behind her back.
*****
“So, how have you been feeling, lately?” asked Aamir.
“Still the same… lousy,” Anusha replied.
“Your folks haven’t noticed how thin and sick you look?”
“Is it that bad?! Do I look that bad?” She dove into her bag trying to look at her entire face in her tiny pocket mirror. “No, man! I was just joking! You’ve actually grown really fat.”Aamir tried to hide a grin unsuccessfully. Anusha threw him a punch. “Obviously I look perfectly fine if my parents haven’t noticed.”
“Her face does look a bit tired and wan though,” thought her best friend worriedly.
*****
“Appa, do you want some more water?” asked Aditya.
His father turned his head, eyes sunken in, a tired face, yet he still managed a smile at his eldest child.
“No, it’s all right. I’m fine. Where’s Anu…” Here a bout of coughing overcame him.
“She’s out…as usual…what a question…,”Aditya muttered.
Just then the topic of their discussion burst in.
“You’re early,” Aditya remarked.
Anusha looked at her wristwatch and frowned. “It’s 9:30.”
“Well…usually you say you’ll be back by nine and you come at ten.”
“Oh…whatever Anna, How are you feeling, Appa?” She looked down at her father who somehow looked a little livelier since his daughter had come in. He just smiled at her. She sat with him for some time, recounting her day, almost like a little girl boasting of her achievements. A quick kiss on the wrinkled cheek and she left, leaving the room drearier in her wake.
“Aditya, you can leave me now.”
“No, it’s all right; I’d rather sit with you.”
The father looked at his son affectionately and with a tinge of sadness. From morning till night, Aditya sat beside him except when he had to go to college. Sometimes he wished he was more like Anusha. Anusha was like a ray of sunshine. She recovered quite quickly after his accident and so had his dear wife. They were strong. His own father was there to keep an eye on them. However it was Aditya who worried him. It was Aditya who always helped him. He didn’t allow anyone else to come near. Aditya’s devotion was a bit disconcerting at times.
His son thought, “Just look at him. Wasting away. It’s just not fair. If…if he hadn’t gone out that…that day…ironic that he had just stepped out of a temple…after thanking God… when that blasted bomb went off! Crippled for life! Those bloody Muslims! Hell! I wish I could make them pay for what they did to my father… how I wish…”
*****
“Have one more chapatti, Anu,” wheedled her mother. “You’ve grown so thin…you girls of today…all diets and shmiets…”
“Oh please… I’m not like girls of today… they’re all shallow, useless creatures who run after guys…”
“Anushaaa…”her grandfather’s deep baritone voice rumbled a warning.
“And who do you hang out with? Only guys, I suppose,” her brother observed.
“How are you any different, Anusha?” asked her grandfather with a smile.
Anusha shrugged. “Maybe I will have another chapatti…Ohh…and by the way, Aamir is coming for lunch tomorrow.”
Everyone at the table except her exchanged looks. She knew it and chose to ignore it.
“I don’t know why…”, her mother began. Anusha said quietly in a serene voice, “I will be friends with him, no matter what you say. Our religion says to accept a guest with civility and I trust you will do that tomorrow, Amma… please… like how you always do.”
“After what happened to our father…,”interjected Aditya angrily.
“Aamir didn’t bomb that temple,” she cut across smoothly “and he was my friend before it happened. You never did like him.”
*****
“Remove your slippers! I don’t need to tell you. This isn’t the first time you’ve come here, you know.”
“Don’t remind me, the only reason I come here is because your mom cooks better food than at the orphanage and today’s Visiting Day,” Aamir told Anusha.
They entered the house, one with trepidation and the other with impatience.
“I hope you’ve told your mother that I haven’t had a bath.”
Anusha giggled. “She’d probably have a fit…but you did bathe, right?”
“What do you suppose? Oh oh…here comes the Colonel Nandakumar Chakravarthy.”
“I wish you wouldn’t joke so,” said Anusha as her grandfather came into view.
“Hmm…there’s an improvement…I don’t have to eat on a leaf. There’s a paper plate and a plastic glass kept for me.”
Anusha looked at her friend. “You aren’t offended by this nonsense, are you?”
“I have an open mind.”
Anusha guffawed. “You’re too saintly for your own good.”
After lunch, which according to Anusha was a bit better than usual with respect to the atmosphere, they took a walk in the garden.
“Your brother is okay, right?…”
“Aditya? He’s always been like this.”
“Well, he looks sadder and more bitter than usual.”
“Hmmm…”
“When did your father…when did that accident happen? When we were ten, no?”
“Ya, Aditya was fourteen.”
“Almost ten years ago…”
“Umm… I know I shouldn’t have done it,” Aamir looked uncomfortable. “I sort of went into Aditya’s room by mistake and I saw his diary lying on the table and I picked it up and read a few pages.” Aamir went red.
“Why did you do that?” Anusha looked shocked.
“Well…he’s always so quiet and reserved…I just felt curious about what was behind that dignified expression.”
“Was your curiousity satisfied?” Anusha sounded angry.
“More than…,” Aamir said quietly. He bought out a small notebook from his pocket. “I copied down some of his phrases to show you.”
“When it comes to a choice between death and changing of one’s faith, many people would choose the latter. I would never commit such a sacrilegious deed. In the sacred book, it clearly instructs to kill all nonbelievers. What kind of God would ever instruct people to kill others? sounds really evil to me. Muslims don’t talk with their mouths; instead they talk with their swords. I just hope that one day we can get rid of these Muslims, so that we don't have to see the world soaked with the blood of the innocent every day.
RSS is the only thing that can save India or else it will end up a country where Sikhs, Hindus, Jains and Buddhists will be mistreated in the control of Muslims and Christians.”
“Then there’s this cutting.” Aamir took out a newspaper article. “You can keep it back in his room if you want.”
“I also found a blown-up picture of LTTE chief Prabhakaran with the words “My Favourite Terrorist.” scrawled on it. If that isn’t cause for concern then tell me what is?”
“Should I tell someone?”
Aamir shook his head. “What’s the point? For all you know we could just be overreacting… then again I think you should tell your Grandfather. He might be able to sort of help Aditya deal with this hatred. He was in the Army after all.”
Anusha agreed. “Aditya is after all a History student and to tell you the truth he is actually incapable of hurting a fly…I think.”
*****
“Three bombs went off simultaneously in and around the majestic mosque that lies on Seville Road, last evening. The right wing was blown off killing at least fifteen persons in the surrounding area. Twelve died within the mosque and twenty five were injured. Police Commissioner Rajeev Desai said…”
Aamir threw the newspaper down and his first thought was to reach Anusha’s house.
To his surprise as he neared her house, he saw all police cars leaving the area, the sirens blazing. Quickening his step, with a beating heart, he opened the gate and went in. The Colonel was standing in the doorway and he looked so frightfully furious that Aamir shrank back. He fixed Aamir with a hostile eye.
“Umm…Uncle is…Anu…”
“Keep away from my girl or you wait and see…she’s not here…get out!”
Just then, Anusha came running up and taking her grandfather by the hand she led him into the house and saying soothingly, “Thathaji, appa is asking for you.”
Aamir waited until she came back and she took his hand and led him into the garden.
“The police were just here. They took away Aditya,” she said in a low voice.
“What!?”
“Amma has gone into hysterics. Appa is just lying there like as though he had expected it all along. Thatha…don’t ask…I thought he was going to shoot every one of those officers… He kept saying we were a pious god-fearing Brahmin family and how dare they arrest the grandson of an army Colonel,” she looked at Aamir with red-rimmed eyes.
“I kept telling them they had no proof, whatsoever, they seemed to think that those rubbishy things of his which we read were proof enough. On top of everything else, they found his Swiss army knife collection and Thatha’s treasured rifles. After that, there was no stopping them. They told us they will keep Aditya in custody until they get some answers. I don’t know what to do.” She started sobbing. Aamir hugged her and stroked her hair. “Hey, it’s all right, everything’s going to be all right. They’ll know it isn’t him. It’s just a huge misunderstanding.”
She looked at him. “Aamir, he was out last night and nobody can vouch for him.”
*****
There was a smile of satisfaction on Aditya’s face as he thought about the bombing, in his lonely cell. Yet he felt only a little bit glad. He wanted more violence. He wondered what his mother was doing, probably doing some puja for his release. He doubted it would be of any use. His Thathaji had overreacted as usual, yet he had not missed the doubt and the look of disgust that had creeped into his Thatha’s eyes…and Anu…she must be partying as usual…nothing will come in her way…unless she wanted it to. He hated her and that Aamir… What hurt him most was the look in his father’s eyes…who would look after him now…There were tears in Aditya’s eyes.
*****
He hid behind the bush and waited for the night policeman to continue his beat, when suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.
They found a map of the General Hospital on the man with details of where the bombs were to be set off. Grimly, they sat the man in a chair and the interrogation began.
*****
“Aamir, those stupid policemen released Aditya, I told you he was innocent.” Anusha’s excited voice came on the telephone.
“Hey, that’s great…”
“And you know what...hey! wait a minute, someone’s at the door…”Aamir heard the doorbell ring again and waited patiently for Anusha to return.
The silence was broken by a scream.
“Anu…Anu!!! Hello!! Hello!” Aamir hung up and dashed out.
*****
As Aamir neared Anusha’s home, it was déjà vu all over again.
He could hear someone wailing and sobbing. There was a huge crowd gathered outside. Pushing his way through, he came at last to the door. Hesitating outside for just a moment, he reached out to open the door when it was flung open by a policeman. Aamir was pushed and he fell back.
No one had eyes for him. They were all watching the policemen leading the person away.
“No…no,” an involuntary moan escaped him.
Anusha’s raven black hair hid her face as she walked. It wasn’t a defeated step. She held her head high. She didn’t see him. Aamir turned back to see her mother lying on the steps in a faint. Never before had he seen a family so broken up. Anusha’s father was leaning on his son and gazing after her with such a desperate look that tore at Aamir’s heart. Nandakumar Chakravarthy was still in shock. He kept staring ahead.
Aamir caught snatches of conversation around him.
“They have finally caught the ringleader of this whole operation. She was going to bomb the hospital next…where they have taken the injured from the mosque bomb blast. What a cruel and hard-hearted woman she must be.”
“Her brother was taken away at first. Seems they took the wrong sibling.”
“I heard one of her group gave them all away. However two or three escaped.”
It was a long walk for Anusha from her house to the jeep that would lead her to her fate. Before she got in, she turned around to have one last look of her home, her eyes passed over her family standing outside.
Her brown searching eyes met Aamir’s eyes finally, before he never saw her again.
******
“Maybe I won’t go today,” she thought.
*****
She rushed out of her room, a whirlwind of colours, tugging on her too-tight short bright orange top and at the same time trying to unsuccessfully comb down her wild curly hair, almost knocking down her mother who was coming into her room with garlands of flowers in her hands.
“Those pants are falling off off you, and will you take out those ear-plugs before they become part of your body…come to the temple with me and let us pray to the Goddess Durga so that she manages to knock some sense into you…when will you learn to be a typical Tamilian girl?! God help me! You are almost twenty-one! You should have been married long back! And don’t forget…”
Anusha interrupted her mother’s monologue exasperatedly, “I’m late as it is, Amma, and please! We’ve been through all this before…I’ll be back before nine!”
Kissing her mother and brushing her mother’s hands and protests away, escaping that outstretched finger with some yellow powder on it moving towards her forehead, she ran desperately out into the bright sunshine and heaved a sigh. She almost jumped in fright when she saw a tall figure coming towards her.
“Thathaji…”one agonized whisper and she turned hurriedly but it was too late.
“Anusha, where are you going?” a loud and gruff voice demanded.
“Umm… a group project… thatha...”
“In those clothes…”, one eyebrow raised unbelievingly.
“My friends and I are going out after that.”
“Where?”
Anusha knew that this interrogation would never end and looked for a way to escape.
“Arre, Nanda saab, how are you?” an angel in the disguise of Uncle Paresh was at the gate.
“Okay, bye thatha…”
“What time are you coming back?” Anusha’s grandfather called after her retreating back.
Anusha pretended she never heard, although she could feel two disapproving glares behind her back.
*****
“So, how have you been feeling, lately?” asked Aamir.
“Still the same… lousy,” Anusha replied.
“Your folks haven’t noticed how thin and sick you look?”
“Is it that bad?! Do I look that bad?” She dove into her bag trying to look at her entire face in her tiny pocket mirror. “No, man! I was just joking! You’ve actually grown really fat.”Aamir tried to hide a grin unsuccessfully. Anusha threw him a punch. “Obviously I look perfectly fine if my parents haven’t noticed.”
“Her face does look a bit tired and wan though,” thought her best friend worriedly.
*****
“Appa, do you want some more water?” asked Aditya.
His father turned his head, eyes sunken in, a tired face, yet he still managed a smile at his eldest child.
“No, it’s all right. I’m fine. Where’s Anu…” Here a bout of coughing overcame him.
“She’s out…as usual…what a question…,”Aditya muttered.
Just then the topic of their discussion burst in.
“You’re early,” Aditya remarked.
Anusha looked at her wristwatch and frowned. “It’s 9:30.”
“Well…usually you say you’ll be back by nine and you come at ten.”
“Oh…whatever Anna, How are you feeling, Appa?” She looked down at her father who somehow looked a little livelier since his daughter had come in. He just smiled at her. She sat with him for some time, recounting her day, almost like a little girl boasting of her achievements. A quick kiss on the wrinkled cheek and she left, leaving the room drearier in her wake.
“Aditya, you can leave me now.”
“No, it’s all right; I’d rather sit with you.”
The father looked at his son affectionately and with a tinge of sadness. From morning till night, Aditya sat beside him except when he had to go to college. Sometimes he wished he was more like Anusha. Anusha was like a ray of sunshine. She recovered quite quickly after his accident and so had his dear wife. They were strong. His own father was there to keep an eye on them. However it was Aditya who worried him. It was Aditya who always helped him. He didn’t allow anyone else to come near. Aditya’s devotion was a bit disconcerting at times.
His son thought, “Just look at him. Wasting away. It’s just not fair. If…if he hadn’t gone out that…that day…ironic that he had just stepped out of a temple…after thanking God… when that blasted bomb went off! Crippled for life! Those bloody Muslims! Hell! I wish I could make them pay for what they did to my father… how I wish…”
*****
“Have one more chapatti, Anu,” wheedled her mother. “You’ve grown so thin…you girls of today…all diets and shmiets…”
“Oh please… I’m not like girls of today… they’re all shallow, useless creatures who run after guys…”
“Anushaaa…”her grandfather’s deep baritone voice rumbled a warning.
“And who do you hang out with? Only guys, I suppose,” her brother observed.
“How are you any different, Anusha?” asked her grandfather with a smile.
Anusha shrugged. “Maybe I will have another chapatti…Ohh…and by the way, Aamir is coming for lunch tomorrow.”
Everyone at the table except her exchanged looks. She knew it and chose to ignore it.
“I don’t know why…”, her mother began. Anusha said quietly in a serene voice, “I will be friends with him, no matter what you say. Our religion says to accept a guest with civility and I trust you will do that tomorrow, Amma… please… like how you always do.”
“After what happened to our father…,”interjected Aditya angrily.
“Aamir didn’t bomb that temple,” she cut across smoothly “and he was my friend before it happened. You never did like him.”
*****
“Remove your slippers! I don’t need to tell you. This isn’t the first time you’ve come here, you know.”
“Don’t remind me, the only reason I come here is because your mom cooks better food than at the orphanage and today’s Visiting Day,” Aamir told Anusha.
They entered the house, one with trepidation and the other with impatience.
“I hope you’ve told your mother that I haven’t had a bath.”
Anusha giggled. “She’d probably have a fit…but you did bathe, right?”
“What do you suppose? Oh oh…here comes the Colonel Nandakumar Chakravarthy.”
“I wish you wouldn’t joke so,” said Anusha as her grandfather came into view.
“Hmm…there’s an improvement…I don’t have to eat on a leaf. There’s a paper plate and a plastic glass kept for me.”
Anusha looked at her friend. “You aren’t offended by this nonsense, are you?”
“I have an open mind.”
Anusha guffawed. “You’re too saintly for your own good.”
After lunch, which according to Anusha was a bit better than usual with respect to the atmosphere, they took a walk in the garden.
“Your brother is okay, right?…”
“Aditya? He’s always been like this.”
“Well, he looks sadder and more bitter than usual.”
“Hmmm…”
“When did your father…when did that accident happen? When we were ten, no?”
“Ya, Aditya was fourteen.”
“Almost ten years ago…”
“Umm… I know I shouldn’t have done it,” Aamir looked uncomfortable. “I sort of went into Aditya’s room by mistake and I saw his diary lying on the table and I picked it up and read a few pages.” Aamir went red.
“Why did you do that?” Anusha looked shocked.
“Well…he’s always so quiet and reserved…I just felt curious about what was behind that dignified expression.”
“Was your curiousity satisfied?” Anusha sounded angry.
“More than…,” Aamir said quietly. He bought out a small notebook from his pocket. “I copied down some of his phrases to show you.”
“When it comes to a choice between death and changing of one’s faith, many people would choose the latter. I would never commit such a sacrilegious deed. In the sacred book, it clearly instructs to kill all nonbelievers. What kind of God would ever instruct people to kill others? sounds really evil to me. Muslims don’t talk with their mouths; instead they talk with their swords. I just hope that one day we can get rid of these Muslims, so that we don't have to see the world soaked with the blood of the innocent every day.
RSS is the only thing that can save India or else it will end up a country where Sikhs, Hindus, Jains and Buddhists will be mistreated in the control of Muslims and Christians.”
“Then there’s this cutting.” Aamir took out a newspaper article. “You can keep it back in his room if you want.”
Indian Police Reports Say Governing Party Arranged Attacks "Police say a local leader of India's governing party and officials from a Hindu nationalist group linked to it led mobs that burned to death 107 Muslims during religious riots. Police reports obtained by The Associated Press on Tuesday named several important figures in two attacks in the city of Ahmedabad, part of riots that have killed 512 people."
"One report said nine people including local Bharatiya Janata Party leader Deepak Patel headed Hindus who burned to death 42 people, including former Parliament member Ahsan Jaffrey, in the Muslim residential area known as Gulbarg Society in Meghaninagar.” These persons, armed with weapons, led a mob of 20,000 to 22,000, which attacked Gulbarg Society and set it ablaze,'' said the report by Kirit Erda, senior inspector-in-charge of the Meghaninagar police station."
“This is just a cutting…he likes collecting articles…like this. Wonder why though he highlighted all this stuff…” Aamir could see that Anusha was a bit shaken.“I also found a blown-up picture of LTTE chief Prabhakaran with the words “My Favourite Terrorist.” scrawled on it. If that isn’t cause for concern then tell me what is?”
“Should I tell someone?”
Aamir shook his head. “What’s the point? For all you know we could just be overreacting… then again I think you should tell your Grandfather. He might be able to sort of help Aditya deal with this hatred. He was in the Army after all.”
Anusha agreed. “Aditya is after all a History student and to tell you the truth he is actually incapable of hurting a fly…I think.”
*****
“Three bombs went off simultaneously in and around the majestic mosque that lies on Seville Road, last evening. The right wing was blown off killing at least fifteen persons in the surrounding area. Twelve died within the mosque and twenty five were injured. Police Commissioner Rajeev Desai said…”
Aamir threw the newspaper down and his first thought was to reach Anusha’s house.
To his surprise as he neared her house, he saw all police cars leaving the area, the sirens blazing. Quickening his step, with a beating heart, he opened the gate and went in. The Colonel was standing in the doorway and he looked so frightfully furious that Aamir shrank back. He fixed Aamir with a hostile eye.
“Umm…Uncle is…Anu…”
“Keep away from my girl or you wait and see…she’s not here…get out!”
Just then, Anusha came running up and taking her grandfather by the hand she led him into the house and saying soothingly, “Thathaji, appa is asking for you.”
Aamir waited until she came back and she took his hand and led him into the garden.
“The police were just here. They took away Aditya,” she said in a low voice.
“What!?”
“Amma has gone into hysterics. Appa is just lying there like as though he had expected it all along. Thatha…don’t ask…I thought he was going to shoot every one of those officers… He kept saying we were a pious god-fearing Brahmin family and how dare they arrest the grandson of an army Colonel,” she looked at Aamir with red-rimmed eyes.
“I kept telling them they had no proof, whatsoever, they seemed to think that those rubbishy things of his which we read were proof enough. On top of everything else, they found his Swiss army knife collection and Thatha’s treasured rifles. After that, there was no stopping them. They told us they will keep Aditya in custody until they get some answers. I don’t know what to do.” She started sobbing. Aamir hugged her and stroked her hair. “Hey, it’s all right, everything’s going to be all right. They’ll know it isn’t him. It’s just a huge misunderstanding.”
She looked at him. “Aamir, he was out last night and nobody can vouch for him.”
*****
There was a smile of satisfaction on Aditya’s face as he thought about the bombing, in his lonely cell. Yet he felt only a little bit glad. He wanted more violence. He wondered what his mother was doing, probably doing some puja for his release. He doubted it would be of any use. His Thathaji had overreacted as usual, yet he had not missed the doubt and the look of disgust that had creeped into his Thatha’s eyes…and Anu…she must be partying as usual…nothing will come in her way…unless she wanted it to. He hated her and that Aamir… What hurt him most was the look in his father’s eyes…who would look after him now…There were tears in Aditya’s eyes.
*****
He hid behind the bush and waited for the night policeman to continue his beat, when suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder.
They found a map of the General Hospital on the man with details of where the bombs were to be set off. Grimly, they sat the man in a chair and the interrogation began.
*****
“Aamir, those stupid policemen released Aditya, I told you he was innocent.” Anusha’s excited voice came on the telephone.
“Hey, that’s great…”
“And you know what...hey! wait a minute, someone’s at the door…”Aamir heard the doorbell ring again and waited patiently for Anusha to return.
The silence was broken by a scream.
“Anu…Anu!!! Hello!! Hello!” Aamir hung up and dashed out.
*****
As Aamir neared Anusha’s home, it was déjà vu all over again.
He could hear someone wailing and sobbing. There was a huge crowd gathered outside. Pushing his way through, he came at last to the door. Hesitating outside for just a moment, he reached out to open the door when it was flung open by a policeman. Aamir was pushed and he fell back.
No one had eyes for him. They were all watching the policemen leading the person away.
“No…no,” an involuntary moan escaped him.
Anusha’s raven black hair hid her face as she walked. It wasn’t a defeated step. She held her head high. She didn’t see him. Aamir turned back to see her mother lying on the steps in a faint. Never before had he seen a family so broken up. Anusha’s father was leaning on his son and gazing after her with such a desperate look that tore at Aamir’s heart. Nandakumar Chakravarthy was still in shock. He kept staring ahead.
Aamir caught snatches of conversation around him.
“They have finally caught the ringleader of this whole operation. She was going to bomb the hospital next…where they have taken the injured from the mosque bomb blast. What a cruel and hard-hearted woman she must be.”
“Her brother was taken away at first. Seems they took the wrong sibling.”
“I heard one of her group gave them all away. However two or three escaped.”
It was a long walk for Anusha from her house to the jeep that would lead her to her fate. Before she got in, she turned around to have one last look of her home, her eyes passed over her family standing outside.
Her brown searching eyes met Aamir’s eyes finally, before he never saw her again.
******
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Nice .....hmmm im guessing Sydney Sheldon and that 'a wednesday' movie were ur inspiration.
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