The Call- Part Two

For the ones who are yet to read the first part, please go the the following link. I strongly recommend that you do that.



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Isha was never like this. She was made to mould that way. Or perhaps, she decided to get herself, all set the way she was in, right now. No one remembers the enchanting, mesmerizing young lass that she used to be back in her old days. The hallways of the schools that she ran through, still echoes of her voices, the moans of that small pretty girl, in her white shirt and blue skirt, racing up and down the halls. Her scent still lingers in all of those corridors of her college, once through which she used to walk.

She had long black long hair; they looked at their amazing best, when she was right out of her shower. She was fair. She was tall, much taller than an average Indian woman, and that gave her a point, right there. She always wore small earrings. She had a cut, right next to left eye. It applauded her eyes, when she wore that dark mascara of hers. Her eyelashes were long, and huge were her eye balls. She had brown eyes, that look straight right into your eyes. She always used that. She loved to do that. She called that her way of showing her affection. It alarmed others, for none could do it better than her. She had a wide smile, a full yet mocking smile, and if she ever smiled at someone, they felt content and they felt questioned. An apoplexy of its very own kind. Yes, that was the exact feeling that she used to carry around with herself. Undoubtedly she was beautiful, and she was clever and wise. She was the perfect material that a man could have asked for. And so was she asked out by many, save she was in search of someone else. Underneath all of it, she was a masochist. Then she met Anuj, and the viscous turn of events started. Something that burned her through, during its course of time, and consumed him in it, in the very raging love that both of them, were a part of. Utter brutal yet fragile episode of what two mortals can do to one another.

It was a perfectly choreographed coincidence. Two people who had nothing to do with a place, ended up being in each other’s proximity. Anuj was not a brand back then, and he had no money. He was travelling from one city to another, one culture to another, one life from another, searching for the perfection, searching for his muse, searching for his inspiration. He was hired at an antique gallery. He befriended quite a number of people there. James was one of them, who later, would become his man, his soul keeper, his only friend, his brother, his blood.

Anuj decided to stay back, and learn about the city and art, and that’s how Isha happened to him. She was popular, she loved art, and most importantly, because they were destined to! A couple of eye contacts, and quite a bit more of half smiles later, they decided to make the move. They sat there, right on the back, and conversed. A date was in the making. She spoke fluently, swiftly, about herself, about the things that she thought would interest him. She spoke, she spoke without stopping. He heard all of it. He knew she would quench him and drain him off. She knew she’ll be treated as a princess and pulled down the rag. She felt the urge of approval from him, cause he made her feel feminine in a very different way. The things on the other side were not different either. He stammered, he blacked out, he lost the words, and lost the grip on himself. Unnerving, he still looked at her, and tried to cope up with the lady that say beside him. Inside, that little heart of his was speeding, his hands were shivering, and as ruffled his mind was, so was he. And in one of those unforeseen moments, he pulled her hair, and bit her lips, and she scratched his face, and that was their idea of their first kiss. The onlookers stumbled, but they both spun into each other. In that blinding sunlight, it was only their skin that made sense to each other.

He could not bear her around him, and he loved the very fact. The toxin, that made him numb, so numb that he was experiencing all of the passions that he had always wanted to experience, an emotion that had no name, but definitely had an effect. People call it love, later he jotted down it somewhere, I call it verve, I call it living.

***

She had not eaten in a couple of days. She had cuts all over her, each and every one of them self inflicted. She was wearing an off white top, no part of which was covered in white. She had been crying. Curled up in that corner, the dark corner, behind those wraps of her curtainsshe was making a mess out of herself. A mess that she wanted to destroy, a mess that she wanted to be destroyed by others. There are times, when you lose the purpose of your life, and everything and anything gets filled up by vacuum and nothingness, she was being through the same, right now. Only, she was more determined that what she had lost was never to be attained back, or never she wanted it back. A sweet memory to cherish, a nightmare to get rid of, that’s what she thought of him. And hope, there was hope in which she wished that he won’t win her over, and a desire in which she wanted to be all his again.

Isha had locked herself up two days back. She opened the door in despair, and darted for her room. Her face was muddled; those tears had been falling down since ages and they had dried up ages ago. Ash saw this, she ran after Isha. This was not the first time, that she was seeing her friend in the mode. She had reasons to be worried. Past was not pleasant. Yet again, pasts are never pleasant.

“Isha, what happened little girl” Ash asked, trying to sound as convincing and consoling as possible.
“Say something, please”. Still no answer.
“You will speak now, or I will call the cops. And I wont call the cops on you, I will call the cops on him. ”

“No please, ” came in the fragile reply “Leave me alone, just for a bit. I beg of you.”

“What did he do now? What did he do?” Ash had lost her cool long back, the very moment when she saw Isha, walking through their main door in that fashion. This had happened in the past, and she was always sure that this would happen in the future too. But never did she think that there would be such damages, such destruction. She never knew man’s hold over a woman could be this strong. She never knew the same hold would lead a woman to shed all of herself, for the sake of her man. She never knew that life could be this hard. The only thing that she was always sure of was that this was not going to have an end. And she was very sure about the fact, when she had met Anuj for the first time. He didn’t mind giving himself away, because it was not that often that people figured him off, that easily. Who doesn’t like to lose? The necessary amendment, he used to consider it.

*** 

“You are not here. Stop wandering” Isha said. She had her head on his hairy chest. She pleasured from getting to keep her head, right next to his heart. He could never get over the excruciating feeling that she used to gift him, every time that they met. His heart still raced, when he caught the glimpse of her, anywhere in the outside world.

“I don’t know. I have been having change of sentiments. I am no longer sure” he replied, looking at the ceiling. The paint on them had fallen off in the last monsoon!

“Sure about?”

“Us, life, career, idols, sculptures, my hands, my mind, my heart and the ways that it chooses. It’s strange, and it’s agitating. I can’t figure out anything about myself, and it afflicts me”

“Hey baby, don’t say all of it. Stop pondering too much about all of it. I know things have been weird, but there’s a bright road ahead. I am sure, I have been with you. I have felt you, I have slept with you. I know what’s my man made of, and one thing, for sure, is that he’s not a failure.”

“Why do you get too gentle on me Isha?”

“Because, my man here needs to be treated that way” she winced

“And what if he turns out to be someone different, not the one that you thought he would be. A different person! ”

“He is yet to be the person”

“What”

“Nothing, I was just mumbling”

“What the fucking hell did you just say”

“You are over riding yourself, as always. You are pushing your limits” she said

“Don’t force me to, because whenever I do that, you buckle, you just do that. Blaming me for all that has happened to you, and the sacrifices that you have made for my sake.”

“Please Anuj, don’t start the fight. I plead. You do this to me every time. Once, just for once, I wish you don’t leave this place in anger.”

“Dare you throw all of that emotional shit at me. I am better than that, and you bloody well keep away from it. You are scared, cause I punch it in your face, all those things, that you are scared of hearing, all of those things that you are worried to talk about; those skeletons that you have locked up in your closet. I go reckless on you, and you can’t bear that, you cannot take that, and then you go pleading on your knees.”

“Anuj........”

“And now you would start all blabbering about the things that you have did for me, and the things that you plan on doing. Why did you do them ha, because you wanted to do them. None asked you to. It was all of your selfishness, and don’t you fucking charge me with that.”

“What you saying has nothing......”

“it has everything to do with what you have been doing to me since the day that we met. I am out of this place.”

“Yeah, and do what, sleep with those numerous bitches of yours. You are one cold blooded bastard. All of us are just mere puppets for you. You play with them, and you throw them, you leave them, to rot somewhere in the darkness of the past and the realizations of the guilt. You are inhuman in each and every single way known to mankind. You are cannibalized devil, soulless moron. ” she said all of it, in phrases, broken words, sentences, grasping for air, every time that she spoke.

He did not respond. He did not hit back at her. He put on his clothes and started to leave. Isha fell at his feet, and got hold of them, begging him, abjuring him to stay back. He kicked her, but she won’t let go. He dragged her naked body, all through the house. Her thighs got scratched. At the door, he kicked her again with all of his might, and closed the door on her face. She was lying there on the floor, impaired, totally, not knowing what had just happened. She never knew what had hit her. This had occurred in the past. She had gotten hold of this very feeling, precisely this feeling, many a times.

***  

The moment the fresh air filled in his lungs, he felt more happier than before. He was successful in what he had planned. He had done that in the past, and he had done it even now, and still had gotten away with it. He had to do it, and he had well justified reasons for himself, to do that. She was right. He would go to different woman now. He would brutally ravish and relish them, but that was his endowment to her, in the first place. After every crossroad, he knew he would come and stop at her. Devotion, trust, all of it meant nothing to him. All that mattered to him, was the overpowering feeling, that brought him back to her, every time, no matter what happened. The trembling sensations that he had, again and again, each time he saw her, after their brutal separation. He did it all for those moments of unexplainable pleasure; he did it for all those untraceable sensations that his body felt, every time he touched her, after touching other women.

***

(Present Night)

Sitting in that dark alley, he was trying to figure out what his next move should be. Shall I end it, or play more. It was something too dear for him to give up, but on the other side, he knew she had already been through too much of it, and the idea that he had put her through all of the pain had started to take a toll on every cause of his existence. He was required to put an end to this. The ferociousness was too much for her to handle. And it was amidst all of these feelings; he sensed that he could do it one more time, one last time. Once more, he wanted to feel the divine serenity, the zest that Isha had in store for him. And he knew, more than him, she wanted him to be back. And the photographer chick was just another medium. He had texted Isha the very moment Swarna had recognized him. Isha went haywire. Ash called James, James called Anuj, and Anuj made fun of everyone and everything else. While leaving with Swarna, Anuj made a promise in his mind, to Isha. It said.

One time, one last time baby. And then I’ll make everything alright.  

................................................................................................................................. to be concluded