Vijay was never a fast driver, but today was different. That old Maruti screeched and splashed across the watery streets. It didn’t normally rain that much in his city, but nothing had been normal about this time. The streetlights whizzed passed him, as the fortunately empty streets made way for his car. He wanted to call the hospital and ask them to start the operation, but he couldn’t, he cursed himself for not having one of those fancy mobiles everyone else was buying. Continue reading
He rocked the heavy gates back, making them screech terribly in that infernal downpour. His decision to rob Jagdish had been made in the day, when his accountant had casually mentioned sympathizing with him that he had recently withdrawn almost 3 lakh in cash an evening before. Vijay hoped Jagdish still had the cash in his home. Continue reading
His footsteps on that watery road made a deafening sound to him, ever since that day, all sounds did. He walked slowly, letting himself drench in rain, thinking about how it had all gone wrong. There had to 5 successive operations to save Aarti. 2 of them had been administered rather effectively. They had also however, left him with just about par. The next 3 were highly expensive, and also had to be executed at short spaces, leaving him no time at all to earn any more. Continue reading
It seemed as if the rain would never stop, as if crying for Vijay. He had told himself, this was the only way almost a thousand times, but those feelings of self doubt were still there. As he sat in his car looking through its windshield at ‘Jagdish Manor’. “Had it really come to this?”, he thought. If there was just some more time, he would have found a way. It didn’t matter now, there was not time to sit and think anymore. He rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and prayed for Aarti. He clenched and relaxed his grip a few times, before running them over the old hand gun that lay on the seat next to him. The steel was cold, just like he had to be.
As the rain drops first touched his face, and made him feel alive; his mind raced back to the time when it all started. He was seated in a leather chair, tapping on the mahogany desk, listening to a flute in his humble but impressive office. The track had just ended when the phone rang, he picked it up. He expected the call to be from his dealers, only it wasn’t. It was from the hospital, his sister Aarti had been in an accident. It was serious, he was needed urgently, and he had ran. Continue reading