Ananya clad in a burka just to avoid acquaintances, turned right onto the narrow Barauni lane, she read the piece of paper from under her veil, Room no 113, Kisbar makaan, Barauni road, Bihar 851116 it read. She was in the right lane as she paced to find the said building.
“Bhaijaan….Bhaijaan” she hushed knocking the door.
“ji, aayiye.” Abdul said opening the door.
“Is it ready?” enquired Ananya.
“How many?” questioned Abdul.
“Two.” confirmed Ananya.
“Ok.” Abdul walked to the other room where the karigars (workers) were seated engrossed working. Ananya sat on a rolled cotton mattresses looking nervously around the dusty dingy room. She kept shaking her legs making her restlessness evident. Abdul returned in 5 minutes. She got up but again sat down after Abdul gestured her to do so.
“These are the best handmade pistols in India. Munger made pistol come with a guarantee of never giving up on the owner. “ he said with utmost pride assembling the pistols.
“One magazine is free with each piece. Hope you know how to operate it? Do you want it for yourself? Why two?” He looked at her handing one of them on her hand.
“No…no I don’t.” As Ananya held it with trembling hands.
Adbul demoed it to her without firing a shot. Ananya tried it on another the same way. He wrapped both in a piece of cloth and gave it to her.”
“I am giving this to you as you are Nisreen’s friend. Handle with care, it’s no joke.” He warned her.
Ananya kept the wrapped pieces in her bag that hung from her shoulder. “ji bhaijaan.” She responded handing over the bundle of notes to Abdul. “It’s as agreed 30 for 2.”
“Where did you arrange this Ananya?” he questioned again.
Ananya just turned and walked silently, she would never tell anyone that she robbed her own house of the money kept for her marriage.
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“True lovers we are.” Anupam said in a confident tone kissing Ananya’s forehead. He scanned the surroundings swiftly not a soul except for the maize crop that swayed with the wind.
“My parents will never agree or understand our true love. They have never understood me in the past 16 years.” Ananya said handing over the cloth wrapped pistol.
“I know, I know. My family is my father and where has he understood me in past 23 years, I never tried convincing him for any girl I had an affair with earlier, I love you truly and tried telling him and what did I get a slap in return. No one can understand us Ananya, no one. Have you not heard of all the true love stories, the give up on their lives for oneness.” Spoke Anupam boastfully.
“My ma loves me a lot; I don’t know what will happen of her. My father, I am the only child. I am scared Anupam, are we doing right?” Ananya was scared and sceptical.
“I always knew your love was not true. True lovers never question, they just sacrifice. They don’t chicken out like you. What will you love when you can’t do this much. You are ordinary just like others. ” Exclaimed Anupam angrily.
“No, please don’t be upset. I know this is the only way to be together. I have faith. I will do anything for our union, our oneness.” She said picking up the pistol.
“Okay.” Anupam picked the pistol too.
“Now listen to me carefully. I will count 3….2….and at the count of 1, we both say I love you and shoot. Here…” he said pointing at his heart. They both stood up, he smooched her deep before pushing her a foot apart pointing the pistol at her. Ananya tried to hold the pistol straight with unsteady hands.
“3….” Anupam said aloud.
“2….” He continued.
“1…..”
“I love….” Ananya whispered with a choked voice tears rolling down her face.
A gun shot disturbed all the birds as they scattered in the evening sky chirping loud. One body fell on the ground with a bullet hit in the head. Anupam walked towards her, shook the body with his foot. He pulled her dupatta and placed it on her head. He walked away smiling without remorse screaming “I love you Ananya, I love you…..Love…hahah…my foot.” His phone rang, the name flashed Nisreen.
This post is my written variation to the song I am addicted to these days. Watch it and join the addiction, do not miss the video.
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What a sad end to a going to be sad end!!! I was expecting a twist and bang on I got a nice twist….nice story
Thanks Anita.
Hmm, though I understood the plot before I reach to the last paragraph, but to be very honest, I did not liked it. Why she? There should be twist in the tale, not the straight stories of betrayal.
But Anyways you know how to write suspense stories. I liked the way you write.
Oh, you didn’t like it? May be you are connecting it to the character Ananya whom you have come to know through my stories. So you probably didn’t like Ananya dying.
Sorry dear not able to watch the video right now. But I must say about the detailed research on Munger, Bihar. Hmm… BTW Munger is famous worldwide for its Yoga School. 😛
Thank you Ravish, Yes a bit of research there, oh Yoga school that’s awesome. BTW I changed the name of the female character to avoid confusion.
That was some love! Loved your story! love the fact that you always leave something to the readers’ imagination. It will be with me for some time!
Thank you Datta, am happy you ponder over the story after reading it 🙂 And am really happy you loved it.
Phew! The climax was a REAL CLIMAX! Gosh.. Gripping story Shweta 🙂
Thanks Vinay, glad you liked it.
It disturbed me. I watched the song too or should I say “listened to”?
I am sorry it disturbed you, that was not my purpose. The video has a story to it and my story was a variation to that.
haha! I wonder what would Anupam do had Ananya asked him that we kill each other for oneness 😉 Nevertheless, good one! At least, she died with true love in her heart without having to see his true love cheat 🙁
Thanks Shashank, this variation could only come from you.
That some twist and it goes with the song. This song has unusual music variations.
Thanks Saru.
Why did he do that…:-O The story hit hard……i liked it..but why did he do that…
Is betrayal never seen in this world in love? He betrayed her, some things are real and bitter.
Shweta, you have really good potential to be a short story writer!
I wonder how people think of leading a happy life with such a perfedious start 🙁
In few instances the song was too good for my taste … thanks 🙂
Thanks Anunoy, Well there are lots like these who live a deceitful life and still be happy. Yes I am addicted to the song too.
Grrrrr… you made me addicted to that song too 🙁
Keep hearing, it’s a good treadmill song….peps you up.
Now out of that….and gladly back to Aerosmith… listen to “Hole in my soul” or “crazy” 😀
Not much into this kinda music, just that I liked the concept and this penned the story!
I knew it would be treachery in the end. I was expecting it.
I think I got to predictable or you know me now 🙂 Will try better Indrani.
Sad , Why She.
Loved the narration style -Again
Thanks Rahul, I am getting why Ananya almost from everyone. I think Ananya is perceived and accepted to be very lovable through my writing. Thanks that you liked the narration. I am contemplating change of name for this post
dont change the name !:)
Yet another super story Shweta. Keep them coming!
Thank you Sunaina.
An emotional conundrum woven in an interesting story!
Thank you Uppalji.
That twist … didn’t see that coming … sad but a powerful ending.
Thank you Amrit.
Shweta, I read this post yesterday and as I got to the end of it, my comp. conked. It felt like it got shot. 😀 Not kidding. 🙂
Coming back to your post, who doesn’t like a happy ending but then, not every story has a happy ending.
Hey that was an engaging story. Really. 🙂
Seriously? I cant even call it spooky 🙂 Thank you for finding it engaging.
Sad one. I knew this was gonna happen…
Reminded me of Baazigar movie. he makes her write suicide-note & then she dies as he walks away…
Lovely imagination & narration, soul-sis 🙂
Thank you Soul-sis for your continuous support 🙂
So sad…. I was waiting for a miracle to happen till the end and save her life… 🙁 🙁
Hmm, with great difficulty keeping the emotions aside… Wonderful narration! Read word by word till the end… You are very much talented!
Best wishes dear… TC! Keep smiling 🙂
Painful reality, not all stories have a happy ending Sindhu. Am happy you liked the narration. And thank you for such generous appreciation.
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Glad you liked it 🙂
Great write up .. of course like many others I too knew that Anupam is a worm (eww..)
I agree with Shahsank … it feels good that Ananya died with a pure heart believing in love while he is punished to rot in/with his perverse ways till eternity ….
The video and the voice of the singer IS addictive …
I thought of revenge as a sequel however realized exactly what you said, one can rot in the most with unclear conscience 🙂 David Guetta is superb babe…if you liked this video you will like this one too http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oC-GflRB0y4