I’m Dead- the Saga of a Dark Angel

She looked out of the window of Techno India College, foiled by the audacity of Rahul. It’s the 31th time that she called him since last night. But each of her calls had gone unanswered. 

Why the hell he is not picking up the calls? Why does he carry the mobile if he had to put it in silent mode all the time? She wrinkled her nose in annoyance n let a long sigh of frustration.

A Broken Angel

Riya has never really been those typical girl friends with be-my- puppy attitude towards Rahul, neither had she ever been bothered about those girls roaming around her boyfriend. Few texts and couple of calls are enough for her to call it a day as she believed in giving space in her relationship. 

But it’s been almost 30 long hours that Rahul had spoken to her. Just before going to the prom-night party, Rahul called her for couple of minutes n that was the last time Riya heard his voice...

“Maybe he was drunken n then passed out in the morning?? But then, Rahul never drinks or even interested in such activities.” She wonders being immersed in her thoughts as she flaunted her phone obliviously.

“Hey your phone is ringing …” an affable voice echoed from behind interrupting her ambiguous thoughts.

“Awehh…!! Its Pratik... Rahul’s bestie …” she almost screamed as she noticed the number on the screen.

“Heiii… what’s up Pratik?” riya asked as she tried to gather her thoughts.

“Hmmm… can you please come to Apollo Nursing Home, ASAP? “

“WH...Why!!... Is everything alright? Please tell me what happened?”

“Please come quick...” Pratik replied with a cold voice.

“What’s the matter… tell me now!!” she shrieked with frustration.

“Rahul met with an accident last night. A huge truck had distorted his car brutally around 2am in the mid night on the Delhi high way” he retorted. 

“ Nooooooo…… this can’t happen, maybe u both have planned some pranks for me so that he can get an apology for kept me waiting since last night, but let him know that this time I ain't gonna be trapped in any of his tricks” she replied assumingly.

“This is not a prank for god sake, he…. he is no more” he almost shouted out of aggravation.

The penetration impact of that scream was so intense that it almost pierced her consciousness and scattered her thoughts, soon the mobile slipped out of her hands hitting the floor.

She grew numb; she felt weak n made her way to sit on the floor. For her, the moment seemed to pause, all the disturbances around her suddenly came to seizure n the life has ceased to exit......

The effect of that sound was sufficient, for others to notice her, as if she is okay. But soon seeing her restless her friends accumulated around her, so as to know.

All of them were suspicious, about the situation, but she was unable to revert with a reply. But when finally her friends shake her to reality, she stood up instantly unable to compose her.

The class teacher Mr. Singha came after noticing so much gathering around her, after all, she was the favorite to many teachers.

“What happened, Riya?” sir enquired.

“I... I gotta rush…….” This was all she was able to come up with, at that point.

 

TO BE CONTINUED …… :)  

“ Humse pucho kya hota hai, pal pal bitana,

Bahut mushkil hota hai, dil ko samjana,

Yaar zindagi toh beet jayegi,

Bus mushkil hota hai kuch logo ko bhul pana…  “