the edges of a Rubik’s cube (2/4)

“The hell do you think of?  These files should represent prestige, not our weakness.”Mr. Ashok warned Sanjay, not to repeat it.

As Sanjay walked through the boss office, he saw Rastogi flirting with Kiara in her office.

Sanjay knows that it would be useless to inform boss because he already knows it.

“Are you alright?” A familiar voice consulted Sanjay.

“No, my boss just insulted me. And what is with that guy? He is just a junior and now, he will be the owner of this damn company after their marriage.” replied to Diya, regarding Rastogi.

“You’re jealous, brother” she replied to her twin brother.

On such a fruitful day for an evil plan to begin,

“Come on, It’s your day. Cheer up, man “Sanjay forced Rastogi on to take a glass of wine, who thereby tempted his promise to Kiara not to get drunk. On the eve of his engagement with Kiara, Rastogi drank till it felt no sense of alcohol having it on his tongue.

Experiencing the worst hangover, Rastogi woke up at the bright of a day. With all his efforts, he could see a butterfly resting beside him on the bed. A Flicker sensation sparked in wings, as he smoothened it with his fingers.

It’s alive but …

Something is wrong.. he thought.

After recovering from drowsiness, he saw it. It isn’t a butterfly that he thought of. It’s a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of a blonde-haired woman.

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” Diya screamed grabbing the blanket around her naked body.

Rastogi can’t even get hold of his breath.

What have I done? How the fuck did I end up on her bed.

“Look, I am sorry. I don’t know how this ….” his voice was interrupted by her screams.

“Get the fuck out of here”

“I am sorry.”



“You look nervous,” Kiara asked, adjusting her wedding gown.

“It’s the first thing happening in my life. So, I am “replied Rishaan, thinking about every possible outcome of the worst situation that may happen. Neither Sanjay nor Diya appeared for the wedding. Finally, wedding ended with the blessings of which Rastogi thought would be useless. He can neither stop the marriage nor overcome the guilt he had committed. He can’t undo what had happened, and so he planned to go with it. Kiara planned to go to an island near Goa. They were escorted in a Mercedes to the airport.

“Hi, how are you? You didn’t attend?”  Kiara asked almost instantly to her co-passenger.

As Rishaan was busy with the comfortabilities of the flight, a voice which is the source of the unforgettable-scream skipped his heartbeat. He knows exactly who she is.

“Hey, I am fine. Sorry for the absence. I got a very urgent work to do “Diya replied.

Kiara looked at Rishaan as if expecting a surprise from him at seeing Diya beside them. Not to get suspicious, he obeyed.

When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rastogi felt uncanny…his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher. He didn’t know whether to reveal it to Kiara or to console Diya. Anything at this moment may lead to the disaster. Diya vanished in the airport without saying a word. From Goa, Rastogi purchased tickets to reach the island. The ship looked deserted.

“Are you alright? You seem tired. “Kiara asked.

“I am fine. Just a little sea sickness “he kissed her.

She says, “I will get something to drink”

As the cold breeze touches his skin, while the remorse feeling still on the face kept thinking about the past, a sudden force applied on made him fell into the water.

Rastogi felt that only half the newton of applied force required for the push. Other half tells Rastogi about the desire to kill him.  He swims hard to the brink of survival. He saw three people on the ship.

They aren’t moving…

Kiara, Diya, Sanjay …

He felt that the moist eyes of Kiara are not her tears but the reflection of his in her eyes. There isn’t any love left in her. He ain’t got time to think about it. Water rushed into his body, as he was unable to be on the water surface. He felt the pressure of water building upon him. He once read that a healthy human can stay under water for two minutes.

120 seconds. A terrible countdown for one’s life.



Thank you for reading…

To read next quarter, click the edges of a Rubik’s cube (3/4).

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