The engine of Chevrolet styleline Deluxe began to roar on a comfort of royalty. They were on the site of a Cherokee. Rastogi can’t console his heart and went on to say,
“Let’s do this”.
After a few minutes of the drive, a thud sound echoed from the tire and car hit the divider of the road.
“Is it the bomb?” Rishaan asked Carl.
“Yes,” Carl said, without any hesitation in his mind.
Rastogi stopped the car and ran towards the Chevrolet. In a disfigured car, he saw three people groaning at the pain.
Kiara looked over to the Rastogi with a little consciousness.
“You…aliv.. “Kiara managed to get words. “Help…Plea”
“You leave me no choice, dear. If either of us have any patience on belief towards love, this wouldn’t have happened. “Rastogi said, as most of his voice is in pain.
Diya stopped to groan and Rastogi knows what happened.
“You motherfucker, I should have choked you to death rather than pushing you off ” Sanjay made his rat cry.
“You didn’t. but I can, “.
Rastogi left the spot as he smelled the petrol sprouting outside the tank. Without turning back, he left away in Cherokee.
This is the story of an old man who told me while we are traveling for a place. A very long journey indeed. I saw the most brutal men than him but something in him was much cruel. I asked him after his narration,
“Love… If either of us has any patience towards the belief in love, that wouldn’t have happened. It can destroy. I could have left her to live but I can’t do that. I loved her in a way that I ought to the only person to show her the otherwise.That’s what I regretted every day for not to be cautious.”
Not many people that I have met confessed. After all, I need to do my job irrespective of their stories. People often used to wonder about me. Wonder about how I could sustain in an evil life. Answer is simple and easy,
“I don’t have a soul to love.”
I am the other side of life…
I could see a screen which is considered to be a Rastogi’s heart-beat. He is in a place where I often used to come.
“ How do you feel to be alive? ”
“Life is an endless space of emotions. Yet it felt to be on the edge. To jump onto edges as a sane conclusion, like a Rubik’s cube…”
Within minutes screen went blank, which is an indication of the end.
Never experiencing the love in my life, it felt to be a sacred thing to earn it. A cautious thing as hatred, caused by love is a lethal weapon that there is no control for.
Thank you for reading…