Chor
Police.
Letting Go 8
A lone shadow slid across the landscape in the
opposite direction of most incoming traffic, gliding out of the darkness as it
sped towards the setting sun trying to catch it before it disappeared
completely into the horizon ahead.
"Sometimes
I wonder, what if we had been in the same bus?...we could have played chor
police as kids..." the
sound of her laughter had been like a soothing melody to his troubled mind, "You
know its funny..." she
had paused thoughtfully before an iridescent smile had lit up her eyes making
them glow like the brightest stars in the night sky,"we
played chor police even after growing up..." her eyes with all that fire had
lit up his world but she was far from done, "I ran away ... but you brought me back
every single time..." there
was that laugher again, distracting him "
And then, finally the chor came back to the police by herself!...why was I
running away from you?" she
had questioned herself,"When I had to come
to you... bhagya!" She had found the answer.
" Then
Why... Kyun Paro?" Rudra
spoke into the winds, "What have you done?"He could not
understand, it made no sense.
"I think
you are cursed..." Mohini's
words of earlier came back as the fitting answer, Rudra gritted his teeth and
involuntarily his hands revved up the engine in reaction, "Rudra
dev, why are you sulking in your room like a little girl, go after her like a
man and bring her back"
"Why
should I?" Rudra
pushed the punching bag away, "She left out of her
own choice!"
"You must
have said something..." his
father had argued much to his annoyance,"That
girl is crazy about you... why would she go?" how did she get him on his side so
quickly! Rudra
was annoyed that everyone was still siding with her and actually defending her
after her stupid stunt! He had not asked her to leave.
"Abb kya
faaiida ... by now she must have gone out of Chandangarh, all the busses leave
before three" Mohini's unwelcome words
from outside the window had triggered his first real panic, She
was really gone, Paro was missing!!
"Bewakoof
ladki" Rudra
sped as fast as his bike could go, he needed to catch-up with that bus before
it got to Birpur, his mind kept conjuring images of all sorts of horrific
scenarios Paro would find herself in - no he had to find her before she got
herself in another trouble - trouble was her middle name!
"Like
father like son..." had
been Mohini's last words before Danveer had literally dragged her away
disgusted with the insensitivity of this woman who was his wife of thirty years
and the mother of his children, "Go after her son, there has to be more -
Paro would not leave otherwise" the
wise uncle had pleaded with his eyes, urging Rudra to go out and find Paro
instead of wasting precious time sitting at home, even as he had literally
dragged Mohini away from Rudra and Dilsher.
The sun looked magnificent even as it dwindled
into the horizon, partially hidden now behind the low hills as it led Rudra out
of town.
"Any news
Aman?" Rudra
lodged his cell phone securely inside the helmet, his eyes focused on the road
ahead, "Sir,
the bus is running late because of a flat tyre so it has not made its way to
Birpur yet"
Aman's voice was drowned out momentarily by the loud
chime of a temple bell, forcing Rudra to slow down and turn his head towards
the source of his distraction; a small temple at a far away distance, stood
alone as if it had always been there, hidden in the shadows of the hills. Not
now though, surrounded by this vast emptiness, the sound of the bells seemed to
bounce off the surrounding hills magnifying greatly, "Keep
me updated Aman and get a personnel stationed at the bus-stop"
When he finally turned back towards the road, Rudra
saw a stooping figure as it ambled on the road, veering dangerously close to
the center with each trembling step. Rudra's bike was still a good fifty meters
away so he had time to slow down before it was late. But as he got closer, the
man swayed more and stooped dangerously low, his feet adorning a simple sandal,
looked far too inadequate to deal with the harsh climate as the dry skin on his
feet indicated - his body was not accustomed to the heat of the land, Rudra
pressed the bike horn but the old man refused to budge. Instead he stopped and
slowly sank to the floor in a heap of a helpless mass, giving up entirely, as
Rudra watched in horror.
"Perfect!" he cursed, he
couldn't walk away now but time was not in his side, and there was so much to
lose, Rudra was in a fix.
That evasion
was just as obvious as his lies, clearly her husband was a bad liar.Paro
was elated though with the revelation that he wanted her next to him and was
willing to lie so badly - so blatantly at that! So ignoring the voice inside her that warned her
of the consequences, Paro had allowed herself that tiny allowance and had
played along with Rudra's lies. Surely Bholenath wouldn't mind because
nothing felt as right as it did when she slept in her husband's arms -something so right couldn't possibly be wrong?
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