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The Bastard |
| Written by Nilay Sundarkar | |
| Monday, 25 February 2008 | |
I was always an introvert. I never thought I would have a girl friend. Yet she came into my life like an angel. Smiling down on me, she accepted me as a friend. We were very good friends. I knew I was getting attracted towards her. I knew she was the one. Yet I was afraid of telling her the truth. I was scared of losing her. Then one day out of much courage I wrote her a letter expressing my feelings. She replied back saying she liked me but had someone else on her mind. I asked if that meant a "NO" to me. She said it was neither a "NO" nor a "YES". I was confused and frustrated at this. She told me the dilemma that she was in. That guy - "The Bastard", yes I call him that, was her best friend. They went to high school together. As she told me, he was very protective and caring about her. She eventually fell in his love. And one day she revealed her feelings to him. He said he loved her but could not commit as he knew his mother would never approve of there relationship. They were alone at that moment in his room. A tear went down her face. She hugged him. And they kissed. She felt good with him. She did not care if he was not with her for life. She just wanted to live in the moment. They went on kissing every time they met alone. They were inseparable. The bastard knew that his prey was falling in for the bait. We met when we were on a study program at a location far away from the city where both of us stay. She was secluded from the bastard for few months. Yet she craved for his company every moment she spent in the program with me. We became friends in the classroom. She used to fall asleep when I used to teach her subjects that she did not understand. She used to call me names and tease me with other girls in our study program. We came back to our homes. We used to talk a lot about each other and really liked each others company. Finally I confronted her and told her about my feelings. She told me about the guy in her life. Yeah, that's right, I listened painfully to the girl I loved while she told me how she kissed and smooched the bastard. I listened silently without complaining. Listened to all the minute details she told me about him and how nice he was. I was being killed from inside. Still I was hopeful. I asked her once again. This time she told me that she needs time to think about it. I told her that if she decides to be my girlfriend then she has to accept a condition. The condition was to keep the bastard away from my life. I gave her the liberty to be friends with him or whatever she wanted to be with him. She said that it was impossible. We got into a relationship. But she always defended him. She hurt me many times. I was getting assaulted from within. Still I kept my cool. And I reached the threshold that day. I still remember that day. I found out where the bastard stayed. I went up his apartment and the point we saw each other we knew who the other person is. Yes, this was the first and the last time I was going to see the bastard. She had told all nice things about me to him. He gave me a smile. I smiled back at him. He greeted me with a hello and advanced towards me for a shake hand. My right hand was stuck on the gun in my pocket. A thin line of sweat ran down my face in that coldness of the night. As he came closer I knew I had to do it. After half an hour there were two dead bodies and a muffled up assaulted person in his room. I was always an introvert. I never thought I would kill or hit any one. Yet I did it that day. Yes, I had killed the bastard. I still remember the shock on his face when I shot him in his right leg that day. He was lying there in pain, blood flowing through his trousers to the ground. I remember tying him upside down through the ceiling. He was crying for help. I remember shoving a small iron rod through his ass. The agony on his face was nearly equivalent to what I went through all the days. Blood came flowing down to his face while he hung upside down in the room, not able to withstand the pain. I enjoyed looking at him as he begged for his life. The door bell rang. I knew she was going to meet him that day at 9 ‘o clock. I was stealthily reading his SMS on her cell that day. I knew what they would do that evening. She came in as the door was open. I could hear her scream as she saw him in that condition. As she looked at him I slammed her hard from behind. Before she could realize what was happening, I tore apart all her clothes. I could hear screams of two agonized souls. Yet I was as cold as ice. She was hurt and on her knees. I gave him a look and raped her several times. The pleasure I felt was the sweetest thing I experienced in my life. The taste of avenging your pain is out of this world. All the time when I was assaulting her, I kept on looking at his face. His pain, his agony, was my pleasure. She lay there helpless and was shocked to see me like that. The pain on her face was hurting me. I took the empty beer bottle in the corner and crashed it hard on his head. He died a painful death. She was shouting and crying like a maniac. I went to her and told her that it was over. She pushed me away. Yes I had lost her. I knew that very well. I looked at her. She was looking ghastly. Probably to know, that she loved an insane murderer or may be at the loss of her true love. My hand went to my pocket once again. I do not remember when I pulled out the gun and when did I put it to my head. The last thing I saw was her sobbing face. That was the worst moment of my life. With tears in my eyes, I uttered in a choked voice "I am sorry my Love." I was free. I was always an introvert. I never thought I will ruin three lives one day. Yet I did. And it was because of the BASTARD. The devil in me had killed all of us. Copyright 2008 Nilay Sundarkar |
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