LOVE STORY

                          "A TWIST OF FATE:MY DESTINY"

My name is Carly Owens. I’ve been living on my own since first year college. I used to live with my aunt when I was in middle school and high school. You may be wondering why I’m staying with my aunt instead of staying with my parents. Well, there is a reason behind it. My mother died while giving birth to me so I lived with my father then. It must have been hard for him. I remember a few things about him bringing me to his work everyday because he’s scared that I might burn the house down again if he leaves me alone at home. (You can’t blame me, I was 4 after all and I was just planning to cook for my dad. What’s so wrong with that? Don’t judge me.)

Back to my heart-breaking story now, on my fifth birthday on July 1, 1998, I was at home with my aunt who came a long way to celebrate my birthday. I was really excited for dinner and a few of my friends came to my party. It was past 8 already and my dad’s not home yet, I didn’t want to start my party without my dad but my aunt persuaded me by saying that my friends are starting to get all grumpy, impatient and hungry so being the good and caring friend I am, the party started and after blowing out the candles on my cake, I took a slice and saved it for my dad but while I was on my way to our fridge I hit my toe  with one of the legs of our table and you know how that hurts a lot. The slice of cake fell of my hands and the plate shattered to pieces.

My aunt immediately came to my rescue and cleaned up the mess i made at the same time, she helped me save another slice for my dad. It was past 9 when the party came to an end and my dad’s still not home. I waited for him all night long and even fell asleep on the couch. Around 11pm someone was knocking on our door and i woke up and ran as fast as i could to greet my dad but to my surprise it was a police officer, my aunt let him in and they talked for a while until my aunt fell on the ground crying, i stood there glued on my place, trembling as tears came running down my face. My dad was in an accident and was found dead.

(Enough with the heart-breaking story now and back to the present.) I am now 21 and is now working at a 5-star hotel as a chef but I also own a little cafe where I work on during the weekends and even after my shift at the hotel. I am now living at a penthouse in California that’s just a few meters away from the hotel and cafe. And sad to say I don’t have a boyfriend but I am attracted to this guy that keeps on spending time on my cafe sipping a cup of black coffee while being in deep thought. He is cute, actually that’s just an understatement he is gorgeous. I just found out that his name is Dylan Carter. (Hey just to get it straight, i am not a stalker. It’s not my fault that  the book he brings with him has his name written on it.)

One day, I gathered all my courage and walked my way to him with a steaming cup of black coffee with a slice of blueberry cheesecake. He looked up to me saying that he didn’t order the cake so I sat down in front of him and told him that it’s a gift from me for being a loyal customer to my cafe. And that  moment, he smiled a genuine smile and thanked me. We talked about random stuff while getting to know each other. I admit, he is actually fun to talk to but as the clock strikes 8 we had to part ways but I am really looking forward to meeting him again.

It’s a Sunday afternoon and I’m eagerly waiting for Dylan at the cafe but sadly he’s nowhere to be found. I guess he’s having a day off as well. Everyday after my shift I immediately head to my cafe to wait for him but a week has passed without a sign of him. I felt like I’ve been dumped but we aren’t even dating and we’ve only talked once. (Here I go with my fantasies again).

After my shift at the hotel, I walked my way to the cafe without hurrying since I’ve already stopped expecting. When I got there , I saw him sitting by the window again and i felt so glad so I sat by him again. I noticed that he seems to lost quite some weight for the past week but I brushed it off thinking that he may have been working out. Things between us have been going on smoothly for a few months now. We constantly keep in touch and he’s the first and last person I talk to everyday.

One day, we lost contact again and he’s stopped coming to the cafe. It went on for a week and by the time he showed up, he lost weight again and I’m getting really worried so I asked him while we were talking but he dodged the question and asked me another question instead. I think he’s hiding something from me but who am I to force him?

Things between us has been well until the day that we started being official. We’ve been together for a month now  and I think I’m really starting to fall in love with him. There’s only one problem, the fact that he’s being gone for a week has been happening constantly and he still won’t tell me anything about it so I got really frustrated and went to his house to personally ask him the problem. No one’s at home so I keep on coming back every afternoon after work to check if he’s home.  I’ve never been this frustrated in my life. If he’s tired of being with me and if he’s already found someone else, at least be honest with me and say it straight to my face. I gave up on looking for him thinking that he’ll never come back. It was hard at first but actually it’s still hard to forget him even though 3 months has passed already.

My 22nd birthday is approaching and I decided to visit my parents’ grave and it was a 12 hour drive going to Arizona. After spending time with my parents’, I stayed for a few days at my aunt’s place before heading back. While I was on my way back, I started feeling sleepy until it actually happened. The last thing I remember was the loud siren and people talking rapidly and then I’m out.

After a long sleep, I woke up and got really scared as everything’s so dark and then I heard my aunt’s voice saying that she’s glad that I’m already awake. “Auntie can you please turn the lights on?”, I said. And that was the biggest revelation to me, that I lost my eyesight during the accident. I felt so useless, the people around me are doing all the things that I should be doing. I’m having constant breakdowns and would usually be put to sleep. My aunt’s the only one I have now.

One day, aunt said that I have a visitor and it’s Dylan. I don’t know what to do. All my emotions are mixed up. I’m ashamed, mad, happy, sad and lost. I started crying and yelling at him. I tried to ask him the problem. What he didn’t like about me? What have I done wrong for him to leave me alone without any idea where he is going? And the only thing he said was, ” I love you”. I got so furious with him because how can he say that after leaving me for a long time. If he loves me why can’t he tell me the truth. I got hysterical and threw everything my hands landed on so the nurses came to stop me and calm me down. Dylan left saying that he’s so sorry but I was already put to sleep.

After a few days since the incident, the doctor came to talk to my aunt in private and after talking in private she told me that he has good news for me. My aunt and I have been waiting for a donor and our prayers were answered. The surgery will be in 2 days and I’m really hoping to get at least the donor’s name to thank them for choosing me and for giving me the chance to see again.

On the day of the surgery, i felt so scared. What if things suddenly go wrong during the surgery? What if it doesn’t work out? And I think the nurses noticed it and reassured me that everything will get better soon. I was not able to talk to the surgeon as the anesthesia has put me to sleep already. After the surgery, I waited for a few days before the bandage was removed and to know if the surgery went well. My aunt held my hands to keep them from trembling. The doctor silently started to remove my bandage and told me to slowly open my eyes. As I started to open them, i see tons of people around me but i can’t clearly see their faces yet since my eyes are still adjusting to the light so i blinked a few times. I can’t help but cry when i started seeing all things around me and my aunt’s crying face. I looked up to thank the doctor but he’s already left.  Later, that day a bouquet of blue roses came with a letter and it came from Dylan.

“Dear Carly,

I really am sorry for keeping things away from you. I never thought I’d be able to smile until the day I’d met you. You brought light in my dark life and changed my views about the world. I am so happy that you’re able to see again. I hope you can forgive me and if I could turn back time, I’d be completely honest to you. I hope it’s not too late but I just want you to know that I love you.

Dylan”

After reading this, I immediately rushed to the nurses station and asked who the donor is. I was shocked to hear who it is. I can’t believe it. I tried to walk back to my room but my feet just gave away and I started crying so hard. I’m blaming myself for being so insensitive and for jumping into conclusions when all this time he’s done nothing wrong against me and the he’s sacrificed a lot for me. After getting discharged from the hospital, I immediately went to the cemetery to see him.  After seeing him, I ran to him and cried my heart out. I dropped to the ground and kept on banging it saying that I’m so sorry for being so insensitive and naive. It seems like the sky felt my sorrow and the rain poured so hard on us.

Dylan pulled me back on my feet and told me that he’s sorry and thankful. I hugged him for a long time and then looked at the grave of his sister who just died  and who decided to give me her eyes. I am really grateful to her for clearing all the doubts I had of her brother. I also found out that Dylan was my surgeon and that all the times that he was gone was that he was by his sister’s side taking care of her. She personally decided to be my donor after hearing what has happened to me from Dylan.

I think life has played me so well but I’m still thankful to the Mighty One for giving me all of this blessings. It certainly is a twist of fate.

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                                                                                          SOURCE BY-PAULINE COMODA

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

SAD LOVE STORY

                             "REMARKABLE LOVE STORY"

“The person who teaches you the meaning of word LOVE will surely be the one who teaches you the meaning of the word PAIN.”

There is a small sad story which has many feelings attached with it.

A 15 yr boy, always used to stare a girl. One day we all got to know that he was in love with her deeply . He was a shy guy whenever or where ever he is used to see her he would have a shine in his eyes .This was visible to everyone AND may be the girl was also aware of it . Next day , he and his friends were playing a game of truth and dare as he got the dare it was to tell the girl all about his feelings. He got nervous and lacked confidence but his feelings were trying to say him that if not today then you can’t express your love tomorrow.

He moved slowly towards her .We could read his mind. He held her hand and said I was in love the first day when I saw you ,your smile ,your attitude,your personality .I always wanted to tell you from the day I saw you but …

the girl interrupted ,”but what..who are you to hold my hand ..you are no one in this crowd..this is the first time I am seeing you..I never bothered  to see you” and she went.

The boy cried and made her stop ..but she didn’t …she went leaving him in the pain..but the boy never stopped LOVING her.

The girl didn’t met him after that. The boy always used to wait for her. But a month later he gets to know that she was suffering from blood cancer.The boy could not stop himself and ran to meet her.

She was lying on the bed. No one was allowed inside the room. He was looking at her through the glass window.The next moment ,doctor was out to inform that the girl wants to meet him. he went in, sniffed his tears. She politely held his hand and said I love more than you do..I too have noticed you seeing me,u might be no one to anyone but you are my whole world. The boy was confused and couldn’t understand what was going on. She tells him about her disease because of which she always feared to loose him. She thought at the moment if he gets to know about it he will leave her and this pain she won’t be able to bare..

After a month she dies ..The boy went every day to meet her he was with her till the last breath and still LOVES her ..
The girl Passed Away leaving him alone but her memories are still alive with him ..She gave him the pain of living the life.. and this pain is still in his heart but their love is more stronger which has given a hope to live his life ..and now he is one of the TOPEST INDUSTRIAL TYCOON ..

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                                                                                          SOURCE BY-RACHANA SHETTY

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

SOCIAL STORY

              "IS THERE ANY END TO THIS CORRUPTION"

The sudden rains changed the weather. In a scorching heat, one can only expect to find solace under a tree shade, or if the weather turns cloudy. But, it is a great relief to experience thundering, cooling and refreshing rain. Prutha was so much tired walking in sun, and she heaved a sigh of relief after the rain drops splashed on her sweaty face.

Prutha Sharma is an innocent and pretty girl. If you see her, at first glance she looks like girl next door, very down to earth and always smiling. She was the only kid to her parents. Prutha’s father, Shivam, was a clerk and her mother, Uma, was a house-wife. Shivamji was a god-fearing person, and never believed in taking bribe. Shivamji, though was a clerk, but he was a respectable man, well-known for his clean image. He had been offered a lot of money during his work span, but he was against corruption. Even though the Sharmas have a less income, they always looks happy and content. All of a sudden, one fine day Shivamji got a severe heart-attack and death didn’t even permit him any time to get a medical aid.

A happy family got scattered in seconds. A happy-go-lucky Prutha became a silent and lifeless object. She had just completed her 12th standard examination, and was waiting for the entrance exam results. Umaji, Prutha’s mother, was in a much bad state. She was continuously mourning for loosing her husband and on other hand she was very much fearful about her teen aged daughter’s future. Being just two ladies in this  civilized yet hiddeously barbaric work, she was worried how to protect her dear Prutha. Living in 21st century, still a lady must have a gentleman with her to protect her from all worldly evil.

Shivamji’s sudden demise was just a beginning of the family’s atrocity. Umaji being a housewife, had never been out of home much. Thus, all the work has to be looked by Prutha. Just a few months back, Prutha was weaving a dream to join a good college, but here she has to manage the house hold essentials and face the not-so-good government officials. Shivamji was a wise man and had insured some money for his family, but to get that, it was must to produce his death certificate. After completing all the 15 days ritual, the distant family members advised Prutha to be brave and take care of her mother. Though emotional, Prutha understood the need of hour and started thinking practically. She was unaware of the government office proceedings, still she started going to different offfices to seek her father’s death certificate. For initial few days, she returned empty hand.

Later, when she asked one of her neighbors, he told that the officials are just delaying the work to get the bribe. Prutha was a daughter of a disciplined man and her upbringing does not allow her to give bribe. She does not want to surrender herself before this corruption. From days to weeks and them months turn down. Even after following up on this matter, she did not able to get the death certificate of her beloved father. Just for the sake of some money, these corrupt officers harass the distressed people and increase their stress and tensions.

Due to not producing the death certificate in the office or in the bank, Umaji and Prutha cannot have access to the money they own. Sometimes, the rules seems to be so much troubling and useless. It was not just the case that Prutha was harassed for bribe. Being a young, charming and beautiful girl, the officials tried to get closer to her in inappropriate way. She does not have to hear just sarcastic comments for giving bribe, but there was used to such indecent language before her. Each day, she has to face mental, physical and emotional turmoil.

At home also, Prutha was worried with her mother’s depreciating health and financial pressure. At such a harsh time, all her relatives have turn their back and closed their doors for Prutha and her mother. Prutha’s education was not enough to give her any job. Wherever she went to ask for help, people looked at her with an opportunity to come closer and make illicit relations with her. She was completely breakdown with all the things happening around her.

Finally, she decided to be the prey of the government official who will be giving her the death certificate of her father. She felt disgusting to be with such a man. Moreover, she was having a great guilt of offering herself as a bribe. A daughter of an honest man had fallen prey to cobweb of corruption. The lusty man attacked her like a hungry animal. Soon after, he gave her the death certificate, and in a very indecent way said, “Ye aahe ghante ke kaam ke liye tune khaali fokat 3 mahine office ke  chakkar lagaye.”.

With anger and tears in her eyes, Prutha gave him a bad look, composed herself and left for home. Outside the scorching heat was piercing her like thorns. Eventually, the weather turn cloudy and the rain of relief showered on her. Prutha could not hold her tears and burst walking in rains. No one was able to notice her tears in raindrops. Poor Prutha was asking herself, is there any end to this corruption that took her self-esteem from her.

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                                                                                                        SOURCE BY-VAISHNAVI

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

STORY ON FEMALE FOETICIDE

                                    "ANGEL,YOU ARE FIRED!!!"

Name: Angel
Date of Birth: God only knows
Objective: Do what God orders, spread love
Past Experience: Escorting souls
Working Since: God only knows
Achievements: God only knows

…but today I am fired!!!

I escorted a soul five months back to a remote village of India. Soul was bit tensed when we started. She did not want to leave God. However when God told that she would be given a new angel, the most caring one, called “Mother”, the soul agreed to come with me. On the way she asked me more about mother. I told her my uncountable observations about mother,

“If you are with mother, you need not to worry for anything. She will protect you more than anyone else can do, she will teach you to become a nicer soul, she will show the most beautiful creation of God — “The World”, she will bless you the most potent weapon in this universe — “The Love”, and she will even train you to pray God and to become angel.”

“But I shall miss you… you have been my favourite angel” soul said good bye to me when I dropped her in her mother’s womb.

“Very soon you would be shaped up a cute baby.” I told her while leaving her in her new haven. “You would be so happy that you would never wish to come again” but she could not listen to me as she already became embryo.

I must confess that I was bit biased in my decision. She was one of the loveliest souls. I wanted to give her the best and I chose India for her. I was impressed by success of women in India – Gargi, Lakshmi Bai, Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu (Mother Teresa), Indira Gandhi, Savitribai Phule, Gangubai Hangal, Lata Mangeshkar… endless list. I prayed God to let my favourite soul to become one of these women to let World feel proud of her.

Yesterday she remembered me not as a human but as a soul. I reached to escort her. She did not want to come back. She was happy with her mother. She was sad even after seeing me. But I could not go against God’s rule. I had to obey my duty. We together started towards our original destination – to the God. On the way she told her story…

Angel, when you left me I had no feeling but after six weeks I started feeling the power of love. Every now and then my mother started caressing me — the most wonderful feeling, same we feel as when God touches us. I had a big family. Everyone in family was happy. My Father used to talk to me – coming very close to my mother’s stomach trying to feel my existence. I loved him too. My grandparents were happy too. My grandma even told me many stories and songs. She used to say to everyone,

“Prince is coming to the family after thirty years”. 

Everything was so wonderful…

Every now and then my mother started visiting to Hospital. Doctor used to press my mother stomach very hard. It was painful to my mother also. Moreover the doctor never called me baby or prince or darling as my family used to do. For her I became foetus. Somehow I did not like that place. But when I heard someone saying that doctors are next to the God, I started liking. I also felt few angels there.

Everything was going well. I liked my name, “Prince”. One day my father along with my grandma took me to city. It was very crowded. We entered in a small nursing home. After sometime I could feel strange waves hitting me. It was not painful. I did not feel pain even when doctor told, “It’s a baby girl”

My mother still loved me. She changed my name to Princess. I liked that name also. But since that day none else in my family spoke to me. There was tension in house. The quality of food given to my mother was degrading… every day. She used to get tired now but never let me be hungry… I knew she was feeding me her blood. Once she consumed a liquid – I guessed some medicine for me –my dear father bought from city. She did not like the taste but she took it… just for me. I remembered long back when my mother was not able to take medicine with similar taste, my father told her,

“You must take it… it is for our Prince… He will be born healthier…”

I really loved my father. How much he cared for me. Even that day he went all the way to city in hot summer to bring that medicine for his Princess. God told that Mother is most caring angel but I found my father not any less.

After consuming the liquid, my mother felt tremendous pain in her abdomen. It was sucking her life out. The warmth and comfortable liquid of the womb started boiling. I was bit confused. I remembered there was still four more months to leave the womb. Or it might be that my family wanted to see me sooner. I tried bearing the pain in great anticipation – I wanted to see face of my most caring mother, my loveable father, my storyteller grandma, my serious never talking grandpa, my sweet little three sisters… I wanted to be born as a cute baby… I wanted to see the World… you and God had also told me that… But it became unbearable for my mother. She tried hard not to hurt me. She tried to stop riverlet of blood coming out of her… it was me… even in extreme pain she cried for me and persuaded last time to my family,

“please take me to doctor… she can still be saved…”

None moved…

We reached to our destination. But the Almighty noticed my wet eyes, “Angels are not supposed to feel earthly emotions. You are changed. You must get what you like…”

…and the angel changed into a new female embryo.

[If this angel is saved and allowed to be born in India, I shall feel the purpose of this story is met]
[Short Story on Female Foeticide – Angel, You Are Fired!!!]

                                                                                                         SOURCE BY-DIE HEXE

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

SOCIAL STORY

                   "EFFECT OF DOWRY SYSTEM"

[This is the story based on dowry system, I hope after reading this story those people who still follow dowry system will understand the bad affect of dowry system.]

I want to make my career as a doctor. I am not getting married, after completing graduation I have to complete my MBBS course, it take more than 2-3 years afterwards I think about marriage. But now I don’t want to marry. It is the thinking of a 21 years young girl name alka but nobody knows what happens in their future accept god. Same alka see her future as a doctor but her dream to become a doctor will never become true because her parents decided about the marriage of alka in very rich family.

Alka refuge to get marry but her parents forced her and locked her in a room and told her that before your marriage you are not allowed to come out from this room. If you try to escape you will see dead face of your parents. Alka love her parents very much so she also decides to get married.

The bride groom’s parent want dowry from alka’s parents. The bridegroom’s parents told alka’s parent that they want RS. 50 lacks cash, one car etc. Alka’s parent say ok we will fulfill your demand. Alka’s parents are not very rich so they sold their house on only RS 10 lacks and they also purchase one car . But they have to collect RS 40 lacks for that they sold their other expensive thing  like jewelry ,tv etc. But after selling this thing also they collect only RS 30 lacks .

Time passed and day of marriage come, on the day of marriage when alka’s parents give the cash money to bridegroom’s parents then bridegroom’s parents say what is this it is only RS 40lacks where is other RS 10 lacks .then alka’s parent say we are sorry we are not able to give you this huge amount of RS 50 lacks but we have collect this RS 40 lacks please accept this and don’t break this marriage we beg you please don’t do this . The bride groom’s parent say ok we will not break this marriage and after that marriage is complete.

But after 3-4 days her mother- in- law, father- in-law, and even her husband start torturing her . her mother- in -law give lot of work to her and if she do any mistake her mother- in-law pull her hair or mash her hand with her foot when alka cleaning the flour . Her husband also beat her not only for big mistake but for small –small mistake. Her father –in- law also taunt her that her parents are not teach her any good habits. Her and parent’s life is become a hell because of a dowry. And one day she hang herself . Her dream for become doctor is never become true.

“ So please don’t be a part of dowry system and fight against this type of stupid system.”

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                                                                                           SOURCE BY-ANUSHRUTIPRIYA

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

FAMILY STORY

                                   "THE LOOK OF LOVE"

With a big white blanket over our heads, my four year son Dante and I laid in his bed upon his request.  He had a been fighting a cold and feeling fatigued from time to time and this was one of those moments.  At first he seemed rather amused with poking me in the eye or my ear — which cracked me up laughing, not because he was funny but because I was very ticklish.

Then he suddenly grew serious, his black crystal eyes locking on my face with an intensity I do not see every day.  I have seen that look before, not from Dante, but from men who had loved me.  I am not sure they knew they were looking at me that way, maybe if they knew, they might have tried to hide it.

To see this look from my son was heart stopping for me.  Especially because his eyes are so beautiful — so dark and shiny with lush long dark lashes.  Those eyes were so shiny I swear I could see a reflection of myself in them.  I am not trying to brag, but I can see girls falling head over heels if he was a bit older.  He already has a girlfriend in his daycare now and he hasn’t even started kindergarten.

After locking eyes with me for a few seconds, he reached out his little hand and touched me very gently on the side of my face.  How does he know? I thought to myself.  How does this four year old guy know exactly what mommy needs to feel loved?  Even daddy has problems with this some times and little Dante is a pro!

Then to top this moment off, Dante propped himself up a bit and leaned in for a little kiss.

Oh that little heart breaker.  All I could do was laugh but secretly, I really want to cry because I felt so touched.  As I am writing this, my heart still feels a bit soft — like marshmallow.

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                                                                                                     SOURCE BY-BHARAT

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

ROMANTIC STORY

                                          "HURRY UP BEN"

Looking back, it’s hard to believe we have been together over a year; since it took him forever to “officially ask me out.”

I remember the night we met. At this point I would like to say; I remember it well but to be honest it was very hazy (just don’t tell Ben) I was a little tipsy to say the least.

There I was sitting down minding my business, when he walked in and it seemed like he came straight over. Like I said I don’t really remember what was said. All I remember were his long eye lashes, his dark wavy hair and of course his beard

Somehow I had his number (well took it down correctly.) Ben texted me on that night, although I didn’t get it till the next morning as I had fallen asleep. I texted back; within a matter of minutes he replied.

Before long we were meeting up in my car sitting on the beach, chatting about anything and everything. All the time we were meeting up I was longing for him to ask me out properly – three long months later (feeling three years later to myself) it finally happened. Here’s where I should point out is where disaster struck.

So the big day had arrived. Picture the scene I’m busy drying my hair and singing to myself, when I got THE text saying ‘not tonight’. At this point I’m not going to babble on about the few choice words I put in the text to reply. Instead I jumped to going to my friend’s house to have a moan.

My friend couldn’t believe, that he had done this after I had chosen the perfect red, or was it purple then again it might have been a black dress (ok I can’t remember what colour dress, or in fact if I was  wearing a dress) The fact of the matter is I spent ages getting ready.

After around half-hour of ignoring texts, Ben finally saw sense and said

“I’ll pick you up in half-hour”.

It was a great first proper date in the end. We’ve been together over a year now.

I knew it was love when the waitress asked

“How would you like your steak?” And Ben replied

“Cooked.”

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                                                                                                          SOURCE BY-EMMA

PUBLISHED BY-OURHELLO.COM

SUSPENSE STORY

                             "JOURNEY WITH ENEMIES"

That Sunday early morning , to  their vacation Amar and Arjun started journey from Hyderabad to Bangalore.  Spacious  Innova was  more than luxurious to this duo.

Amar ,an employee in FRIENDLY PAPER WORKS PVT.LTD. working as sr.Financial Manager is happy in life and money to him is always adequate. Arjun   , a multimillionaire inherited numerous businesses from his father recently and running economically. Both are buddies from  school   and their friendship was as smooth as the highway the are being driving on.

Arjun, a calm silent man in his early thirties and Amar, an year younger than his friend. Amar is always take it easy fellow while Arjun was calm sincere fellow.

Arjun was driving his turn in full mood and expecting no troubles as this duo had experienced  in past which they overcome by little luck and most by their funny skills.

Amar  who is praying God for excitements in the trip was blessed with unexpected way. More important it was their helping nature that caused trouble.

When they were some  20kms after Kurnool a fat, black ,villain looking man raised his  hand as if he needed lift.
***

Immediately both friends agreed to help the man and stopped Innova. The fat man thanked them  and said he and his three friends were going to their friends marriage to Bellari and they got the bust tyre . The 6 members went ahead in silent for some 10 minutes when Amar interrupted saying  to fat man ‘By the way have’nt you got a spare tyre travelling this long way mr…..?

‘Oh damn you didn’t  recognize me till now?  ‘ fat man was about to burst out of astonishment.

Amar quickly reacted saying ’excuse me ,sir  I don’t  watch  movies regularly’.

Sumanth , the short looking among the four  laughed and said ‘If you even watch them you cannot recognize this fat Ex-Sarpanch of Chintapally.

‘Yeah I heard of him sometime. ’Arjun lied.

‘You are lying’ sumanth again interfered  ‘no one gives damn to this Ex-Sarpanch in our village  even’.

The fat man almost protested saying ‘may be. But I’m not kicked out of my house by wife  like you have been on many drunk nights. Moreover I ‘m not been to jail for rash driving.You punk…’

Kiran spoke first time in the journey. He is white, fat and always wears the grey cap on his head. He also had a deep Y cut scare on left cheek. He said seriously ’hey you damn both  donkeys   don’t fuss and bore our friends .’he turned to Amar and Arjun ‘Excuse this idiots, sir they always boasts about themselves. By the way myself  PROf. Kiran  of Wisdom  college of sciences in chemistry dept.’ He turned to another white good looking  man’ this is Mr.Satyam currently had his own poultry farm and you know this  Ex-Sarpanch Ashok ,the fit for nothing except for drinking and our driver Sumanth who is main reason to trouble you with lift’.

Amar   cut off saying ‘that s not a problem. It happens sometimes.‘

When Kiran was going to answer it  Satyam’s cell rang and he barked into cell ’on the way. Yes all smooth. Bye’ and he hung up. Mean while   Sumanth  was teasing Ashok with names he is being called by the villagers and Ashok  defending by saying Sumanth ‘s divorce story and his 9 month  marriage life.’ Amar and Arjun  was enjoying all these village jokes.

After some ten minutes they found the garage at 10Kms from Nandyala  and the four got out smiling ‘so long guys, have a HAPPY JOUNEY’ .Amar and Arjun said good bye to them.

When they were travelling again Amar pointed out that how they kept such a drunk driver who do not even keep spare tyre .Then forgetting about those idiots they began to wonder how they are going to enjoy their vacation  unaware  of the trap they were stepped into by helping four idiots on a highway.
**

When they  were 5km from the  Kurnool check post Amar  now driving his turn did not expect the off side tyre to be flat in a split second. In a few seconds, Arjun lolling  in his seat happily enjoying songs from his I- pod   instantly was aware of the strain ahead to fix the tyre.

Amar while going to fixing flat tyre  asked Arjun to find the tool kit and screwdrivers that were scattered on the floor under seats. when  Arjun  was searching over whole vehicle to assemble all kit he came  to Amar, some unknown small packets in hands.

They were about 10 small packets all in white containing powders and capsules. ‘What are these? Have you got these to cook in our guest house. These looks like salt, sugar, ginger… wait! What about these capsules?! Are they for safety  after eating the lunch? Arjun laughed like a hyena.

The sight of those packets instantly told him the depth of the trouble they will be landed in if they cross the check post with those drugs.  ‘Those idiots placed drugs in our car’. Amar knew drugs from his colleague Sai kumar who is partly addicted to drugs despite of Amar’s warnings. ‘I think we can check them once.’

‘NO. I can’t taste them’ Arjun feared. ‘If you start tasting them you will complete them as plate meals. Use your mind. Pick a dog somewhere we can test’ Amar joked even in that new awkward situation.

Amar once read in a medico magazine a dog sleeps for drugs  within seconds. Arjun caught a dog and the dog slept snoring after consuming few spoons of powder from one of the packets.

Both were astonished when Amar said ‘But why these bas**rds placed these drugs on us?’

**
It was when Amar and Arjun  were fixing the tyre S .I. Badri of Kurnool PS currently on check post duty (on special commands of ACP to check vehicles from smuggling drugs headed for Bangalore from Hyderabad ) attended the Kurnool S.P.’s  call and barked with  his most sincere voice ‘checking all vehicles, sir. So far no news ,sir.’

‘ Don’t leave any vehicle  even if it is of  my father –in-Law or your brother-in-Law. Most confidential  sources in Hyderabad says they are crossing our highway this night’ and he hung up.

Badri   grinned  and called Venku the Bangalore smuggler and a fat ,tall ,black  God father of drug dealers who constantly  feed him with currency like  a farmer feeds his buffalo. After a delay Venku answered ‘Hello’. ‘ Sir I’m Badri. Your four men do not show up still’.

‘ They found  two  suckers and plantied  the goods in their black Innova no.2130.By this way I and my men are out of danger and blameless. Be careful with goods they are worth lakhs and you get 10%cut. ‘

‘ 2130 black Innova .right? Yeah I can deliver them as usual by tomorrow’ and he  hung up. He then was to answer  another call from his wife. He was constantly answering phone calls even he do not had time  to answer the nature’s  call.
**
‘ There are few questions.  Why these bas**rds planted drugs in our car instead of carrying them directly? Arjun asked.

‘ Simple, they must be in criminal records and any checkpost police can identify them.’ Amar answered.

‘Okay what ‘s the idea in leaving us with drugs into police trap. That must be wastage of the packing.’ Arjun again raised the doubt.

‘Yeah. They must be our personal enemies which is unlikely and also we haven’t known them since this morning.’ Amar said , ‘They must have a source by which they can get this packets back and they will be on safe side. We can throw this sh*t  away and enjoy our vacation. But we are going to celebrate more by playing with these smugglers and finally sending them behind the bars.’

‘ And we are playing along Subramanyam. Am I right?’

‘Yes. He s the only one we can rely on.’

They fixed the tyre and the vehicle turned back towards Hyderabad. Luck was one time by their side in the form of tyre puncture which stopped them going blindly into police and second time their luck is in the form of Subramanyam.  With  drugs in hands and Subramanyam on their side  they  continued their JOURNEY WITH ENEMIES to Hyderabad.
***

First thing they done after starting return journey was to contact their childhood friend Hyderabad ACP Subramanyam and pour out the whole story on the phone itself without considering cell charging or re charge and Subramanyam instantly recognized the grey cap smuggler with Y cut scar on left cheek from experience.

Subramanyam was always trying to bring these smugglers and their business into light.  But always failing somehow on grounds of no proofs.  But this time he was confident on nailing those rascals.

Amar and Arjun  reached ACP’s home with in 11 hours and on their way  they came to know that the professor story was a nicely cooked up tale by that cap rascal and they were sure same about the poultry farm. Now they were sitting in his hall.

‘So you think its all possible to nag them?’ Subramanyam questioned.

‘Its depends on your help’ Arjun answered. ‘ I was thinking about that and I got full details about the kiran  scoundrel and that ex Sarpanch. The driver was described no more than the fines he had paid on accidents and that poultry pig is nowhere in our records from Bangalore to Hyderabad.’

‘Then we can reach that ex Sarpanch easily?’ Amar was enthusiastic.

‘ I think not’ Subramanyam was certain ‘he was thrown out of village three years back when the villagers came to know about his second family. He also tried to introduce his illegal son in politics and at that time he was out of seat ,so it was easy for villagers to expel him. Thereafter he was heard nowhere.

‘Either Sarpanch  seat or smuggling job to run his two families’ Amar joked.

‘About Kiran, he is a   silent partner of business’ Subramanyam began ‘the information was from my most confident informers  that he comes to ‘Bar’king  Bar on Sagar road every Monday night around 9 pm without fail to meet his friends  obviously all girls. By the way where are the stuff they planted?’

They produced the packets and handed them to Subramanyam. They discussed the plan and now all this depends on how they are conning Kiran on Monday. Today was Sunday evening and the next day they thought was the most exciting day on earth them.
**
Unaware about their plan SI  Badri was waiting for them on Kurnool check post  and called Venku to inform the vehicle not coming. ‘ Those four pigs are going to explain me how they are going to supply the mall and if I ‘m not satisfied with the explanation my dogs will drink their blood in dinner. But you will have your share as soon as I squeeze my money out of them’ and he hung up.

When Venku is angry he behaves like an ox that is hungry and now he is very angry .  At  this very moment  the four pigs arrived happily to collect the remaining payment believing the mall was safely hand overed  as per the plan. Venku now as angry as a mad bull turned to face the four fellows. By seeing their grin his BP fluctuated beyond the maximum point.
**
Monday night approached and at promptly 9 pm Amar and Arjun were at ‘ Bar’king bar. They had no experience in drinks and so they ordered soft cokes. After ten minutes the grey cap arrived and drank furiously two whisky shots on rocks. Both friends were astonished to his thurst and began to approach him as per their plan.

Kiran saw the friends approaching and the past flashed in his mind. Venku had given complete bashing to the four smugglers last night like Dhoni smashes the ball while batting the  last over . He  gave one week time to them to  repay the money or the promised mall. Otherwise his dogs will taste their blood. One who know Venku and his influence do not neglect his warnings .

Now Kiran wants to know about the mall which costs him and his partners lakhs. ’Hey buddies, think you should be on your vacation by now’ he started eagerly.

‘What to say dude, it’s a short sad story that made our trip cancel. One of our friend was jailed and we have to come back to relieve him’. Arjun answered.

‘Anything serious?’ Kiran was completely involved.

‘No it was over now’ Amar winced ‘actually he fought with his fourth lover on main road and was overly reacted which led both of them to jail on nuisance case. So unfortunately we got call and we had a nasty head ache to solve this problem.’

‘Then what?’ Kiran was eager to know about their vehicle.

‘What then!’ Amar was casual ‘Our friend gone to his wife and his girl friend to her husband. So long ,see you, we didn’t even have time to clean our car and packed things. Good bye’

both friends headed towards the exit door. By now Kiran was completely out of the two shots he drank. He was quick to start tailing the two friends. He saw them approach their car and he started back them on his bike. What he doesn’t know was that  Subramanyam who is in non uniform  was behind him.

Amar and Arjun, who know  that they were being followed was happily laughing like horses for the success of their first step.
**

‘Kiran was following them since 30 minutes. They reached Hi tech city and suddenly their car stopped and automatically Kiran’s bike stopped and he followed them to their apartment on walk.

He suddenly saw their vehicle was alone and decided to take the packets for which Venku gave them week’s time. For his luck the car door was unlocked and he took of the ten packets they planted. He confirmed that no one is seeing him unaware of Subrahmanyam who is seeing him from his car’s rare window. With a evil grin he replaced the drugs in his coat pockets and silently started his bike.
**
Now the four buffoons are sitting in Kiran’s home happily smoking. After Kiran phoned Ashok, sumanth and Satyam about his encounter with Amar and Arjun they instantly started to his home. The ten packets they planted lie on table as they were.

‘So they do not even know that they were almost suckers?’ Ashok questioned.

‘Its mere luck on them and a nightmare to us. How to deliver them now?’ Kiran said.

‘ Venku is currently in this city. We can just now go and deliver the goods.’ Satyam grinned.

‘We also have to deliver that son of a b**ch his teeth to his hands’ Kiran was enthusiastic to avenge Venku because the four of them were unable to sleep two nights from the Venku’s bashing.

‘Don’t waste time now. I have to meet my wife. She is very angry on me. May be she may starve me for this late.’ Ashok was irritated.

‘Uncle, first wife or second one ?’ Sumanth joked suddenly.

‘You b**ch! Don’t talk with that foul mouth, ra**al.Maintain a single wife atleast for 12months before interfering with my problems.’ Ashok was stilling scowling when Satyam called to Venku, who is currently busy on bed.

‘ He is entertaining someone I think’ Satyam was impatient for this delay in lifting call. Suddenly Venku came on the line and was very angry for being  disturbed in such a swell situation. Briefly Satyam explained him the matter and told him to be ready with remaining amount.
****

‘Now they are going to walk into our trap. I saw that cap b**ch taking packets from your car’ Subramanyam was very happy.

‘Yeah. I think that idiots are going to be washed away by those surf powders and bleaching powders.’ Arjun said laughing.

‘Don’t forget about that constipation capsules and Ayurvedic herbals’ Amar corrected.

‘Atlast I’m going to put them in my personal cell and no recommendation calls are attended from that minute. Next time they come I’m going to nail them completely.’ Subramanyam continued ‘if time permits I may also drag Venku and there will be the most exclusive drug mafia wiped out.
**

What angers Venku more on earth is interrupting him on bed. It is better to sleep with lion than disturbing him on bed. Right now though he is angry the importance of those packets is controlling  him. If those idiots are failing this time they are going to regret being born he told himself ,he said himself and at this moment a car stopped outside and the four smugglers laughing came laughing to him.

‘Boss there’s your mall and where’s our payment?’   Sumanth was straight.

Venku called his bull like men and asked them to check the mall. They took the packets away.  As they were as it is planted in car they do not opened the packets. ‘is the mall straight or any double crossings’ Venku’s eyes were hard.
‘We have talent and so we got them back. If you don’t believe then its your funeral.’ Ashok whinced.

‘Let’s see’ Venku’s eyes glittered. At this moment his men entered.

‘Washing powder, detergent powders, constipation capsules, Ayurvedic herbals and powders for piles, sir. Looks similar to drugs’ a tall man said.

The four smugglers were astonished thinking it was a dream and when they realized truth , they prayed that it must be a dream. They are now unable to see Venku’s expression. At this moment Venku laughed like a hyena and said ‘Any  last wishes?’
***
Amar ,Arjun and Subramanyam settled in the lounge of Amar’s house happily enjoying their success in fooling the four idiots.  Subramanyam said ‘Venku will pick their teeths off their faces by now’ laughs ‘I think this time I will pin him lower than a sub merge water motor and the drug smuggling mafia.’

‘But how about our next step……’ his sentence was interrupted by Subramanyam’s ringing cell.

‘hello…what?…..keep tracks on those flicks….I don’t want any news of their escaping this time….’

He ended the call. ‘we need the long iron chain that can surround 8 members easily. We are going to have a ball of a night with our enemy friends. They are coming on us definetly for our lives first  and then their valuable mall. Watch out for 2244 black toyoto from attic and lets finish this tom and Jerry games within four hours. I want them alive and they don’t want us alive. We must henceforth be careful and tactful.’
**

Arjun recognized 2244 toyoto coming in front of their gate. So they are back in action. Subramanyam placed his men round the house. But the real problem lies in catching Venku and group with proofs.

Five minutes later the tap on the door made both friends alert.8 weaponed smugglers are outside but inside only Subramanyam is armed  secretly. From the window shades there were no shades of the four buffoons. Surely these men were strongest and toughest of Venku s men.

Subramanyam was waiting eagerly for his men to attack behind Venku. But there are no signs. Surely something is wrong…..

The tapping on the door was hard and since quarter of a minute. Its time for the three men to implement the second safe plan.

Immediately they must be out of the house but Venku s men must have covered all around. Their luck depends on how secure the attic which in connected from secluded small room in the house. Finally they were out on terrace and Venkus men rushed inside by breaking in. Amar was successful in closing the entrance from front side and Arjun from rear side. Venku is now with his eight men  completely locked in the house.

****
Sooner Venku realized the trap and about to break out a voice from nowhere within the house bowled out from woofer boxes.

Subramanyam s voice was impeccable to Venku ‘You are now completely trapped. Within few minutes you are going to speak out all your nasty crimes and connections. We are holding you and you are not going to touch the doors, atleast if you don’t want to get into flames that are controlled by our remote.’

Venku was sweating like a pig before he was trying to speak. ‘ ACP! You are not going to do it. I will surrender my self. I will give all the details including the transactions, connections, drugs and whatever you need. Don’t kill me.’
*****

‘That Venku injured four of my men. The video we recorded Venku speaking about his crimes will serve as our unbreakable alibi. But the four idiots escaped’ Subramanyam said in spirt voice ‘ surely they are nothing without Venku. The drug mafia in Bangalore and Hyderabad in grounded after three years of search. I never imagined it would be that easy to catch that pig’.

Amar broke out ‘ finally you are going to throw the party this night for your promotion and success.’

‘Tomorrow morning our journey to our Bangalore guest house resumes’ Arjun howled happily.

‘This may or maynot be final with Venku as long as he is alive’ Subramanyam said sullenly ‘but he is always nothing infront of us.’ Subramanyam laughed.

The next morning Amar and Arjun are ready in black innova . The national highway is wishing them a HAPPY JOURNEY
THE END

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                        "THE VICIOUS CIRCLE"

The black Sedan inched its way slowly through the traffic. A young man in a black dapper two-piece suit sat in the rear seat, fiddling about with some buttons on his eight-inch touchpad. Another man, slightly older, was at the wheel, sweating away, despite the lowest possible temperature of the aircon. He wore a brownish white shirt and similar hued pants, which looked as if they were worn everyday without being washed. The driver applied the brakes suddenly as the car in front of him jerked to an abrupt halt. A second man, barely a man but a boy, younger than both the men in the car but as shabbily dressed as the driver, sat in the passenger seat beside the driver’s, both timid and pleased, trying to gauge the situation but mostly keeping to himself.

“S**t!”, exclaimed the smartly dressed man in black at the back. “S**t! I will be late again! This place will never improve!”

The traffic moved painfully slow, increasing the man’s impatience and making him swear. The driver tried to make a left cut into the service lane. But that happened to be a bad idea. The lane was narrow and many other drivers had had similar thoughts, hence cramming their vehicles into the congested lane. There looked to be no way out. Except for moving in first gear. The driver moved on, the owner providing him a fillip via his invective. All of a sudden, a dog ran in front of the car, tottering and puttering about, unable to decide which side to move and then finally dashed to the left, thus making the driver swerve violently to the right and jerk to a stop. There was a sickening crunch and the owner looked up, livid. He finally extricated his eyes from his tablet, abandoned it for the time being and got out of the car, slamming the door. The car’s right front headlight had smashed into the pavement on the right. In a bid to save the dog, the driver had driven it straight into the pavement, stopping just in time before a huge dent could be inflicted on the door.

The man’s face grew red and he snatched the driver’s shirt collar, shaking him violently. He slapped him twice. Thrice. Hard. So that the red of his fingers marked their shape on his cheek while the other boy looked on, agitated. The onlookers now had a scene to behold and their frustration on the traffic sort of abated a little. The other guy in the car had got out by now and watched the owner manhandle his driver, punch him in the face and once in the ribs, all the while raining expletives on him.

The younger boy’s heart went out to the driver, feeling embarrassed at such an erosion of respect and loss of self-esteem. The driver’s face was expressionless, his head bowed while he bore the treatment inflicted by his employer on him. The other guy wondered if the amount would be deducted from his meagre salary. Perhaps it would. After the owner of the car had his fill of the other’s dignity, they set off and finally reached a large bungalow where he resided. The car had to be taken for repair. Before that, the servants proceeded to a nearby tea stall to shake off the episode. The younger man brought two cups of tea, offering one to the injured driver.

“Where are the biscuits?”, he demanded and the young servant went to get some biscuits. “Here”, he handed them to the driver, who began to sip his tea, one hot sip at a time. “Aaaak-thoooo!!”, the driver spat the tea out on the young servant, his shirt and a part of his chin bearing the brunt. “What kind of tea was this?”, he ordered and scolded his younger counterpart for a crappy tea.

The boy looked at him, astonished at the change in his behavior, indignant at the treatment he had received after his sympathy and feelings for him. When the older servant crumpled and threw the cup away, the boy’s feelings for him had evaporated. In its place, was born a lingering dislike, a feeling that the man had been given an apt deal by the employer. He went away, his faith shaken.

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