Chapter 19
Chapter 13
Chaos...
My
mind wanders...
Heart
lost...
In
the seemingly deep gorge of chaos...
Groping
for light, order and connections...
Yet
nothing answers to me...
Soothes
my raging nerves...
Calm
my upheavals...
I
am lost in the chaos...
The huge clock chimed 12 o' clock and a
lone figure came out of the church. She was wearing a brown gown and her head
was covered with a white cloth. Clutching the cross and muttering her prayers,
Sister Avantika crossed the threshold of the church as she walked silently to
the other side, to where her convent was situated.
It was her 45 year of serving as a nun
in the St. Sebastian Church, Dehradoon, and she had her share of happiness and
miseries, some of which she was still unable to get over. Painfully remembering
her past memoirs, she silently walked when she heard another sister calling her
name. She turned to find Sister Angela coming down the stairs, clutching a
phone in her hand.
"Sister, you have a call," Sister Angela
said handing her the phone.
"Ah..." Sister Avantika smiled as she
took the phone, "Hello..."
"I finally got you!" came the excited
voice of Matthew Dales, once a shy boy, now a daring investor.
"Matthew, my boy..!" she exclaimed, "How
are you?"
"I am good, thank you, Sister," Matt
replied, "Do I have the permission to ask how you are?"
"Before you ask, I am fine my boy..."
Sister Avantika replied smiling. "Then where do I have the permission to ask
you?" Matt sulked. Avantika laughed, "Oh my boy. You don't need my permission
to ask my wellbeing. You have the right."
"Yeah, but not as much as right as him!"
Matt exclaimed, "By the way, you know what? I saw him in New York the other
day! He is one of India's leading fashion tycoons now!"
"I know that!" Avantika smiled. Matt
grew confused for a second before he almost yelled, "you are in touch with him
till now?"
"Of course I am!"
"That's not fair!" Matt complained, "you
didn't tell us!"
"He didn't want it to be disclosed,"
Avantika explained, "you know how picky he was about his privacy even back
then, right? By the way how did you know it was him?"
"Oh, only on his face one can find a
perpetual frown..." Matt smirked, "He was yelling at some girl in the airport
that day. It was epic."
"Are you making fun of him?" Avantika
chided.
"Oh no..." Matt smirked, "why would I
make fun of him? But it was hilarious to see him bite someone's head off in
annoyance. He hasn't changed a bit!"
"Well, yes..." Avantika muttered to
herself, sadly, "he hasn't changed a bit. He is still stuck in the same place
where he was before 15 years. He doesn't wish to move on..."
"Sister..." Matt's voice snapped her,
"Are you alright? Why did you fall silent suddenly?"
"I am fine, my boy," Avantika replied,
"and please don't tell anyone that him and I are in contact. He might not like
it."
"Yes, I will not..." Matt assured,
"don't worry. But I don't know...why is he still so annoyed and frustrated? He
is one of the leading businessmen in the world! He has everything!"
"He lost everything before he got
everything, my child..." Avantika said sadly, "the pain of his losing is deeper
than the joy of gaining..."
"I don't think I can ever understand
him..." Matt said seriously.
"Even I haven't been able to understand
him yet..." Avantika sighed, "no one will ever be able to understand him again.
Not even his adopted family. There was only person who understood him and she's
gone..."
"That was a big blow to him, wasn't it?"
Matt asked, "he was never the same after her..."
"You met him, didn't you? Back then?"
Avantika asked.
"Yes, I was there that day when he
came..." Matt sighed, "He just crumbled to pieces when he heard the news."
"I know..." Avantika wiped a tear out of
her eye, "he still hasn't been able to join all the bits..."
"The rules of Jesus are strange," Matt
said, "on one hand, he is now a top businessman, stinking rich with a doting
family to take care of him, on the other, the only person he considered his
family is gone... I feel so sad for him."
"And that is what he detests..."
Avantika smiled sadly, "he hates when someone sympathises him. He hates when
someone pities him. Why do you think he still hasn't changed? Why do you think
he is arrogant, annoyed and irritated all the time? Because he doesn't want
people to pity him. That is why he is hiding his pain behind the mask of
anger."
"I cant believe I saw him so happy just
moments before the news broke out to him," Matt closed his eyes remembering his
friend's suffering, "he was so excited. He was jumping in joy, bounding the
stairs of the church yelling her name. But after, he just sank down. Why did it
have to happen to him..?"
"Nobody has the answer to it, my boy..."
Avantika said, "Jesus has his reasons..."
"I don't know what the reasons are but
he certainly didn't deserve any of them..." Matt said, "sure he was bossy and
arrogant but he was one of the true friends I had seen. He was even ready to
give up his life for the sake of his friends."
"I know he didn't deserve...but..."
before she could continue the rest, her cellular phone got another call,
"Matthew, my child. Someone's on the line. Do you mind if I call you back? Do
you have anything important to tell?"
"No Sister...no problem," Matt assured,
"You carry on. I will call you sometime later in the day..."
"Okay, god bless you my child," she said
before she cut the call and proceeded to dial another number.
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"Chhote...," Anjali panted as she caught
up with her brother. "Chhote, what did you just say?"
"Nothing, Di!" Arnav replied curtly,
"You should go in now..."
"Aren't you coming?" Anjali asked,
blocking her brother's way. "Where are you going to go at this hour?"
"Di, please leave me alone..." Arnav pleaded,
"I want to be myself for some time, Di. I just want some time to gather myself
up. Please."
"I will also come with you..." Anjali
said instantly, "I can't leave you alone. I don't want you to suffer and be
lonely anymore. You have done it enough for the past fifteen years."
"No. you can't come with me..." Arnav
refused his sister, "you go back home."
"I don't want to go back home..." Anjali
almost pleaded, "I am in no mood to talk to Vinay."
"This is why I didn't want to tell you
the truth. I knew you would react like this and I cannot bear to see your
relationship with Vinay tearing apart because of me. Just go back to him..."
"Chhote, how can you say like this?"
Anjali asked disbelievingly. "He made a person lose his home and you are
telling me to go back to him?"
"Di, as much as I hate him, I also
respect him because of the love he has for you..." Arnav whispered earnestly,
cupping Anjali's face in his hands, "he might have done anything to me but he
loves you more than anything in the world, Di and that is enough for me. I have
already lost everything and I can't bear to lose you also. I can't make you
choose between us, Di. Please go back to him."
Tears spilled out of her eyes as she
choked, "how can you be like this, Chhote?"
"I am like this, Di..." Arnav smiled
sadly, "go back to him. He needs you..."
"Chhote, I can never forgive him..."
"Don't forgive him, Di...just love
him..." Arnav caressed her cheeks and went away leaving a sad but immensely
proud Anjali behind.
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The game was on, the pawn had been moved
but the progress was extremely slow and Shyaam was furious. Payal had behaved
so stupid when she was drugged and that was exactly what Shyaam wanted. In her
intoxicated state, Payal had done everything Shyaam had asked her to right from
stripping her clothes, doing a pole dance, seducing him and sleeping with him
and she had no clue about how she had behaved. The whole Payal-gone-crazy video
was now comfortably stored in his laptop and he couldn't wait to use it against
her to get what he wanted. He was tired of waiting all these years. Yet, his
men had failed to get the information he had asked and he had to be patient
till that came else he could achieve nothing.
"Avi!" he barked into the phone. "What
happened to the work I told?"
"It's taking more time than anticipated,
Shyaam...the number is quite hard to trace..." Avi muttered.
"I don't care!" Shyaam howled, "I want
it done as soon as possible!"
"We are trying Shyaam..." muttered Avi
exasperatedly, tired of having to deal with this man's tantrums. Avi knew
Shyaam for four years now. Being an amateur fashion photographer himself, Avi frequently
met Shyaam on photo shoots and various events. Being an experienced
photographer, Shyaam was a man from whom you could learn many things about
being in the glitz. Yet, it came with a price. Avi had spent the last 5 months
in satisfying Shyaam's sexual desires which evidently weren't enough gratified
by his many girlfriends. And not to mention, he had to deal with this constant
burst of irritability and attitude that Shyaam threw his way. But he was silent
because according to him Shyaam was awesome in bed and in money which was way
useful to him many ways both for his personal and professional life.
"How many days will you keep trying?"
Shyaam snapped, "when are the results going to show up?"
"Very soon, Shyaam..." Avi said
earnestly, "this is an international number, hence the delay. But it is going
to be tracked very soon. Just give me a few days. I will give you some good
news."
"Not pregnancy, I hope..." Shyaam
chuckled, "anyway, I am in mood tonight? Shall we meet?"
"Oh.." Avi's smile faltered a little,
"oh..um..sure..."
"You don't sound very excited, are you?"
Shyaam said sarcastically. Avi flushed before blurting, "Oh no Shyaam. I am
very excited. Let's meet at my place, shall we?"
"Excited, ha?" Shyaam chuckled evilly,
"okay...be ready by 8. You know how I like it."
"Yes, Shyaam..." Avi muttered; his mood
totally off, "I will be waiting for you."
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Driving like a maniac in anger never agreed
with Arnav. He was usually those people who drove very slowly when in anger
which perfectly contrasted the race of the raging thoughts in his brain. But the
leisurely pace of his Range Rover (an insult to that vehicle, agreed!) did
little to calm his inner turmoil. He wasn't exactly furious. He was just
confused and bewildered with all the things so chaotic in his life. One wrong
moment and that frenzy was just a moment away from being blown up into full
blown anger. He knew he wouldn't be able to rein it, hence was trying extremely
hard to compose himself.
But as the fights and the arguments
played in his mind, he unknowingly picked up the speed as he hurtled across the
empty streets, desperately trying to cling on to something for his life
support. Somewhere he knew he would break soon. He would be reduced to bits and
pieces with everything pulling him apart, his family, his promises, his guilt,
everything. This anguish, he knew but never wanted to feel again. Never did he
want to feel that utter helplessness that he felt when he stood in the middle
of the road, yelling and screaming for help. Trying to escape into a safe haven
with all the riots breaking. That bloodshed, cries, laments of pain and losing
never left his soul. They reverberated from inside his heart, shredding his
soul and he could do nothing to control it. "Dammit!" he yelled and swerved his
SUV dangerously into an empty road.
Frustrated with the constant attack of
her past, Khushi escaped the claustrophobic confines of her home into the
night. The air of Delhi was cool and the streets were empty, giving her much
needed privacy and space but also a sense of threat to travel alone in the
night, especially in a city as unsafe as Delhi. Though she knew something might
seriously go wrong, it didn't stop her from reaching the point of stupidity
anyway. She wrapped her jacket around her tightly and set on to explore the
nightlife of Delhi, occasionally stopping by for some rest.
With her earphones plugged in and music
blaring in her ears, the outside world was completely blocked and she continued
to walk, happy and content in her bubble, glad that her wounds weren't cropping
up again to hurt her more. She was so busy that she didn't notice a black Range
Rover until it screeched to halt right in front of her, positively alarming
her.
Arnav banged on his steering wheel in
fury and got out of the car to see the same annoying face of the woman he
constantly had a problem with. After seeing her, his irritation increased
tenfold as he shouted, "What the hell woman! Now who's blind and deaf? Idiot!"
Khushi gulped down hard as she tried to
control her racing heartbeat and muttered in a shaky voice, "I am sorry. I was
lost..."
"Yeah of course you were lost!" Arnav
snapped, "your brain's gone for a holiday I guess. Why do you always come in my
way?"
Her fear now changed into chagrin with
this man constantly hailing insults at her and even though it was her mistake
to walk on roads without consciousness, she wasn't ready to get shouted by some
loser of a stranger. "I am not coming in your way and neither do I have any
interest in doing that! It is you who are stalking me!"
"How dare you!" Arnav said furiously as
he caught hold of her shoulder roughly, "do I look so desperate to you that I
have nothing better to do than to follow a cheap woman like you? Who do you
think you are?"
"Excuse me!" Khushi burst out indignantly, "mind
your attitude, mister!"
"I won't!" Arnav muttered furiously as
he pulled her closer, hurting her as he shoved her to his chest "what will you do?"
"You bloody moron!" she shouted into his
face as she struggled against him, desperate to free herself from this man who
had lost himself completely in a pool of anger and wasn't thinking straight,
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"What the hell am I doing?" Arnav
jeered, "You should have thought what I can do before you started arguing with
me. I told you to lay off me. Didn't I?"
Khushi bit her cheek in anger and
struggled harder, "You sick pervert! Just who do you think you are and what can
you do?"
Arnav thread of control snapped as he heard her
call him a pervert and he muttered in a very cold voice, one that brimmed with
fire and fury, deathly cold rage, "What can I do? I will show you what I can do!" and crashed his angry lips on her soft, pliable ones...
PRECAP:
Don't you dare cross my path again... next time I don't think I will
stop at this if you provoke me anymore. Beware. Just stay f**king away from me
if you wish to keep your sanity!
And you! Dont think I am going to sit simply after all this! I am going
to get back to you! Just get lost!
A/N: The start :D Anyway, this chapter contains a huge hint!! (Oh no! I just dropped the bombshell! Yikes!) Anyway, I know many of you will see it through but if you do, please dont share it :P :P
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Thanks dude :) glad u like it :) Ah the last scene...I hope I'll live up to ur expectations in this update :)
11 years ago
[QUOTE=spvd]where to post the comment for this FF beyond good and evil?in the blog the comments are blocked...FF beyond good and evil?part 3nice part...cont soon...PS - can u open a thread for this FF so that the comments can be posted on IF plz? [/QUOTE] I will see :) I will started updating all the chapters on IF as well very soon :) and the comments are not blocked...may be there was a connection error or something...try it again :)
11 years ago
[QUOTE=spvd]part 13nice part...who was that person in Arnav that he was so close to?cont soon dear... [/QUOTE] Thanks dude :) U'll see who that is :)
11 years ago
It is actually staring in the face, the hint :P But u will know it soon anyway :D Arnav's past and his relation with Avantika will be curtailed in the coming updates because without it, the story cannot move forward at all :) Payal in a way deserves this and in a way, she is more dangerous than shyaam...u'll see how. Never underestimate Payal. She is a bitch of the highest order...at least according to me, she never regrets anything...but only time will tell what the after effects of her blunder will be :D and Arnav...well..there is no saying to this Dude...he thinks he owns the world and has freedom to do anything...but Khushi's answer wont be seen in this update...she is different and u will see that. She is going to make Arnav regret...
11 years ago
[QUOTE=avinaarshi]loved the update [/QUOTE] Thanks dude :)
11 years ago
Yeah Arnav is always Arnav...he reacts only at extremities :P If he was a little softer in emotions then he would be ASR in the first place, would he? :D
11 years ago
Thanks dude :)
11 years ago
I know right...always something has to happen between them :D and thank u so much for liking the story. It means a lot to me... :)
11 years ago
Thanks dude :) I am glad u like it :) I cant say how the pace of the next chapter is :) u have to decide that :D
11 years ago
LOL! Threats do work sometimes :P Anyway, I was trying to be this sad writer but it isnt fun coz I am having real fun writing this story and I wouldnt really think of leaving it alone to cry :D Yes, Arnav is still in touch with Sister Avantika. What exactly does he mean to her, you'll know soon :D The past is going to be revealed real soon because without it, the future of the story cannot progress :) Shyam's eyes is on someone else...u'll see who :P
11 years ago