Yaadein marti nahi. Rudra's sword danced in the air. Jab tak saasein hai tab tak yaadein zinda rehti hai. He cut through the veins of the air in a breath. Yakeen nahi hota to maar ke dekh lo. Mai to mar jaungi, lekin meri yaadein nahi marengi.
AAAAHHHHHHH! SWISH! Rudra Roy plunged and dug a grave for his own sword in the very wall of the fencing ground. In the process, his fingers got injured.
Agli baar apne sapno ki hadh apni aukat tak rakhna, kyunki bade sapne aur chhoti aukat humesha khoon bahate hai.
Rudra hated the fact how everything and everyplace reminded him of Maya. Like his world was only filled with Maya, the illusion of the girl he irrevocably fell in love with. The girl wrapped in mystery who had attempted to kill his dad, murdered his brother, fed Rudra with lies and betrayal.
She had left him with nothing but darkness, that haunted him in every waking moment of his consciousness. Now that it was dark, it was time to get what was truly his.
He left the fencing club and headed towards the marketplace.
***
I love you Maya, and I know you love me too.
Maya glanced towards the TV screens displayed in a shop. It was a line from an SRK movie. But her head throbbed when she heard it. Today evening when Vikram was away, she sneaked out of his creepy house. She wished to have an ice-cream.
People were staring at her and her wheelchair, but everybody was too busy with their own lives to help. The ice-cream parlor had no ramp. She decided to climb the steps with her wheelchair. She fell.
There was a wave of pity around her as she struggled to get up. Her head throbbed like anything. Did she fall like this before? Or any fall? A pair of strong arms supported her to her chair. She wasn't in a state to look at his face, but she wouldn't recognize him even if she looked.
Rudra's world had stopped. Maayyaaa. Here, in this state? Is it a new game?
"Thank you so much for helping me. I guess I should return from where I came. This ice-cream is not in my destiny."
Rudra blinked at her words. She did not recognize him. Suddenly he had an urge to hug her, comfort her, soothe her, fight with her, ask for answers. But he only kept his calm.
"If you don't mind, can I drop you to your house?"
"It's okay, I'll manage." she smiled, "Kehte hai ki musafir ko apne ghar ka rasta aap hi tay karna chahiye. Kisi aur ke raste pe chalne ka karz dil k beyhadh junnon pe bhari par sakta hai. Thanks for asking. Good night."
Rudra watched her leave behind all that was hers. What was this tug at his heart? Love or hate. 
Writer:Tournesol
