R: Revenge… Because it is a Sweet Feeling
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“It is decided. I need to move to Delhi,” Mita asserted.
“What about me? What about us?” Sohil exasperated.
“We have to work it out. I cannot refuse this offer as it
is a good package.”
“But I love you.”
“Baby, I love you too. But I cannot sacrifice my career,
my life”, Mita said in kind yet stern voice.
“Is your career important than me, our love?”
“Sohil, do not sound like male chauvinistic man. It is not
about just career or job; it is about my identity and individuality.”
“Now, you are sounding too feministic.”
“Oh! God Sohil. Why are we doing this? What happened to
the person whom I loved?”
Sohil being silent for a while and softly spoke, “I am
still there. I care for you and understand you. But I cannot live without you.
I said all that… do not know thinking about what but did not mean it.”
Mita held his hands into her and calmly said, “Dear, we
will work it out. I love you more than you think. Trust me!”
It was still some time for the train to leave. Mita stood
in front of her, full of colors. Her yellow long skirt complimented her orange
shirt and the green stole just added the right bling. Her wavy black her were
tied loosely and her oxidize nose ring shined brightly.
“God, I am going to miss her” he thought.
She was smiling, laughing, and hugging her friends and
family who had come to see her off. She noticed him, standing away from the
crowd, silently crying but smiling now and then. When everyone left, they both
settled down on her berth.
“Do not love me so much. It is scary sometimes”, she
laughed.
Sohil became serious and said, “I am scared of myself. I
love you so deep that I think this love can damage us.”
Mita froze. That was something unexceptional and uncalled
for. She pressed his left arm tightly and rested her head on his shoulders.
The train hooted. It was time to leave. Sohil bade her
final goodbye and she smiled as the train took her to a new journey. When her
compartment was out from sight, Sohil cried. His hidden tears welled up and he
used tissues to keep them away.
******************
“You’re next” a voice shouted.
Mita turned around, seeing his colleague Aarif, she
blurted out, “You crazy? I nearly died of heart attack?”
“Well, my dear, I would not have let it happen. You know
that”, he winked at her.
“What is it?”
“Half early appraisal. You are next in line!”
Mita grasped, “Thank god! I nearly had forgotten it. Thank
you.”
“Anytime babe. By the way, you look very sunning today!”
“You say that every time. It is time you stop loving me so
much,” saying so she left for her appraisal meeting.
She loved the new life she had in the office. She was
living her dream. But was unaware that the dream was stared by someone,
dreadfully.
**********************
It was done. The damaged had happened. A single picture
and it destroyed her. Not that she would sit down and take it.
She had plans for him too. “How could he do this? Hadn’t I
told him, we could have worked on it. O, Sohil, why did you this?”
Her silent tears fell on her laptop. She left, leaving the
pictures on. Those were random pictures of her and Aarif. They were good colleagues
and spent a lot of time together. But she didn’t knew, her causal pictures
could be twisted and molded in this form. Sohil had edited, and circulated
those pictures among their group and on different social media sites. Something
that she never expected him to do. But she was not going to be a ‘victim’ but a
‘fighter.’
She knew what she had too. She searched her laptop, old
folders, and her hard drive. There she saw the pictures, she needed. “You
damaged my reputation, I will damage your life,” she thought.
She buzzed Aarif to come over her place. And anyways, the
pictures had done damage to both of them. Aarif however, choose to stay silent
and supported Mita because he knew they were not wrong. Their office was
gossiping, their friends giggled, and their families knew about the “leaked”
pictures. But they knew only half the truth.
*************
“What are you saying Mita? Are you out of your mind?”
Aarif stared blankly.
“It is the justice. He deserves the fruit of the seed he
has sown”, she was firm yet gentle in her voice.
“No. that is childish.”
“It is not. A dose of his own medicine will teach him what
it feels to be like in this situation.”
He calmed and counselled her, “Look. I know you are hurt. But
think practically. This will not do well. I know we are not at fault then why
clarify?”
“Aarif, it is not about clarification. It is teaching him
a lesson. If you trust me, let me do it please. Otherwise, I would not be at
peace.”
He sighed and agreed to her plan.
********
The morning cracked and it was a beautiful and sunny day. The
casuals of the morning chore were carried out. The newspaper was thrown, milk
was being supplied, and the beeping of the phone tore the silence.
Everyone in his or her circle received a video. It was a
video of Sohil and his ex. Mita was just his friend back then. They went into relationship,
some good six months after his break-up. But Mita had some of their old
pictures and she twisted and turned them exactly, the way he had done. And, it
made perfect sense since, she had heard rumors of them being back together.
That video shook everyone. Because most of the people knew,
and they too had heard rumors. And the video just sufficed that whatever Sohil
did was because he was at fault.
He destroyed her image; she destroyed his character and
life. Sohil cried tears of vengeance, hatred, and anger. When his mind was
overworked, Mita texted her, “Hope you had a lovely morning seeing your past
and present. Tit for Tat. Have a happy life – Your Ex, Mita.”
She smiled and cried tears of happiness as everyone
favored her. She gained it all back. She secretly, hated herself for going down
to his level but he had not left her any option. “Revenge… Because it is a
sweet feeling”, she smiled and counselled herself.
Aarif hugged her from behind as an appreciation that he
would always be with her. She just stood there, letting the calmness sink in!
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