Denied By Destiny

“Now other things don't matter. Time to pay back, to smile things off but to learn from the time gone!” Prerna stumbled out of her bed...ostracized stance, exacerbated steps. The kitchen wasn't far and the coffee wasn't much atop. The milk appeared wine-red as she poured it over the not-so-rich black coffee in the mug. “Black is shame” she mumbled frailly. Prerna had succumbed to the delusions she'd been having since her eighteen, and now at twenty, the soul of her passed-away teenage scolded her for her stupidity in choosing the 'him' . The bitterness of the coffee failed to out-taste her sour agony. In a pair of jeans that fit her loose yet hurting, she attempted a limp towards the door. Her destination was far ahead of it but her condition dozed off in the middle of the path and Prerna's body whammed the floor, obeying the immediate orders from within.
The house was messed up. It was untidy like a devilish ballroom and it seemed some residents of the evil abode had recently been there.
. . .
“Your grace won't be demeaned, soul will turn colourful and agony will be suppressed. He's the right one, never let go.”
Prerna freed herself from a common delusive dream which she'd been seeing since two years. “The same old man always....” Thanks to her mom's wake-up phone call, she could wake up early for her examination. She zoomed through the basin and bathing was sonic-quick. The grin on her face resembled the joy in Emperor Babur's Shalimar gardens. Prerna, before leaving home for college, quickly handled her diary and a pen.
At college, the day was fine and it snowed for Prerna even in a raged sunbeam. “Hey! Got ice-cream in your lunch-box today?” A curious friend inquired. “Hunger dies when a thought is tastier than an ice-cream!” Prerna smirked.
She walked back home to find emptiness and a recall that her parents would be back in two days time. A black coffee, she thought, could be the best way to share brewed-in lopsidedness.
Karan purchased white lilies and cotton candy. He knew his attempts would be marked next to transgression, but he preferred being a sinner after all. He threw open his wardrobe to his friends, begging for suggestions on what he should wear. As expected, the request wasn't taken seriously and a mess was thus generated in the room. Finally, Karan got his thread for the day. After several rejections, his desire and unbroken consistency, his hope grew shamelessly like a creeper, without caring of the consequence. He loved, but he didn't love pure they said. It was rumored that Karan could lick a girl's feet just to give a consensual form to his lust for her.
“Remember Prerna, you reject me here but we will meet...somewhere aloof from here. I'm sure we will. I might sound foolish but my heart just says it.” Karan's heart paced up with every step he took towards his assumed heaven.
He was all set to ring the door-bell at Prerna's house and just say 'it' repeatedly untill she accepted his mysterious proposal containing stained honesty. Fearing this blaze of desire in him, she'd always stayed away from him and his intentions whatsoever. But deep down there, in the backyard of an opprobrious heart, she had recently planted a seed of love in his name. Unaware of this fact, Karan was indulged in planning something to heal the prick of rejection.He changed his mind en route and decided to jump in off the garden wall. As he started gathering bits of confidence, he witnessed a pack of roughly ten wolves, not men whiling away time on the same street. An idea which was either innocuously pure or disastrously sharp crossed his mind.
The winds suddenly grew colder and the atmosphere sobbed as sunlight betrayed it. The birds, terrified, left the vicinity after getting intuitions of a voracious danger; An incident having the power to modify impressions.
Ten huge and heartless hounds locked the door from within, throwing a victorious glance at a much-horrified Prerna. The vases, showpieces and other articles kept in the drawing-room became cold-footed fearing their awaited displacement to sheer mess. They moved ahead, Prerna was just seven steps ahead. The room ended in eight. Air contained fear and heart wouldn't stop the attempts to spill out on the floor, accompanied with blood. Starting from the smoothness of her skin to the roughness of her pubic hair, everything was put up for dominance at that moment. The regents of that conquered empire were ten, who had divided it amongst themselves in order to yield their own patches of cruelty. They harshly caressed her opinion about men, gushing their fiery malevolence way in her shuddering and weak reservation. Her tears stared continuously at the absence of her saviour and cursed her destiny with every stroke of the male-chauvinism’s severity. She couldn't bear it after thirty-five minutes as her feminine was red to the core and the sweating hefty bears were by then ready to break chords with her.
They isolated her in the crowd of bitter convictions, pushed her on the thorns of the pain lent by dominance and buried her plundered womb in the ambit of her gut. They taught her that females can be won with ease, be it ethical or not, if they do not bend. Prerna's love for someone now got transformed into serious prejudice. She knew what happened to her was in reality an outcome of someone's well-groomed frustration. Yes, this was the guy she was going to accept as her beloved. A guy who deflowered her....rather got her deflowered.
It was time she tore the pages of her diary where she had recently inked her heart out for someone, maybe the wrong person...
“I'm on the cliff of my hatred,
about to fall in the field of your affection.
Your determination struck my heart,
waking it up to love Oh my companion.
Come like the autumn's wind, come with the flow.
Push me with force so gently,
that I smile, grin and let go.
Deep in your love I wish to fall,
come Oh gem! Push me!
What's keeping me is my own shy,
come blow it with force so gently.
I will be playful, act like a princess,
let ten people assure me first,
that you'll be mine in all mess.
I don't wish to wait here for long,
but doubt is blocking my leap of faith.
Come push me Oh my companion!
Come blow it with force so gently.”
A man in his fifties, sat beside an unconscious Prerna and her broken coffee mug. “Your grace is now demeaned, soul devoid of colours and agony has oppressed you. He was the right one, you chose him, but a little late.”
The cops intervening the scene, held the man and after observing the girl's devastated condition, charged him with rape; A brutal one. A witness informed the police that he'd noticed a group of ten or eleven outside Prerna's house then.
Alka shut her laptop after reading the dreadful tale of Prerna and her unfortunate life. Even after having it read several times, she wept everytime she went through it. She got up from Prerna's grave and trudged her way back home. “Sometimes, answers vanish or get fused with some myth. I wish if the truth summoned me.” Alka came home to no one. The scenes of Prerna's life appeared before her eyes but she was now a sadist and never cared about her own security any longer. After some red wine, bed called her to temporary comfort. Now, she would sleep only to hide from her pain for sometime.
“I wish we could establish our control over the occurrences in our lives” Prerna expressed as the prisoner listened. “My child, if that would have happened, then none of us would have died ever.” Both of them finally met each other apart from dreams, but in another dreamland; Heaven.
“My soul aches, I weep in every corner of this sacred paradise. It's been filled with my moans, those screams and that fear!” Prerna broke into tears. Her white silk gown bore her supernatural tears and tried to calm her with it's colour of divinity. “When I started loving him, he stabbed my belief with the dagger of his masked sincerity.”
“I'm his father, Prerna. He's not your criminal. When he was buried by the goons in your backyard, he breathed his last amidst mud, insects and....your name. Love is greater than destiny. His soul found its heaven where you once lived. Remember for births and ages, “If love is denied by destiny, away from this world the two will meet.”
Somewhere in the heavenly valleys and through the fields of purple flowers, Karan and Prerna hugged each other's folly. The air did not carry misunderstanding, the rivers were not doubtful and the hills there.....had trust at the pinnacle.
Is true love destined to live only at the Almighty’s feet?
Has prejudice and misunderstanding buried affection in the backyard of its fate?
Is love denied by destiny to some, out of jealousy?
Alka woke up, smiling with all her heart. “Rest In Peace, Love. Rest In Peace, Son.”