"No matter how much powerful injustice is, justice always comes at right time to seek its place over injustice," ~Author
Trisha who was a reporter in profession faced the last and the worst tragedy of her life while collecting some confidential new...
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Distance in love always causes pain either it is made intentionally or it is earned due to misunderstanding. For justifying that distance sometimes we fake about some differences which doesn't mean anything in real, at least for lovers.
Parth who was suspecting Subhashikta unlike Smiriti had made his mind to know the truth.
"Subhi, listen!" Parth was waiting for Subhashikta's arrival as she used to come college earlier for avoiding Parth.
"What are you ignoring me? Did I hurt you in any way? If yes, then please tell me," he didn't drag the conversation for making his way out towards his questions.
"It's nothing like that, Parth!" The mention of hurt by him formed lumps in her throat which made her take a pause before replying.
"Your expression isn't supporting your words. I know, I am not a superman to solve your problem, but at least I can share your pain," the utterance of pain brought an expression on his face exactly matching to his word.
"I have already stated the reason," her voice became weak after sensing his pain.
"I don't believe that. It's not academics pressure which is making you dull. It's something else which you are hiding, of course," he countered as he was confirmed that wasn't the reason.
"I am not a topper like you, and my life differs from yours one even. It's academic pressure indeed, Parth!" the differences pointed out by her in between her and his life just increased the ache of his heart.
Both were standing silently. Neither he had something to say nor she had the voice to repeat her lie.
"It's academic pressure indeed," suddenly Krish's voice was heard.
"She has to wrap her syllabus up so that she can enjoy the picnic with us. She has to revise the syllabus even, because her exam has been scheduled after picnic," Krish explained maintaining an eye contact with Subhashikta.
"Did she tell you all these?" Parth asked.
"Of course, she told," Krish was smiling looking at Subhashikta to be reciprocated by the same from her.
"I am getting late. I have to go now," with a small smile she excused herself from there.
Subhashikta was going through the dilemma thinking whether she should go picnic or not. Actually, she didn't have any intention of going picnic. She lied to convince Krish that she was fine, and academic pressure was the real reason of her stress.
That lie had back fired on her when Krish revealed her made up excuse to Parth. She was regretting for lying Krish about picnic. If she didn't go picnic then Parth would keep asking her about her sadness.
She was fearing if any day she would cry her heart out in front of Parth. She had hardly any strength to resist him around herself. If she wished to go even then how could she ask permission from Smiriti? If she dared to ask then would Smiriti allow her? She was struggling with her thoughts in silence.
"You should join the picnic, Subha!" Smiriti appeared with the answer.
Subhashikta was wondering over Smiriti's words. Then she noticed Radhika was standing behind Smiriti with a supporting look. Subhashikta understood that Radhika was informed about the picnic by Krish.
"You have my permission. Wrap up all your tasks before departure," at Smiriti's words the trios exchanged smiles.
On the other side Dinash who had taken a break from his evil activities in college planned to join college picnic.
"Dad, can I join college picnic?" Dinash was excited to get a positive reply from Dikarsh.
"What are you up to?" Dikarsh was well aware about his son's intention.
"My girl is sad nowadays, Dad. I just wish to cheer up her. You too wish her to stay happy, right?" Dinash was hoping a yes from his father even though there was no possible sign in his favour.
"She's just stressed due to her studies, and I don't think your presence is necessary to cheer her up," Dikarsh had decided not to permit Dinash.
"Please, Dad!" Dinash pleaded.
"I need you here. One of our factory is on the edge of being closed. Labourers are on strike," stating the problem Dikarsh silenced Dinash.
"Ok, Dad. I will uproot the reason of strike. Even I too didn't witness the beauty of red colour, the hot flowing blood," cruelty crept on Dinash's face, especially in his eyes.
"Watch you limits while enjoying that beauty," patting on his son's shoulder Dikarsh supported his inner thoughts.
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So readers, here's the next part.
Now questions.
(1) Any fact did you like here?
(2) Any gesture to be commented?
(3) Any guess or expectation for next?
LAXMIPATI SHRI NARAYAN, please accept the positivity of my this work as an offering to you in name of all wellbeing of my LIFELINE.
