Heart to Heart

chapter 2

In this house, there were many people besides me and Turya, and they all seemed to be servants. But if so many people were here, then why didn't anyone save me? Everyone allowed so much injustice to happen to me, not a single person intervened? The question was spinning in my head when Turya grabbed my hand and pulled me outside, urging me to get into the car.

"It's time to go, babe."

"Don't call me by such an odd name."

"So, what should I call you?"

"My name is Heer. One minute, why would you call me anyway?"

"Why wouldn't I call you?"

"Everything you needed from me is over. You've already plundered everything I had, so why bother calling me now?"

Turya didn't say anything, just looked at me for a moment before starting the car.

Turya Ahmed Chowdhury, alias Rockstar Turya, Bangladesh's singing sensation, youth icon. In just a few years, he has won everyone's hearts with his singing talent. It's not that we know each other, but there are very few people who don't recognize him. I vividly remember the day I first saw him. It was almost fifteen days ago at a concert with my cousin Rahi. That day, I couldn't understand at once, how low a person could be. I've been staring outside, tears streaming down. Maybe Turya turned to look at me a few times, but I have no desire to see the face of this beast.

The car stopped right in front of my house, meaning everything was planned. He had all my information beforehand. Opening the car door, I stepped into the house in a hurry. Maybe he had knocked twice from behind. But none of it mattered to me.

As I entered the house, I was caught.

"Why the delay? Whose saree is this?"

I was stuck in a moment.

What answer should I give? Nothing comes to mind. Creating an excuse of illness, I entered the house and closed the door behind me. Now it feels like my pain and suffering don't matter anymore. I feel like dying, feeling dirty. I took the saree, opened it, and set it on fire, why did I do this, I don't know. But it feels like if I could burn Turya in place of the saree, I would find much peace. I went to the bathroom and sat under the shower, crying. Today, Aunt Rahir's words are haunting me. If Aunt had survived today, I would have been able to share all my pain with her. Mama-mami, Rahi, Ryan, everyone is very good, but a mother is a mother after all.

Thinking of Ryan makes me cry even more. How things have changed. How much he loves me and what I am. Sigh! I hate myself more than anyone. If Ryan knows everything, then what will happen? Will Ryan accept me anymore? Yes, Ryan will accept me. Ryan loves me very much, but he will be hurt. How will I deceive Ryan? And I can't think. Crying, I start to hiccup. I don't know how long I've been crying like this and soaking wet. A sudden desire to dry up comes over me. Maybe my stain will be washed away with this water.

There's a knock on the door, Mama and Rahi are calling. I can't stay like this any longer. They'll suspect. Quickly changing my clothes, I leave and hurriedly close the door. I lay down after locking the door, feeling a little tired.

Turya is standing on the balcony, holding a guitar in his hand, and a melancholy tune in his throat. 🎼🎼

Heart beats fast, colors and promises
How to be brave ? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

one step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you 
Darling don't be afraid
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand years more

                                                                        (Christina Perri)