Devil Turned Angel

Chapter 1

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It was dark everywhere I turned my eyes. Not a single soul was in sight. I was getting scared with that horribly eerie silence. And then, out of the blue, a figure cloaked in a black robe appeared right in front of me. Her blood red eyes,her nefariously evil laughter were scaring me to death. I tried running but I just couldn't .Her silhouette was nearing with every passing second. She is bad, very bad. I want to run but something was stopping me. My heart beat was racing, my body sweating, her laughter was growing .Oh god! I am panicking. And there was this loud deafening noise which brought me back, rather dragged me back from another shuddery dream of my first cousin, Shanaya. I turned off the alarm and realized that I was panting. Man,that bitch could give complex to the scariest of the ghosts .I tried calming my nerves .Huh,I know that I shouldn't think about her in such manner. After all, its her funeral today and, even though, she was a complete bitch to me I should pray for her soul to be rest in peace. But there is a part of me that wants her soul to be burned in hell. We, Indians, totally believe in karma. So, shouldn't karma be a bitch to her just like she was to me .But then, again my inner goddess scolded me for thinking about my late cousin in such manner. I hate my angel inner self! She always gets on top of my devil self. I was lost in my monologue when ma came dashing in my room,donned in white kurta and trousers, freaking about how our family will get late for the funeral because of me.

"Maaeraa, you are still not ready! I don't want to be late again because of you. Your this habit will make you pay one day. ...................".

God!She again started her tirade .I zoned out somewhere in the middle .I have been listening to this one for the zillionth time. Even her words are same. I feel that she should be more innovative with her tirades regarding me. And hello! I am 25.She should stop scolding me as if I am some 10 year old.

".............Maaeraa! Are you even listening to me?",she inquired me angrily. I, seriously, have to stop zoning out every now and then .

" Ma, I will get ready in 10 mins", I replied expressionless.

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In the car, ma and papa were discussing about Shanaya. Ma has been crying non stop since the day she has heard the news of her death. Everyone was appalled by her sudden death, including me. It was a bolt from the blue. I was sitting there wondering that she would have cussed over my white baggy shirt and white leggings if she had been here. She was always the best ! A part of me is actually relieved that she is no more to make me feel little. Hello! I am also a human. But then again, my inner goddess gave me that You-are-unbelievable look. And again, I felt bad about myself for thinking like this for Shanaya.

When we arrived there I saw n number of people donned in white raiment with either shocked or mournful expressions on their face .I wondered, do they feel the same about her or it's just me. But, I brushed off the thoughts .Unlike Americans, we have our funeral in white attire. I could hear the wailing of badi ma (aunt) .Shanaya was her only daughter. She just couldn't take in the fact that she is no more .Even though, I have always hated her, I have always loved her parents. Badi ma and bade papa (uncle) have loved me like their own daughter. And I, just couldn't see her in such hard situation. It's breaking my heart. Oh god! I don't want to be here but I have to. With an utterly slow pace I entered in the house. There she was lying on the floor over a white sheet. Another white sheet was draped over her .I went near badi ma and sat beside her .From there,I could clearly see her .I was always jealous of her looks .And she made sure that I feel jealous .Even now, she was looking much better than me. Look at the arch of her eye brows .God!What's wrong with me. Here, when everyone is praying for her soul, I am thinking about her eye brows! I should seriously consider my family's advice of consulting a shrink.

While I was sitting there our life reeled in front of my eyes. Shanaya was 2 years older to me. She was better in everything than me .Whether be it looks, grades or boyfriends .I was an ugly duckling but I turned into a beautiful swan .Like every orthodox Indian desires, she was born with fair complexion and I, on the other hand, have olive complexion. She had beautifully long wavy hair while I was having plain straight hair .My features were sharp with big eyes and sharp nose .I believed she was beautiful but now when I closely observe her, I realize that her features are absolutely normal .She wasn't beautiful. She has groomed herself in such a way that people will have the illusion of her being beautiful .Okay ! That is quite satisfactory. But she was a two faced bitch. She might have been tough competition to Hitler if she was born around that time. In front of our parents, she used to act like a loving elder sister and behind their backs she used to show her true colors. She made me feel like a loser. She has always wanted the things that I desired .Whether it is a dress, a toy or even a guy .Yes! Even a guy! Shanaya always used to intentionally sashay, swaying her ass with push up bras on when my boy friends used to come to my place. I was a late bloomer. So, whenever my boy friends used to see me with my chest flat like washboard and her bust spilling out from her bra they left me and go head over heels crazy for her. She once even made out with one of my boy friend,the guy on whom I had a long time crush ! And when we grew up, she used to make me feel low about my career. She used to brag how great she is doing working as the chief attorney for the Manhattan's best auditing company,The Downey's .For her, I was 'just' an associate editor for the magazine,Beau Monde which, for the record, is the best fashion magazine of NYC .Even my parents, instead of supporting me, have advised me that its still not late to be an attorney like my super cousin! According to them, I should get a real job. I was so drowned in my soliloquy of Shanaya that I thought I heard her voice. God! What's happening to me. I have to absorb the fact that she is no more. But then, I again heard the same voice. My head snapped in that direction but nothing. Okay! Now I should seriously consider consulting a shrink. Ever since Zach broke up with me, my family think that I have been acting a bit strangely. Fine, I was depressed. I thought that we were heading to something serious. I had even decided our kid's name. I was truly, deeply and madly in love with Zach. But turned out that he wasn't ready for a serious relationship .He said that he needed break and in the disguise of the so called break, he broke up The break up really shattered me. The whole time I used to stay lost staring into the empty space and listening to mournful and sad songs of heart breaks. Taylor Swift's songs were on repeat mode. Seriously!Taylor Swift! .My parents got really worried. And it was Shanaya that suggested my parents to consult me to a shrink because for her I have been losing my sanity and have been acting like some weirdo. I feel that she should have changed her name to Cruella, as that would suit her personality. And again, my inner goddess jumped into scene.

My inner goddess: "Seriously, Maaeraa!Let me remind you that you are at her funeral ."

Me:" I know that!"

My inner goddess (glaring at me with her lips twitched in an angry way, she yelled ):" Oh really! Then shouldn't you consider, something called........ being mature!" .

I pouted making her to stomp out in exasperation.

And again, I heard that faint sound . I know this voice. The one that I hate and, at the same time, dread from my childhood. I am sure that it's Shanaya's .But it's just impossible. She is dead .Her body is

laying, right in front of me .The voice

is getting closer and closer with every passing moment .I couldn't dare to look in the direction of the voice. My heart is hammering inside my chest .I couldn't take it anymore and I slowly raised my head to see from where the voice was coming .And what I find was, really baffling. My jaw dropped. I am sure my lower jaw must have been dropped to the floor. My eyes, literally, popped out from the sockets. My heart beats sky rocketed. It was her! It was..... Shanaya, my cousin who died in a car accident .

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