Mafia's Baby Girl | Ongoing

Chapter 2

Abhigyan

My very own spontaneous calligraphy appeared sardonic to me as if it had slapped me across my cheeks when I was on the closing lines, bringing me back to my pathetic reality.

The lines read:

"Back to Abhigyan," he muttered to himself, once he was inside the safe vicinity of his car, and took out the silicone mask he applied every time he was in his dark world, feeling extremely relaxed now.

This was the fu*king actuality of my life.

The paper on which I had coerced myself to write the happenings of my life was long turned into ashes now. I chuckled gravely and flushed the smouldering remains inside the commode.

No one was cognizant of my reality.

Time and again, my conscious mind used to overpower me, to tell the truth to someone. To maybe my mother who loved me to the moon and back.

But only I knew what repercussions it could bore. More than tribulation it'd lead to disaster and who knows - abandonment of my existence from my incredibly lovable family.

To relax my always-perturbed mind and soul, I used to write the 'Past, Present & Future' of my life followed by flaming the very same inked paper which used to have those dark secrets I prayed no one ever gets to know about.

I had always overheard people saying that hobbies are the stress-busters that everyone should do at least once a day, but for me, my hobby of writing was the only medication on which the delicate threads of my life were dangling. It was my way of meditation to tranquillize my soul which was divided into two conflicting characters for the last eight years.

I had two contrasting personalities to live: one, of a saviour and two, of an assassin.

And at times, it had been extremely excruciating to handle both the characters. One could grant me heaven, another hell and I was ensnared between both.

I lamented and ignited my cigarette.

The nicotine doing its work as fast as light, eventually unwinding my tensed spirit.

The autumn night was crisp with the frigid breeze nipping my almost dry skin.

This reminded me of the night when the roses were red, the sky was blue, I was a happy boy; with my best friend Veeru.

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Rishi Dhawan.

The guy who was always smiling, teasing, laughing or playing a prank on someone. That was why he was called the happiest heart of the school.

We have been best friends since kindergarten times and our houses were adjacent to each other. That made us the sons of each other's parents too. So much like that 'Jo tera hai wo Mera hai' song.

Our friendship was so deep that I took Science (Medical) stream because Rishi was opting for it too. I was always that guy who was the problem-solver of every household computer. But for Rishi, I turned into a surgeon to take care of the injuries of the biological computers aka humans.

Our friends had even named us as the pair of Jay & Veeru! I as Jay and Rishi as Veeru because we were inseparable just like the pair of Jay-Veeru of the movie, Sholay.

Thankfully, in our Medical entrance exams, our scores were almost the same; landing both of us in the same government medical college which was one of the best and oldest medical colleges in India.