Dear Readers
This story starts off a little slow but it has a lot more to the story as it goes on. I hope you like it. Please rate and comment
On a little island not too far away from main land India lived a group of teenagers, they were born and grew up on this little and very exotic island. Three people walked towards the deck one was a boys around the age of sixteen and behind him were two policemen, the boy was handcuffed and being led off the island. They were just about to step onto the boat when a young girl around the same age ran out towards the docks.
Girl: SWAYAM!!
The three of them stopped in their tracks and looked back. Swayam’s eyes opened wide as he stared at the girl.
Swayam: Kria?
Kria ran towards Swayam and hugged him while tears ran down her eyes, then after a moment she stepped back and looked closely at him. Swayam looked towards the officer and pleaded through his eyes; slowly the policeman nodded his head slightly and unlocked his handcuffs.
Swayam: Thanks… - to the officer; who looked away tears also in his eye
Swayam turned to Kria and they both stepped forward at the same time and hugged each other.
Kria: Hurry back okay… – still crying
Swayam: I always do you know that… - with a small smile
Kria smiled and pulled away and they stared at each other until they heard someone cleared their throat and they both looked around to see the policeman walked forward.
Officer: Come on Mr. Sheqawat we’re on a schedule… – not looking at Swayam
Swayam: What’s up officer?…No jokes today? – smiling slowly
Officer: - looking at Swayam with a shocked expression - …Since when have you called me officer?
Swayam: Since when have you called me Mr. Sheqawat…?
Officer: Oh…haha very funny come on let’s go Swayam…
Swayam: Ok Love Guru Armaan… - he winked and Armaan smiled
Swayam: - turned back to Kria - …I have to go…
Kria: Take care…
Swayam looked around one last time at the island as if he was waiting for someone to appear.
Kria: She won’t come…
Swayam: I know... – slowly - …bye...
Without another word he walked onto the ferry and the boat started to move towards mainland. Kria looked out at sea to the boat where her friend was being carried away.
Kria: - thinking to herself - …Why did I even come here...? Why am I taking Swayam’s side after what he did…? Is this right…? No one else is here to say goodbye so why am I here…? – slowly shaking her head she turned and walked back towards the island
Swayam saw Kria turn around and knew that maybe she was the only person left on the island who he could call a friend…or not? Slowly he turned around and backed his home, his friends, his life and his island to which he knew would be a harder life...
