The Chronicles Of Subhadra Hegde √

Chronicle 3

When Subhadra Hegde walked, even storm gave a way.

An opinion most men held about her.

This woman could turn multiple heads at a time, with her breathless presence.

And yet they whispered that she had dated no one after....after her husband jumped from the fourth floor of a multistorey, their dwelling.

Killing himself.

That was almost eight years back.

Rumors can be dangerous you see, 'cause there have been rumors doing rounds, that she pushed him. And neither only that, there have been more heartbreaking rumours. They say, soon after her husband died, her five years old daughter Myra was no longer to be seen with her. And since no one ever got the permission to enter her home, no one knew where she had disappeared.

Some men who found Subhadra breathtaking, claimed that Myra went to a boarding, others say, Myra was suffering from a rare blood disease inherited from her father, and had expired. They had seen (stalked) Subhadra standing before a grave at St. Paul's Cemetery. Others, mostly jealous women, whispered, Myra was killed and buried in the house itself.

Subhadra Hegde walked into Kunal Verma's cabin. Her immediate senior, batch 2 post graduations. And her shameless admirer whom she had tried to kiss last week but puked.

Ravi sat in the chair before him, and almost jolted with her sudden entry.

Ravi, her batchmate, belonged to the terrible minority who didn't find Subhadra Hegde attractive. But, there could be a second stand about it. You usually claim to dislike someone who doesn't pay attention to your needs. Had they done so, the story would work out differently.

Kunal was staring intently at the laptop, but immediately thrashed it closed with Subhadra jumping up to sit on the table.

" What was that? Blue film? "

" Sh-ut u--up ! " , Kunal coughed and glared.

Ravi banged the door and left, evidently displeased with the second presence. Subhadra trailed his path and turned to Kunal,

" Is he gay? Sticks too much to you and frowns with me around."

Kunal's eyes twinkled mischief.
" More than him, you sound jealous. "

" You wish.
Anyways,I heard someone died!?"

" Someone? Rishabh Nayerr died. The one you befriended lately. "

" Jeez! That's news I believe. Subhi, get ready to be summoned by 'authority' for murdering another cancer patient whom you 'befriended." , Subhadra mocked.

" Definitely. You'll soon be. " , Kunal chuckled.

" Do you think you're allowed to joke with me? "

" I wish. But I beg your pardon for already doing that. A cancer victim dying of heart attack is no news Subhi, none's gonna summon you even if you killed one patient daily. "

Subhadra stared coldly into his eyes, and then uttered,

" What good does everyone feel to see a murderer in me? You thing we are discussing a very light subject? "

The smile on Kunal's face disappeared.

" Subhi, I was just... "

" You are not allowed to joke with me Kunal Verma! " , Subhadra Hegde declared distinctly.

" But...

I'm definitely allowed to joke with you. Look at you. " , she finished breaking into a devastating laughter.

Kunal let his breath out he had been almost holding.

" God! Subhadra Hegde, you're sick! " , and he joined the laughter.

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" What can we do madam, we are poor people, cannot make ends meet. How can we afford her operation? Big doctor tells we need 2 lakhs. Who give us so much money madam? Who trust us? Why even? I cannot return the money any day. " , the old man with messed up hair and torn shirt blabbered staring at his girl, who was suffering from lymphosarcoma of intestine. (pardon his English)

Subhadra stared at the skeletal girl who stared back at her, smiling yet.
Subhadra smiled back and pushed her fingers through her hair.

" Wanna live? " , she asked her. Though very leading a question, yet the girl answered back nothing.

Pain took away the energy to live....

Subhadra stared deep into her eyes,
" Wanna die? " , she whispered.

The girl immediately nodded a no. How funny, when life hurt, but death frightened..

Subhadra stepped back and took out an ATM card. Handing it to the father.
" I guess this account of mine has got 3 lakhs at present. I don't carry a cheque book. You can roam around different counters and collect the entire amount using this card though. 8694 is the number. "

The man stood dumbstruck.

Subhadra was leaving, but then said,
" Don't worry. Once you are done, I'll change the password and get a new card. Even I don't trust you!! The difference is, I don't need the money back. And yeah, take out 2 lakhs only. Humanity you see. "

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Subhadra Hegde stood before a glaring laptop that showed a CCTV footage.

Naresh Tripathi sat holding his temple. While Pooja Behl sat with a shamelessly evil grin on her face.

" What were you offering last night to Rishabh that caused his heart attack, Dr Subhadra Hegde? " , Pooja Behl's horrible voice hit her eardrum.

Subhadra Hegde stood, still, clenching her teeth. Her phone suddenly broke the silence, dancing with a smexy ringtone right now..

" So it's gonna be forever?
Or it's gonna go down in flames!
You can tell me when it's over, mm
If the high was worth the pain!
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game!!! "

Subhadra silenced the phone, but broke into a laughter. Horrifying the ones before her.

A lunatic laughter, indecipherable.

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I was thinking of updating this, when suddenly coincidentally someone asked me to as well, making me realize that even this rant has few (maybe one only) readers waiting for it.

Hence dedicating this chapter to sharma_sonali

With love,
Kaushi 💕