He though to himself. Could it be true? Perhaps the villagers had been right.


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Once inside, Rajlakshmi could see them no where. She wondered what had happened to them. In the abject silence of the place, she could hear a set of boots clashing against the grass.


Until at last she heard a scream.


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The doorbell rang. They both looked at each other, strangely an emotion of relief fell through on both sides.

“I will attend to it,” he spoke and quietly rose from the table.

He briskly walked towards the entrance and swung open the door.

For a few moments he felt dizzy. How could it be possible? He thought. It was fifteen years ago all over again. Similar height, similar eyes and the same over confidence aroma in the personality. He could not believe it.

“Azhar,” he heard his wife speak from behind.

And the young man, bruised all over, managed to nod and smile.

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It was of course Rajlakshmi who first broke the ice. Her husband seemed to be in some far away land ever since Azhar had arrived.

Could you blame him? She thought. The first time she had seen him in the garden speaking to her daughter, she felt a strange feeling of numbness take over her too.

Same looks, same smile and same hint of arrogance in the personality.

It is not his influence that bothers me so much as much as your reasons to be with him.


“Will you take us through it?” she asked softly.


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They exchanged a dark look.


“Can you run us through your conversation perhaps?” her father spoke, supporting a weak smile by now.


He felt sorry for them, really. To sustain all of this, takes courage. And now watching them sit together in peace, looking largely not flustered, he was very impressed.


“I remember my last word was ‘sugar’. Only couple of minutes later she jumped upon me,” he replied, sipping water off the glass on the side.


They suddenly looked scared.


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contd. at Why did you come back?-Part 27

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And this time again, I am taking part in the thirty day writing challenge UBC. I have completed the challenge successfully twice before. Once in July and another time in October. Both these times I wrote a thirty-part running story and even released them as novellas. You can download them from The Other Side of Human love and The Unsent Life.

And with me my fellow bloggers are also participating in the festival, I would love it if you could go around and provide them much needed motivation too. Trust me we all thrive on it. 

Shilpa                                           

Kajal                                  

Suzy                                           

Jairam  

Sheethal                                      

Kathy                                                      

Michelle
Nabanita
Aayesha
Amritt

If you are also taking part in UBC then please do leave your blog link in the comments.

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