All for Love

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PART – I

It was a warm night, neither humid nor too hot – in fact just right for a stroll. But it was 11.30 pm , not late by metro standards. But in the suburbs where the company township was situated, it was way too late. The highway was about ½ km away  and occasionally the hum of heavy vehicles passing by, could be heard but other than that , it was quiet with only the chirping of the cicadas in the background.


Ranjan hurried along the small lanes of the VIP quarters , isolated and further away, in the moonless night, frequently giving furtive glances around him. He seemed tense but strode ahead with purposeful steps, until he reached a particular bungalow. He stopped in front of it and stared at it for a few minutes. The senior level executives were issued spacious bungalows with lawns while the junior and the mid level executives were assigned one bedroom and two bedroom apartments, a fact that did not go well with them , after all the divide was quite unreasonable they thought. But this was not the issue at the moment. He was here for his own personal reasons…

It was quiet and dark on the other side of the wall. One notable thing was that the street lights were few and far between and most of them were not working.  The spot, where he was standing was shrouded in darkness, which suited him just fine.. There was no sign of any activity inside the rooms of the freshly whitewashed bungalow of Mr. Gupta. Only a dim red light flickered through the curtains of a room, most probably the master bedroom. He scratched his head and tried to remember if Mr. Gupta had a dog and, No ! No dogs, no watchman., so nothing to be afraid of. Yes! Everything was going according to plan. Mr. Gupta was out with the executive board members in the Company Club house entertaining the overseas client trying to secure the coveted deal, which meant that he will not be back before 2 am. That left him with enough time to accomplish whatever he had come for.

He gave another glance towards his left and right and also the two bungalows flanking it , but all was silent. It would be a fool who would be out at that hour leaving the comfort of a bed and wife to roam about here and there…. He smiled at the private joke. He touched the gate gingerly. It was an iron gate. He tried to move it but it gave a low audible creak and he stopped.

“Damn!Asha , my sweet little fool. Why does she have to wish for near impossible things.” He could not afford to make any noise. He was dressed in track pants and a rubber soled shoes . He also shockingly realized that he did not have his cell phone nor any identity proof with him in case of an emergency.

He decided that the best and fastest approach inside would be to climb over the low brick wall.

“ Asha! How you bewitch me!” He sighed, “All for love!” The brick wall  was not high  but it still disrupted the normal functioning of his 37 year old  body for a few seconds, after he climbed over and jumped onto the other side clumsily. But thankfully the grass was thick which carpeted both his fall and the noise. He panted. His heart was racing at 100 beats/min ( more out of anxiety) and coupled with that he experienced an alien sensations gurgling deep inside his stomach. After all this was the first time he trespassed someone else’s property.

He nearly gave up and retreated , but then he calmed himself , took some deep breaths and sat on the soft grass for a few moments.

“ No snakes, I hope” he thought peering in the darkness. He had to do it today. He was not going to get a better opportunity to come here.

His hate quotient multiplied, knowing his nemesis Gupta, deserved every bit of it. Mr.Gupta fitted the description of a monster boss to a Tee. Ranjan first came across him eight months back when Mr.Gupta was transferred from their Bareilly unit. The dislike was mutual and the Monster made his life miserable. Finally after requesting the administration and literally prostrating himself in front of them, he was transferred to another unit ,but the scars remained till date . It took all his patience not to physically assault his boss.  He used to often wonder how could anyone tolerate Mr.Gupta. How did his wife and children cope with him? He knew that Gupta had two sons aged 9 and 6 years. What did they think of him? Was this monster a normal person? He did not seem to have any friends or associates either. The only admirable thing about him though was that he had not seen  anyone else with a greener thumb than his. He kept an impeccable garden and was the subject of envy among the others.

He looked at his watch . He had sat there lost in thoughts for almost 15 minutes. He stood up, smiling , he turned towards the verandah!…

“Asha,! Its your birthday and I want you to be happy”.he chanted in his thoughts. He felt the air cooler comparatively, on his way back home. Was it so late? He again looked at his watch and then his eyes went to the ‘ package ‘ he was holding. Tenderly , he shifted the banana leaf holding ‘it’ slightly. He smiled , pleased with himself his face glowing with  satisfaction. He did not feel the least bit exhausted after his nightly caper. His step was light and springy.

He smiled again when he reached his apartment block, but his smile disappeared when he saw the watchman napping in  a chair near the lift. If he was seen , it would give him away  instantly and there would be a big scandal. As it is, it was a small town and things get to spread fast over here – be it news, rumors, fire or illness.

“What do I do now?” he thought shifting restlessly. There was no other way out.

He had to take the stairs, but for that he had to walk through the well lit lobby and down the corridor. He looked up at the window of his apartment on the third floor.

“ All for love”! He sighed and he tip-toed towards the staircase… He gave a last timid glance at the watchman before disappearing up the stairs. “Thank God! He is asleep” and stifled a chuckle at the irony. He started climbing the stairs slowly . sprinting was not an option, lest he woke up the entire household!. Panting, he reached the door of his flat. He took out his key and silently opened the door. When his eyes adjusted in the darkness, he walked past the drawing room to the bedroom. He stared at his wife from the door. She was still sleeping . She looked so innocent and angelic in the dim light. He walked in , sat beside her and touched her cheeks tenderly. She stirred in her sleep . He was still holding the ‘package’ and he moved towards the bathroom, when, she woke up.

She was fully awake within seconds.

“Ranjan? Where had you been so long?”

He froze and then turned around slowly- smiling broadly.

PART – II (The Ending in 500 words)

“I just went for a walk”, he replied calmly without showing any fright on seeing her awake.

“Walk at this hour of night? What is that in your hand?” asked his wife, Maya.

She was witty indeed to have noticed the ‘package’ which he had been hiding behind his back.

“I met Mr. Khanna while I was heading home and he gave me this” said Ranjan, while handing her the package.

“Sweets? Did their daughter-in-law give birth to..”

“A son! Yes. That was the reason”. She seemed to have bought the lie since there were no further questions from her side.

This thing called ‘Love’ can make one do anything. How could Ranjan say that Asha had made those sweets just for him? His Asha, the one woman he loved so much in his life.

The next day Ranjan woke up late and had to rush to the office. As soon as he reached office, he saw someone waiting for him.

Mr. Mehta, his colleague came to him and whispered “Come with me for a minute. I want to talk to you.”

“I saw you jump across the brick wall and enter Mr.Gupta’s house yesterday. What exactly were you doing?” He also added, “I have not informed Mr.Gupta about this yet”, as soon as he saw sweat form on Ranjan’s forehead.

While trying to enter Mr.Gupta’s house the previous night, Ranjan had not given a thought towards Mr.Gupta’s neighbors. Mr.Mehta just happened to be one of them.

Now what did Mr.Mehta want from him? It was the question of Asha’s life. After all, her married life was at stake and he did not want to ruin her life.

Ranjan took out his handkerchief and wiped across his face. “It is Asha’s, I mean Mrs. Gupta’s birthday today. I wanted to wish her and give her a present.”

Ranjan knew how Mr.Gupta had already gotten him demoted once. Ranjan could not stop himself from recalling those wretched days when his dream of having a successful career had crumbled before his eyes, just like that.

“I swear to fasten my mouth about this but on one condition”, said Mr.Mehta suddenly with a sideways smile.

“If this is all about money, I can give you any amount. How much do you want?”

“No, I want a valid explanation from you for sneaking so late in the night.” Mr.Mehta was not ready to leave him yet.

“Okay”, Ranjan started in a resigned tone. “I did not want her kids to know, since they might end up telling their father. I went because Asha wanted me to come. I know how much Mr.Gupta hates me and I can’t stop thinking how she made a wrong choice in marrying that monster.”

Mr.Mehta could not believe what he was hearing. An affair?!

“Are you in love with her?”

Ranjan was in tears now. “Yes, I am. From the day she was born. Asha happens to be my one and only lovely sister”.

It was all for love.

P.S: This story got voted in the first round and has entered the shortlisted candidates’ list 🙂

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18 thoughts on “All for Love

    • Thanks Kanagu 😀 Mr.Gupta is not a good man. Ranjan says that in the story that he never wanted his sister to marry him but she still married him. He just hates Ranjan (maybe because Ranjan was against their marriage?)

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  1. I had wanted to do this contest but couldn’t manage the time… Reading the whole thing for the first time in your blog. And I think yours deserves to be one of the finalists.
    Something I admire about you, in this worlld of good, bad and ugly, you are one person who I have found to focus on the good, happier and the hopeful. You show faith. i ADMIRE WHO YOU ARE. It is what makes even your blog resplendent. Hats off to you!
    Wonderful Finish! All the best for the next stage. Congrats in advance!
    Also for BAT 8… You’ll win.
    🙂

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  2. Wonderful story Avada! Sorry I am late to read and comment as I am out of blogger word now a days but better late than never! Congrats on making it to the 3rd round! You deserve it!

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