Ramaya Reloaded

7/28/2019 Ramaya Reloaded

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tam evam guNa sa.mpannam raamam satya paraakramam || 1-1-19

jyeSTam shreSTa guNaiH yuk{}tam priyam dasharathaH sutam |

prakR^itInaam hitaiH yuk{}tam prakR^iti priya kaamyayaa || 1-1-20

yauva raajyena sa.myok{}tum aicChat priityaa mahiipatiH

Everyday my mother used to make me learn these verses, so that I get a husband like lord ram. He is

considered to be the most admirable man- Honest, Truthful, Wise, Courageous and obedient. Though

honestly; I never wished to have a man who leaves me just because laundry boy has a problem.

Thanks to the same almighty I discard, I met the one I desired.

Pratham Sharma.

And in coming three months I will be Siya Pratham Sharma. The mere thought of tiding knots with

him, gives me goose bumps.

Tall, dark, handsome, straight edge, well cultured, successful, belongs to the same community (for my

parents, it values most), knows me better than anyone else and above all, what truly matters, he love

me beyond boundaries. He can bring a smile on my face anytime. The way I say hello while picking the

call makes him predict my mood. Such is the bond between two of us. It takes him few seconds to read

whats on my mind and I hate him for that. But then thats precisely I love about him. That is why we

have spent six long years in relationship in an era where 6 month relation is considered to be long one.

One day, I was required to stay back at office as my boss wanted to submit the reports in two days; I

mean what he considers me? A robot? By the time I finished off with my work, the clock screamed 10,

and so I called up would be darling hubby to pick up me from my office, but mammas boy was helpinghis dad with some business work, and hence he advised me to take a private cab. I agreed.

Bhaiyaa take me to Avanti Vihar. I asked the cab driver. After fixing the rates, I sat in the cab. And

texted Pratham have got a taxi; will text u as I reach..!! Love yaa..!! uummmaaahhh..:*.

After a distance of around five minutes, the driver stopped the cab. I enquired What happened?

I think something is faulty, let me check. He said.

I nodded. And suddenly, the back doors opened and two guys accessed inside hastily. One of the

criminal looking men snatched my mobile phone and instructed the driver quick! Street number 4.And the bastard sped fast. They were dead drunk and brutishness spoke from their eyes. The stronger

man held both my hands so tightly that I felt blood circulation is blocked to my palm, while the man with

longer beard took a dirty cloth and tied it across my mouth, I was trying to scream loud, because by now

I knew that what was actually happening to me, but all my efforts went in vain. The only thing I could do

was to shed tears, but they were insignificant to the fiends. They stopped the cab at gloomy vicinity; I

had no clue where I was, but my struggle to make myself free and scream was still on. There was


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nothing on my mind except fear. I was constantly pleading to set me free as their touch was getting

intimate. The driver jumped into the backseat snatched away my dupatta and opened the first button of

my kurti. My tears flooded badly, my heart almost stopped beating, and I nearly lost my consciousness;

out of fright. As the driver came closer to my lips I heard shatter of glass, I was trying to recollect my

senses but I have no memory of what happened further.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself lying comfortably on the backseat with my dupatta over me. All

three scoundrels were lying injured on the road and a well built man was standing at a distance;

smoking heavily. As he came closer, my jaws dropped out ofastonishment and I questioned You?

Here?

He crushed the cigarette from his shoe, came running to me and asked You alright? finding so many

questions on my face he answered Actually I have been following you since yesterday, and when I

found you in such condition; I just got involved into this.

The day before-

I was sitting on the coffee table waiting for my fianc.

Hey Siya!

I raised my head to the heavy voice. It just took me a second to recognize him, even after 3 years.

Hey! Its you Swastik! I replied in a perplexed tone.

I was happy to see a batch mate after so long but my experiences with him made me hesitant.

Wow! This was unexpected you recognized me so quickly he said boldly, looking right into my eyes.

That was him. Bold, actually way bolder than one is suppose to be.

I looked away from him and said in a sunken tone Well not every guy hit 9 boys brutally, in four years

just because they proposed me.

He smiled and added Actually I hit 12 guys for you, remaining were not bold enough to convey their

feelings but I came to know about their plans.

This disgusts me. Who is he to fight on my name? He troubled me unconditionally during college days

which included following me to my hostel, just because I went alone. I have always hated such self

proclaimed body guards.

I said in an agitated tone Oh! I am so grateful to you, thanks a lot for creating such chaos and ruining

my image in the entire campus, being known as the dream girl of most unrighteous person.

Well I am sorry; I never intended to give you any kind of trouble. His eyes lowered.


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I never liked him, but I always admired the way he looked at me. Sense of care, love and respect for me

was inevitably apparent in his eyes.

Realizing that he was actually regretting I said Its fine! Chill! Its been long. I am sure you are over this

I noticed the way he narrowed his brows.

So how have you been? I tried to ignore and continued.

I was just passing by and saw you from the window, and was unable to control the urge to see you. He

replied.

I mean whats going on in life? I tried to be friendly.

Actually I am with a pause he continued Sorry I cannot lie to you, I spent last two nights in lock up.

I was dead drunk and they say that I hit a couple of guys. But I dont remember anything exactly. He

said very comfortably.

I gave him a tough look and questioned And you thought that I should have been with a guy like you?

I regretted the moment I spelt the words. This wasnt me. I was never this rude.

He smiled and said I know you are par above my standards, and that is why I have never expected

anything from your side. I know we are different, you are a simple girl and I am not the guy you will ever

be happy with. But I still love you.

I got irritated, realizing that even after three years and innumerable rejections he still has the same old

thing to say.

Meanwhile, I saw Pratham coming from the glass window I asked Swastik See I cannot tolerate any

further nonsense and my man is coming so you better leave!

He turned around, observed pratham coming and said You still with this rat? It will take me one punch

to knock him down.

I yelled Just shut up and leave from here! You are crossing your line you snob!

He looked into my eyes, gave a broad smile and said Take care

Swastik and Pratham exchanged cold glances at the door of the caf.

He was Swastik Das right? What was he doing here? Pratham enquired.

Hmmm he just came by to see me, and started to blabber the same old silly things about true love. I

flatly answered. Pratham tried to ignore the entire session, and changed the topic by discussing about

our marriage plans.


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I was sitting curled up in a corner, wailing my heart out. I needed a tight hug, a shoulder to cry on. A

person to say- What happened was a bad dream. You are okay and everything is going to be all right. I

wanted someone to wrap me and make me feel I wasnt there alone. But he didnt realize that. He stood

still outside the car.

When my eyes literally stopped dwelling out tears and chord refused to vibrate, I opened the door. Hehesitantly held my hand and helped me out.

I had nothing to say to him for what he did, as Thank You seemed insignificant. However, it should have

been Pratham instead of him there, I secretly wished.

Everything will be okay. His voice faded with each word. He wanted to say more but couldnt. He

wasnt good at articulating himself. But his eyes said what he couldnt. They sparkled with unconditional

love in the form of tears. I was too numb at that point of time. Had it been any other day, I would have

fainted.

Let me leave you at your place, he fumbled. We drove back to home on his bike.

This is limit! Where have you been, its 11:45. Neither had you picked my calls nor were you replying, I

was worried and came running down to your place and see, you made me wait 20 minutes! Pratham

fired on me, as he saw me at the gate of my rented house.

Actually I tried to speak in a choked voice, but then he noticed Swastik coming along with me, and

he went outrageous What the hell is he doing with you?

I sighed and barged inside the house without saying a word, because I was in no condition to speak. I

entered my room and collapsed on bed. Pratham followed me and again shouted Can I expect a reply?

I busted into fountains of tears, and then he grasped that something is really not right. I allowed myselfto cry as loud as I could, because now I was with the one who had the ability to wipe every single tear of

mine, with his power of love. He hugged me tight and asked tenderly What happened baby? Did that

brat troubled you again?

No I murmured.

My cry went deeper with every note that I shared with him. He tried to console me with all his love, but

it was tough to erase the picture of what happened.

Next morning when I woke up I discovered that all most every single news paper had the news of a girl

being raped, at Shilpi Bagh around 10:15-10:30 pm!

I was dumbstruck for a while, but then my head asked Raped? Are these guys talking about me? but I

kept my fingers crossed wishing that there should be no details about the girl, see such is the society it

was definite that the guys were brutal, but still it is the girl who has to fear about her reputation every

time, this is so ridiculous and pitiful. But media left me with haunts of humiliation and embarrassment

as I saw my sketch being on air the caption being The girl who lost her everything last night. A voice


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yelled from my head Excuse me guys, I lost nothing last night but you bastards are making me lose

everything today! Where were they when the devils were trying to strip me? The words they used to

describe the incident made me humiliated like never before.My heart wanted to scream I was not

raped! For god sake stop making me naked in front of the entire nation but I was powerless.

Pratham slammed the door as he entered my house; he had freckles of worriment all over his face. Aftermoments of silence I panicked Did you see, what these liars are broadcasting?

He kept a stone face and said It is you; who lied.

The sentence immobilized me; I asked What?

You said they just tried raping you, isnt? But the truth is different; everybody believes that you were...

I interrupted him Does that everybody includes you as well?

After keeping quiet for a while he said It doesnt even matter, let me not complicate the things he

gave a deep sigh and continued I cannot marry you

You are kidding! I said in a quivering voice.

He shook his head in disapproval. His eyes dropped pearls of helplessness and guilt.

Wha What about love? The promises? The six years that we spent? I cried.

What about my family? Who loves me since past 26 years? I cannot disobey my parents for just a girl

he prompted. Just a girl- It was his mom who made him cram these words; I was sure about it.

Please dont do this to me I pleaded. I had absolutely nothing to say. People go speechless at times;

but I went thoughtless.

Take care, I still love you but I have to leave. He said, as he banged the door. Tears started flooding

with every sound of his footsteps going away from me.

I was hoping that he comes back and say Baby I was joking, no matter what the world says Ill be with

you; always and forever. But he left me shattered, broken, lifeless and all alone; when I needed him the

most. I had no courage to talk to my family, no strength to fight the media, and no self respect left to

face the society. I wished to end up my life, as it appeared to be a curse to me and even more painful

was the fact that Pratham-the man of my dreams left me. Sita was lucky that she had an option for

Agni Pariksha, because I was bereft from that too.

But the very moment, I heard a voice I am with you- he was introvert, drunkard, unemployed, had

records at local police station for making nuisances at public place and had recently beaten up three

men so harshly that they were nearly dead. Yes it was Swastik, standing right in front of me. He declared

that whatever the world says I will always be pure for him because he loved me truly and assured me

that even if something would have really happened last night still, he would have accepted me with

same degree of proud and happiness.


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I never believed in falling for a guy, whom I hardly know, but it took me five minutes to get tingles of

ecstasy all through my body, a feeling that I had never felt before. This one minute eye contact made me

forget all my pains and I felt an unusual easiness. His few sentences blew up an entirely new life in me!

My head still convinced me that I truly love Pratham but my heart; that reached almost infinite beats

per second started calling for Swastik. I dont know if it is love, but it was only him which made it

possible for me to live a normal life and today after 12 years from the incident, I have realized that

getting married to the guy I whom I hated the most is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Swastik was the one who was destined to hold my hand when the world left me.

But the entire incident made one thing very clear that love is eternal; no matter if it is Ram or Ravan.

There is no requirement for the perfect one, if the imperfect can love you perfectly. Today when my 8

year daughter prays to god I never ask her to wish for Ram because, my Ram-the epitome of expertise

left me for no reason but the man who possessed all the bad substances accepted me honestly. Swastik

proved all the things that I learned since my childhood wrong by loving me unconditionally.

It is never about a tall, dark and handsome prince neither about a meritorious man, it is only about true

love. And trust me, I love my Ravana truly.

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