The door smashed open due to the fatal wind and she saw a horrifying hand approaching her. It was a déjà vu but gradually turning into reality. She was petrified, she screamed! Her mother shook her up as it was time for her classes. Oh God! what a terrifying dream it was. So vandalizing.
So, what did I just said time for her classes, not something naive for her, something so monotonous to everyone else but for her it was her 'Guitar Classes'. She's always wanted to be a part of one but not by gaining an experience of learning a guitar but that of a violin. She's always fantasized something called a violin, but the irony was that she was learning a guitar. But it was him who learned the violin had her heart.
It wasn't love but just a pretty good feeling which was deemed yet. It wasn't from the day she saw him, but it was by degrees. Was it obsession? An infatuation? Or rather just a crush.. She didn't knew what it was but whatever it was it gave her a feeling of immense satisfaction, as though she had lived all sixteen years of her life in those three months. She grabbed her guitar, picked up her moped keys and rushed downstairs. Her pony tail swung in excitement, her heart pounded and a rush of adrenaline went through her spine. All sixteen years of her life she's always been a perfect child, a brilliant scholar, but was always deprived of this weird feeling. She has never looked at a guy with so much love ever. was he someone special?
By the way, she reached the classes, opened the door and it was him who greeted her with a warm smile. That smiled for which she's longed for years. She sat on the stool offered by him. His eyes were deep as if having a large sea of secrets within. He played his violin and she felt completely lost in his world as if being hypnotized. He asked her out of curiosity, "You'll learn it easily, the violin, You wanna try ?" His words floated in her mind and she responded in affirmation. She held his violin in her arms. He quickly guided ,"No,no not like this." HE touched her arm, grasped her fingers, his hands commanded her through the strings of the violin. Her body felt fervor, his touch was rough yet smooth, agitated yet poise. Oh I forgot to mention that it was her last class, after which she was going to take 3 months break, so it was his. Deep down they both knew, they had something for each other which was left unreciprocated...
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While both were off the classes, they continuously chatted on Facebook, Instagram, he liked her poems, she liked him. They shared secrets, stories, ideas, deepest desires and ambitions. They began to enjoy each other's company. Their love blossomed in the walls of the virtual world. their virtual or rather real love had become so powerful as if they would fight the whole world. Both knew, deep down, when they'll meet nothing will remain the same. And that's what happened exactly 3 months later...
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"Yea..I am in classes, yes after a long time." she chatted on her cell with her best friend. She came out and chatted. After a minute or so, she hanged her cell and turned back to the door to enter the class. To her surprise, it was him standing to greet her, she felt insensate, as if in a dream. After a reality check she gathered the courage to greet him with a "HI!" What happened next was beyond words, beyond feelings, beyond senses. Dumbstruck she was when he came close. Smiled at her, and hugged her. She became numb. Was it due to the feeling she thought she would never experience, or due to the charismatic look of his eyes. After a pause she regained consciousness and hugged him back, this time very lightly as though all her power has been lost in his arms.
After a while they parted. A loss of speech was what they experienced. Smiled awkwardly and went inside without uttering a word. The gazes he gave her were intense enough to justify his love for her, and the serenity in her eyes were agitated enough to justify her contentment.
Days passed briskly, nights became risky, they date and rose in love with each passing day. They never said those three magical words yet their feelings reciprocated through their eyes. After all words are not everything. The gentleness of his touch, the warmness of his voice, the intense look of his eyes gave her immense pleasure as though she received everything she wanted, in her whole lifetime.
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Few months later, oh his 20th HBD she thought to surprise him. But she never knew that life would surprise her. As she entered his room with a heart full of love, a bouquet full of flowers and a mind full of happiness, she stopped at the doorstep."Yes, our plan will be executed, the grand central will surely be bombed tomorrow. Yea.. we'll succeed. All the best." She was dumbstruck, what instilled her can't be described. He saw her standing with a heart full of guilt , eyes full of tears and a mind full of hatred. He held her hand and pinned her to the wall, "Mind if you tell anyone anything. I know I should've told you that but don't worry I won't harm you.We;ll flee as soon as our plans get executed." For the first time she was scared of him. The harshness of his hands, the monstrous words echoed in her ears. "I trusted you. I gave you the power to destroy me and trusted that you won't. You cheater!" she purred. "no, I love you , please trust me", groaned. He meant each and every word, but now it was of no use. "I will go to the police. Now you have to decide you love me or your devious plans more." He was in a dilemma. He stepped closer, put his arms around her waist, grabbed her, kissed her meanwhile shot her in her waist. " Goodbye! I'd love more than anyone else, but I didn't had any option." he said this crying to her dead body. He might have shot himself but knew she would've died that way too bearing more pain that what she didn't experienced at the shot of a gun.
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It has been 8 years since she's been dead. The attack has been successful. He fled from everyone but not from her memories. Her chirping laughter, the shyness of her eyes, her mocking sattires, the crazy freak she had, her blushing face when he kussed her for the first time, her heartbeat when he touched her, the hatred in her eyes when she knew that he was nothing but a bloody terrorist, nothing left him. She died, he lived and died each moment.
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Once again hatred won over love. Once again the devious plans killed a person. Terrorism not only effects a nation, its people but the relationships of an individual. That night he lay in bed so blue cause he realized the truth...
**The End**