Tuesday 20 September 2016

The End


Neeta was too terrified. She was sweating and breathing rapidly. Her head was hefty. Her eyes and mouth were wide open. She felt the sensation of pins and needles in her limbs. Her legs were heavy and she was unable to move any of her body parts. She did what she had always dreamt of. But never had she thought about the complex set of emotions she would go through after it. Her hands started shaking suddenly. Losing the grip of her hand from its wooden handle, she wiped her hands to her Saree. As she closed her eyes, tears spilled down through her cheek. She tried to get up; however, her legs had no energy to bear her body weight and she kept sitting by his side.

Remembering the day when she had entered his house, she got the goose bumps. The days when she was in love with Rohit were the best days of her life. The time they had spent together brought them closer. Her attachment towards him increased with time. Rohit was too much in love with her. Her charming face was his weakness. She used to cook his favorite food and he used to come home early from office to spend more time with her. They were happy and content with each other. Sharing everything with each other and understanding each other well made them one of the best couples among their friends. He used to ask her opinion for almost every decision he took. Rohit was too much in love with her that he could not imagine his life without her. Those days were, unfortunately, the only days when she was happy with Rohit. The love between them didn’t last long.

The dispute actually started when she had started working. His hidden insecurity in a relationship made him doubtful about her character. He preferred not speaking about it initially however his behavior towards her was changed. He was sarcastic towards her and his tone of voice was hostile. He started noticing her every move and began complaining about small things. Neeta did notice the change however she thought that the change could be because of his heavy office work. She handled all such situations patiently. Gradually, his feeling of infidelity towards her started growing and Rohit started controlling her. He made her dress the way he wanted. She was ordered to ask him before doing anything. The increasing frequency of disputes shortly took a form of a mistreatment. He started abusing her before others. Neeta tried having an open dialogue with Rohit however he always refused to communicate with her. She was willing to resolve the problem; however, there was no aid from Rohit. She was helpless. The almost daily abuse was making her loose most of her feelings towards him. The situation was changing with time and becoming worse. Both of them hardly shared any respectable moments after that and it didn’t take much time for a transformation of verbal abuse to a physical abuse. She was forced to leave her job. He isolated her from all her friends. She tried leaving his home many times but every time he brought her back ensuring her that he would change his behavior. But neither did he change nor did he allow her to leave him. Even after leaving her job and changing herself the way he wanted herself to be, Rohit continued to distress her. It was later his habit to hold her responsible for every single wrong thing. She was not allowed to go out of the house. Her house was the only world for her. She tried resisting his torture but could not be successful. The things were out of control for her. All his emotions for her were drained. He was different than before. His doubtful behavior and negative thinking made their life miserable. Neeta lost all the charm on her face. Her dark circles were prominent and she was no more taking care of herself the way she used to do so in the past. She was not able to come out of negativity and was not ready to tolerate it.

Surprisingly, there was a sudden change in her after some time. She stopped resisting his abuse. She stopped reacting to his nastiness. She was calm and patient same as she was before. There was something weird going on in her head. She was planning something. While Rohit was in office, she bravely went out of the house one day and brought something from the nearby medical store. The date was decided. The setup was ready. The old hand gloves were taken out of the cupboard. That day, despite their differences, she cooked his favorite food. Wearing his favorite Saree she strangely welcomed him with a smile. Rohit as always liked the dinner but he didn’t mention it. After a dinner, without speaking a single word, he went to their bedroom and instantly felt asleep. To make sure that no sound goes out of the house, she locked the door and all the windows from inside. She went to their room and saw him sleeping deeply. She then took out the sharp knife from the kitchen cabinet and went to their room. The lights were off. She took his blanket off. Making sure that the impact was as fatal as possible and using all her energy, she executed the plan.

It was then more than six hours that she was sitting by his side and going through the memory lane. It was not easy for her to go to such an extreme but she was not able to tolerate the pain as well. She was not allowed to leave him and she was not willing to live with him too. The constant suffering made her take that risk and her negative thoughts had made her believe that there was no other option than finishing everything. For a moment she felt if she could make him alive. For a moment she felt that killing him was just a dream and not a reality. The feeling of regret started growing in her mind. She gradually realized that she had no rights to take anybody’s life but her and for a moment she thought that suicide would have been a better option for her than killing him. Though she was revengeful, she was not fine with her deeds. The mixed feeling of negativity, scariness and regret killed her from inside. She, yet, had no guts to pick up the knife and kill herself. But out of her feeling of regret she could find out the other option. She wiped off her tears, got up from the bed and went to living room. There was a sudden firmness in her walk. She had decided something. Picking up the receiver, she dialed 100 and put ‘The End’ to her story.