Sunday, 6 July 2025

THE LOVE WE NEVER SOUGHT- Is this the end of a budding romance?

 

It was shortly after midnight when an SUV with its headlights turned off approached slowly and stopped on the dark alley behind Stellar County Society in Greater Noida West. A shadow in a hoodie emerged from the car and swiftly walked towards the broken portion of the society’s boundary wall. The wall had collapsed owing to severe rains some time ago and was awaiting repair and restoration, which had been delayed due to an ongoing RWA funds dispute.

The hooded and masked entity, whose face was completely covered except the eyes, carefully removed the makeshift barrier created by a fiber sheet in the damaged part of the wall to keep stray animals and jaywalkers at bay and entered the premises on all fours. It was late in the night, so there was no one around to notice the unexpected entry. As he entered, he turned around and replaced the fiber sheet back into its place.   

Taking advantage of the dark and unattended area, He tiptoed to the tower where Anirudh and Pankti lived and hid himself in a corner from where he could keep an eye on the lobby guard. He seemed to be well versed with the society premises dimensions and the camera installed.  

The guard on duty was fast asleep in his chair. He quickly sneaked past him and took the lift to the 17th floor, where Pankti lived. Her iron door was latched from outside, indicating that she had gone to the terrace as usual after dinner.

He then took the stairway and slowly climbed to the top floor where Anirudh lived. His door was latched from the inside, indicating he was inside.

The hooded entity then walked up towards the terrace and hid behind the door that led to it.

Meanwhile, Pankti was alone on the terrace, taking a walk after dinner and humming a Kishore-Lata popular song that she was listening to on her phone over Bluetooth. Of late, she had developed a special liking for the 60s and 70s Bollywood songs after learning that Anirudh enjoyed listening to them, which is a sure sign of a woman hopelessly in love. A cold, gentle breeze was flowing across and the atmosphere was serene, making Pankti feel both relaxed and contended.

She walked for a while before stopping by the railing at the far end of the terrace, to look at the high rises in front and the lights on the road below. She was humming along to the music in her ear and couldn’t hear that somebody had come up behind her. 

She turned around just in time to see a masked shadow standing extremely close to her. “Tum kon ho?” She was startled.

What the shadow did next was unthinkable. It pushed Pankti right over the railing.

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