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5..4..3..2..1.. a Fiction Story

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And we jumped together into the river.

“Piya, I am truly happy now that our parents have accepted our relation. I told you there is no reason they will not listen to us. They love us and we are their own children. You were worried for no reason.” I told Piya while caressing her cheek. The thought of being accepted and being together forever was making her flush scarlet and she was looking so beautiful that I could have stopped the moment till eternity.

“Hey, it’s your phone” I told her as she was literally lost in some other world. “What!” she screamed after picking up the phone. “Hello, Hello are you there?” she was worried. “What happened” I asked her. “It was my younger brother. The phone disconnected. He.. He said they are going to kill us.” She was shaking in horror. “We are almost there” I exclaimed in horror. “Stop the rickshaw” I asked the auto driver.

We jumped out in sheer fear. Was it too late? I could trace out some figures at some distance that appeared to be my dad with some other people and Piya’s dad. “Run!” I gripped her hand tightly and we started running. They had noticed us. It was too late. They were coming after us. A couple of shots were fired but we were lucky. There was nothing we could blurt out. The fear had made us mute and the only thing we knew was to run as far as possible and escape.

We had reached the bridge that connected the river. A little hope was lit up when a bullet pierced right through my shoulder. The hope was hypothetical. We could have never been able to run out of the village limits. Piya was shocked by seeing blood oozing out of my wound. Tears came running out of her eyes. I looked back. Those people were not very far now. I had heard of honor killings but could never have imagined that my own parents will commit something like that just because the girl I loved belonged to a different caste.

We were frozen to ground for a couple of seconds and then we both agreed for it. No words were spoken but it was understood by both of us that a life was not possible now, let alone be a life together. I managed to reach the corner of the bridge stumbling halfway. Piya was holding my hand. “I love you” we both said together.

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And we jumped together into the river.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Insight:
This weekend, the post had to begin with 5..4..3..2..1.. I had a few ideas but this one appealed the most to me seeking the recent cases. The post was selected in the best entries and managed to grab the second position among the best.

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September 27, 2013 at 2:13 PM delete

It a sad state that we are living in such an intolerant society. You have narrated you story very well. Wonderful attempt. :)

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Anmol Rawat
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September 27, 2013 at 2:21 PM delete

Ya. the recent case shook me like anything. It's really shameful how human mentality have regressed even past animals these days.

Thanks for the compliment :)

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preethi
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September 27, 2013 at 5:46 PM delete

Sad story. ...why is it so hard for people to accept one another for who they are. All this phony pride and honour of the family is not going to help get back lost lives...well written :)

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Anmol Rawat
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September 27, 2013 at 6:24 PM delete

Exactly. Where is the honor in killing your own child?

Thank you for your comment :)

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Sakshi Nanda
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September 27, 2013 at 9:06 PM delete

Sad, the reality of dying because of love as well as being killed for it. Nice narrative. I like how it's in first person, as if 1. Either the man lived to tell the tale. 2. It's a voice from after-life. :)

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September 28, 2013 at 2:14 AM delete

Can't imagine the pain of all those poor souls who realized that their parents preferred their death to their lost honor..wondering what would have crossed their mind before they took their final breath....betrayal..anger...? A nice angle for the wow prompt....

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a gal in city
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September 28, 2013 at 9:35 AM delete

Really I'm feeling very sad for you as well for our society, they are not accepting that we are human being first.

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September 28, 2013 at 9:40 AM delete

honor killing...a stain that still exists...a sad story

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Anmol Rawat
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September 28, 2013 at 10:18 AM delete

Yup its sad and the way these things are increasing in numbers is even more sad.

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Anmol Rawat
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September 28, 2013 at 10:19 AM delete

Hey. Thanks for your comment :)

BTW I hope by 'You' you mean the narrator of the story as that is purely a fiction.

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Anmol Rawat
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September 28, 2013 at 10:22 AM delete

This is also a subject we all people must raise our voice against to force the govt. in making strict laws and pursuing immediate capital punishment against the culprits.

Thank you for your valuable comment :)

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Shruti Modi
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September 28, 2013 at 12:09 PM delete

It is sad that India still holds such mindsets. Its high time that people need to realise that caste is created by us so called "HUMANS" Until this issue is not gone honor killing will continue to b an issue.. lets fight for it and hope some day it will gone

Loved it Anmol.. :)

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Anmol Rawat
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September 28, 2013 at 12:17 PM delete

Thanx a lot :)
And yes we must fight against the cause together. It is us, it is our thinking that can bring the change.

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spunkyfunkyme
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September 29, 2013 at 3:28 AM delete

Thanks for easing up the comment process! loved the thought :)
awesome story for the prompt

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Anmol Rawat
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September 29, 2013 at 12:17 PM delete

Yes, I felt Disqus was a tedious thing for bloggers. But I lost all my previous comments in the process. :/

Thanks for liking the post :)

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rekhadhyani
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September 29, 2013 at 3:28 PM delete

That I guess is the only option they leave you with. Really sad state of our country. Wish people act more maturely and sensibly.

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Rinaya
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September 29, 2013 at 9:03 PM delete

I've always found the very term 'honour killing' quite a misnomer for there's never any honour in cold-blooded murder.
Had written a similar post sometime back..do take a look
http://mywhisperingsilence.blogspot.in/2010/08/goodbye.html

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Anmol Rawat
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October 1, 2013 at 2:59 PM delete

I read that and it was quite good. Have commented there :)

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i NumeroUnity
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October 1, 2013 at 3:50 PM delete

hehee...jumped together but know how to swim?

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anitaexplorer
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October 1, 2013 at 10:19 PM delete

Sad reality. The optimist in me was hoping that all will be well at the end.
But, it's sad they had to jump...united in death at least as Society won't allow them to live.
Congrats for WOW! :)

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Anmol Rawat
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October 1, 2013 at 10:46 PM delete

That could have been a cheesy ending but then it would have been far from reality and what has been happening lately. Even I would have loved to write a happy ending but the society is too cruel to allow it.

Thank you for the wishes :)

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anitaexplorer
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October 7, 2013 at 6:43 PM delete

That's the optimistic view! If they know how to swim, then they swim together to safety and to a brand new life! :)

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Anmol Rawat
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October 7, 2013 at 8:47 PM delete

Ohk. That can be an alternate version :)
But I wanted to to keep it with the reality :)

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Deepa
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October 8, 2013 at 2:35 PM delete

This was such a sad tale, a sad reflection of our society's reality. So well written! I wish things were different and we can put these ugly times behind us sometime soon!

Cheers,
Deepa

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Anmol Rawat
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October 8, 2013 at 6:08 PM delete

I wish the same as well.
Thank you for your valuable comment :)

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